Post by Mystiqe on Oct 21, 2009 16:35:29 GMT -8
Oh hay, Mysti here. I HAVE FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT... the story of essentially how Marisol and Gregory met and became a team!
Was made from a RP with Missy, because I wanted to RP these two. And I love Missy. So it all works out <3 Enjoy.
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Marisol was slightly annoyed. Not only was she new, and had to wear GOD AWFUL grunt uniform, she had to be shown how to do things. Sighing, she leaned against the wall, fingering through her hair. She would get higher up in rank if only to be able to dress in her own choice. Be original and such. Ah well. "This better be good," she complained, twirling her hair around her finger.
Greg grimaced, one hand on the brim of his hat as he glared at the man in a much more formal outfit than his, even for a grunt. "You want me to babysit a newbie? Again?"
The other man rolled his eyes. "Giovanni's orders, squirt. You wanna complain? Take it up with him."
He thought about it for a moment, considering the little amount of grunts like himself around, and sighed in defeat, lowering his hand. "Fine. But if she ends up making a mess of things, he better not blame me." He sauntered off to the office directed by the other man, sighing as he entered. "Marisol...?"
Marisol's eyes would flutter open, her mouth in a cold frown. "Yes?.." she spoke, eyeing up the man that walked into the office. She would give a bitter frown. "You my babysitter?"
He held back a snort, taking off his hat and smoothing his fingers through his short, dark purple hair, replacing his hat swiftly. "More or less...before I do anything, tell me about your Pokemon."
She'd raise a brow, tilting her head to the side slightly. "My Pokemon..?" she'd pause, then continue. "I have a Quilava, Arcanine, and Solrock. No need for any more, and none of them have been defeated"
"Good." He adjusted his glasses, holding one arm across his lower back as he bowed, the other hand touching lightly against his chest. "I am Gregory...unfortunately for both of us, I'll be showing you around." He straightened, frowning slightly. "Don't expect me to save you if you mess up. Giovanni does not and will not tolerate failure."
She would give an arrogant scoff. "I am no damsel that needs saving," she'd mutter darkly, standing straight now. She would smirk slightly. "And I do not fail."
"Even better." Clearing his throat, he turned and opened the door, holding it open wide. "After you...I'll be showing you to your sleeping quarters."
She sauntered past him, her stride confident. After passing, she would toss her hair, befor glancing back at him boredly. "Lead the way"
Snorting lightly, he stepped past her, taking the lead as he led her down the long, dark hallway. "Excuse the mess...Giovanni only just hired a few new grunts before yourself, so most are busy cleaning up." He climbed a high set of stairs, arms crossed behind his back. "You'll be expected to go on every and all missions Giovanni tells you to...don't bother returning if you fail."
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"As said before, I do not fail," she said firmly, keeping up to him quite easily, her cold gaze dancing around curiously, memorising the route, as she had done whilst moving through the headquarters.
"You better not," he said quietly, leading her up one more flight of stairs and down yet another hallway. "Don't bother getting to know your neighbors; they're even more dangerous to trust than other trainers you'll meet on missions."
She'd give a sharp laugh. "Trust itself is a tool for lies, and is only worth doing if I get something valuable of the deal. And even then, I fake it," she murmured, running her fingers through her hair
He smirked lightly, hiding a true smile. Perhaps she wouldn't be so bad to have around...about time they found someone as cold-hearted and detached in emotion as himself. "Here you are..." He stopped outside a dark door, waving at it with one hand. "No one really cares what you do with your room, just don't try sneaking into other rooms." He handed her a keycard. "This is your only way into your room...everyone has their own key."
She took the keycard, eyeing it curiously, before her green gaze glanced at him. Her face would remain calm and expressionless. "Thanks," she murmured, before glancing at the door. "I see no reason to meddle around. Unnecissary effort," she commented, before turning to face him. "Anything else you need to show me?"
"Probably not." He shrugged, looking away. "The kitchen is quite literally the next room over where you were...and that's about it." He cleared his throat, beginning to turn. "If you have no further questions, I'll be going."
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"That'll be all," she said cooly. "Later." She would toss her hair once more, before turning and swiping the card, stepping into her room to settle in.
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Shrugging to himself, he turned on his heel and swept off, grimacing as he recalled the paperwork he still had to finish.
A few hours later, Marisol would emurge from her room, and make her way to the kitchen. She prepared herself a pot of green tea, found a mug, and then sat down at a table on her own. Shadowing her eyes over with her hair, she would sip her tea quietly, mulling over ideas in her thoughts, and ignoring the few random grunts that approached her, trying to flirt.
Reading through a new file from a lower grunt, Greg swept into the kitchen, walking directly past her as he made his way to the single stove. He fixed himself some tea, leaning casually against the counter as he waited, reading through the file carefully. Oh God - the idiot had put his name, rather than his number, on the file...Fantastic.
Marisol's eyes would close in irritation. These males would just not catch the hint that she was not interested. Her lip raised, and she splashed the closest one with her scalding tea. "Augh! You fucking bitch!" he'd snarl, slamming the table with his fist. With eyes still closed, she rested her chin on her clasped hands. "Take the hint," she murmured cooly.
Greg snorted, glancing up briefly before he turned his eyes back to the file. Oh yes...he was definitely going to get along with this one.
She would raise, taking the tea pot and cup with her, and return to her room. The burned grunt followed her, spouting colorful words along the way. When he tried to stop her from closing the door, she effectively slammed the door on his hand. At his scream of pain, she allowed a snide snicker to slip out. Opening the door to get the fingers out of the way, she would slam it again, laughing softly now.
Watching her, listening to the fool's howls of pain, he almost let himself laugh. Holding his composure, he merely chuckled, pouring himself a cup of tea, still glancing at the file.
Eventually she found herself in the training gym that the Hideout contained. Currently she was drilling her pokemon hard, making them more efficient with working as a unit. After a few hours of steady practice, she gave them a break, sitting against the wall, all pokemon surrounding her, munching on specially mixed pokeblocks.
He passed the gym, glancing in and pausing when he noticed her. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, watching her Pokemon huddle around her. Coolly, he patted the Pokeballs on his belt and walked on.
She glanced at him as he passed. Her head would tilt slightly, and her Arcanine would follow her gaze, giving a jealous growl. "Hmm.. Gregory.. I seem to be running into him quite often as of late..." she murmured, before stroking Fright's fur, calming him. "Hush, you."
In his own room, he slid a Pokeball between his fingers, releasing a beautiful Houndoom from his ball. "Now, now, Charna, stay off my bed..." Chuckling, he released Koga, then Aku, setting their balls back on his belt as he sat in a comfortable chair, sighing. "It seems you'll be seeing a lady friend around quite often..."
The following day, Marisol returned from a mission. Raiding a Pokemon center, actually. Holding a sack of Pokeballs, she marched through the hallways. Quite a simple mission. She frowned. She knew she could get better missions.
Wandering through the hallways on his break, Greg sighed, walking with his eyes closed as he strolled along, having perfectly memorized every turn and bend.
She caught sight of him, and she stopped. "Oi. Where do I drop these off?" she asked, putting the sack at her side. "I was never told."
He opened one eye, stopping in his tracks. "The raid from the Pokemon center, I'm guessing? Go down his hall and give them to the grunt in the last room to your left."
"Thanks," she said, then was on her way once again, tossing her hair over her shoulder, eyes closed. After handing the ballsto the grunt, Marisol would make her way to the training center. Time for a work out. It wasn't fair to work only her Pokemon to the bone, she had a strict regime too.
Greg growled slightly, sighing as he forced himself to calm down. "No, Charna...try it again. This time, get -under- Koga before you use Iron tail."
Growling, the Houndoom set her feet firmly, growling at a smirking Koga. The Houndoom paced back and forth for a moment, howling as she dove at him. She dove under him as she was told, flipping on her back and rolling her legs up over her head, smacking him successfully with her tail. Greg nodded, smiling slightly. "Perfect."
Leaning in the doorway, she would tilt her head slightly. "Nice teamwork," she'd comment softly, her face expressionless aside from mild curiosity.
He turned slightly, pushing up his glasses with a finger. "Thank you," he said simply, patting Charna's head. Koga growled, nudging his side. "Yes, you did a good job, too, Koga."
Nodding, she would make her way over to a row of treadmills. Silently, she would hop on one, set it as high as possible, and then began running. It would be noted that she was wearing a tight black tanktop with matching short shorts, for training.
He glanced over, looking her over once - hey, he was a guy, wasn't he? He turned back to his Pokemon, returning them to their Pokeballs with a pat on each of their heads.
Beads of sweat would streak down her face as she panted softly, still keeping a steady pace. Her gaze was focused. She was in the zone. After a while longer, she stopped the machine, and got off, pacing a bit to calm herself down before getting a long drink of water "Ah.."
Greg tossed a small ball with one hand, tossing it with a simple flick of his wrist against the wall across from him. "Aku, Shadowball." The lunatone quivered, releasing a black and purple mass at the ball, hitting it and sending it hard against the wall again. Catching it, Greg smirked. "Good. Your aim is getting better."
Panting softly, Marisol sat against a wall, watching them. He was good. His Pokemon were in excellent condition, and he knew how to train them. This Gregory fellow was a cut above the others, who just fought blindly. She'd smirk. Bought time.
"One more time," he said with a sigh, glancing at the clock above the door. He tossed the ball once more, grunting lightly as he tossed it with all his strength. Aku shivered and bounced in midair, expelling another ball of mass, hitting the ball and shooting it against the wall. Greg extended a hand, hissing as the ball smacked painfully into his palm.
Marisol would raise, then release Fright. He'd give a howl of excitement, before staring intently at Marisol. "Sparring, Fright," she'd say firmly, before walking a fair distance away. Turning to face him, she stood for a moment, before she tilted her head. "Strike," she'd say in monotone. Fright would give a harsh snarl before leaping at her. Marisol would dodge and counter each of the Arcanine's attacks using a sort of close-quarters-combat style, applying quick, yet light blows in return for each of his. She loved to train like this.
He watched with interest, his hand holding a Pokeball as he returned Aku to it. He released Koga again, patting his shoulder. "Alright, Koga...time to practice that Watergun. You have the aim right but let's work on making it more of a tidal wave, rather than a squirt gun."
Koga nodded with a growl, stomping over to the rope dummy that stood at the center of a ring. "Ready?" With a nod from Koga, Greg lifted his hand. "Watergun!" Roaring, Bero open his mouth and sucked in a long breath, releasing a power blast of fire, engulfing the dummy easily.
Fright would lunge for a bite. Upon feeling his fangs connect, he'd freeze. Mari smirked, reaching to pat his muzzle, pulling her arm out from his mouth carefully. "Well done, Fright," she murmured, rubbing down his muzzle. "You actually got me," she said with a fond smile, hugging his face lightly, causing his tail to wag contently.
"Good, Koga." Greg smirked, patting his shoulder. "Next time, try to make it swirl. Not quite Hydropump, but the same technique."
Eventually, she would lay on the training room floor, Fright laying near her, casting cautious glares in Gregory's direction, a light growl rumbling in his chest. Jealousy, how delicious.
Returning Koga to his ball, he wandered to a treadmill, pushing small earbuds into his ears just before he stepped on and set it to a light jog. Gradually, he set up the level until he was at a brisk run, lips moving silently along with the music.
Marisol was back on the treadmill, settings set to just above his. She was running calmly, focused again. She had challenged him.
He glanced at her, a small smirk curling his lips, his hand reaching down and setting the speed just a little higher.
A grin peeled at her lips, and she would do the same, panting lightly as she started to speed up.
He set it higher, staring straight ahead, turning up his music as he moved faster.
She'd wipe her brow of sweat, also going higher. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat. Behind her, Fright stirred, sitting behind them, watching intently, curiously.
Ignoring the beads of sweats that rolled down his face, he ran faster, setting the treadmill as high as it could go.
She would follow his speed increase, keeping up to his pace, panting hard, her eyes closed as sweat dripped over her brow.
He ran steadily, eyes focused ahead, panting hard but not letting up his pace.
She'd smile. Damn, he was a determined one. She'd give a soft chuckle, increasing her gait.
He glanced at her briefly, turning his eyes away, keeping the pace, blasting his music almost painfully. He'd probably be sore in the morning - he wasn't quite used to going so fast anymore - but he was never one to turn down a challenge.
Marisol would give a light chuckle and she continued to push herself against the treadmill. She couldn't back down after challenging, infact, she wouldn't be surprised if this ended with one or both of them fainting. This was the most 'fun' she'd had in quite some time
Trying to hide the fact that he was panting rather hard, he mouthed the words to whatever he was listening to, not looking at her as sweat seemingly poured down his face, neck, and arms.
She continued on, panting harder and harder as time went on. She had said some pretty big things about herself, and now was the time to prove them. But finally, she reached over, plucking out one of his ear buds. "H-hey. Wanna call it a draw?" she asked. It didn't take a genious to see that he was pushing himself too.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, panting so hard it was almost a gasp. "...Fine."
She'd give a slight smirk, before starting to tone down her machine, eventually leaping off, walking around as she calmed down, to avoid cramping.
He stepped off before the treadmill could slow, pressing the emergency stop button as he paced back and forth, holding his chest as he gasped. "F-Fuck..."
She heaved heavy pants, a hand resting on her chest as her head tilted back, trying to breath slower. "Heh... that... was very... fun..." she'd pant.
He smirked lightly, glancing at her, sucking in long, burning breaths. "Masochist..."
She bent over, hands gripping her knees, as she panted. "Had to live up to my challenge," she laughed weakly, her laugh sounded more light dried out wheezes.
"Apparently," he returned with a shrug, leaning against a wall, knees bent slightly as his head fell forward. "You certainly lived up to it..."
"Didn't do to bad yourself..." she said, giving a sigh as she slumped to the ground, curling up as she breathed slower and slower.
Exhaling deeply, he lifted his head, watching her. "...Marisol, was it?"
She gave another large sigh, running her fingers through her hair. She would nod weakly. "Yeah." Meanwhile, Fright would step up to her and nuzzle her side gently.
He watched the large Arcanine, smirking. "A pleasure competing with you..."
"hah...Same.." she said, then would sit up, flipping her hair back. She'd close her eyes, stroking the Arcanine's nose softly. "Man... Haven't ran like that in so long. Was nice"
"The same goes for me," he said quietly, frowning at himself. He wasn't used to interacting for more than a few seconds; was this a conversation...?
She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck, before she glanced at her ball belt awkwardly. "So...A Lunatone, eh? " she chuckled lightly
"Yeah." He ran a hand through his short hair, adjusting his glasses with the same hand. "Name's Aku."
"That training you have 'im on is doing good," she'd comment. This was wierd. Usually she spoke a few words, then wandered a way. She'd shake her head and chuckle to herself.
He went silent for a moment, staring at the ground. "...Thanks. I don't like any of my Pokemon to feel weak."
"A weak Pokemon is a weak Trainer, and vise versa," she'd say, stretching. "Its a mantra I live by."
"Exactly." He smirked, glancing sideways at her.
She caught his glance, smirking and quirking her brows. Oh god... Was.. Was Marisol..flirting?
He blinked slowly, smile growing faintly as he locked eyes with her. Flirting? With him? Interesting...
She would give a light chuckle, leaning back, supporting herself with her arms. Keeping her gaze on his, she'd grin. Life in Team Rocket just got interesting.
Chuckling, he crossed his arms, just watching her. "You know..."
She would blink, raising an elegant eyebrow. "Hmm?"
He licked his lips slightly, never taking his eyes from her. "Giovanni...is very impressed by you."
Her eyes would close a bit, becoming more seductive, yet hinting at a slight bit of danger. She would smirk. "You don't say?"
"I do, actually." He looked her up and down, quirking an eyebrow. "And I also say...he's quite impressed by myself as well."
"Quite easy to believe, from what I've seen.." she'd murmur, grinning more as she watched him eye her up. Inwardly, she'd chuckle, before arching her body slightly. She'd give him something to look at.
His hand raised to his face, pushing up his glasses. "Then believe this: He's promoting us."
Both eyebrows raised. "Oh?" she asked, perking up a bit more as she straightened herself.
He nodded, tearing his eyes away from her. "To Head Grunts...however..." He sighed, lowering his head slightly and closing his eyes. "We'll be a team."
She would close her eyes, rolling the information around in her mind. "How soon is this promotion effective? Immediately?" she asked, glancing back at him curiously.
He shrugged slowly, taking off his glasses. "Until he has his henchmen bring us the news."
She would nod, running both hands through her long hair. "Well then, I look forward to working with you," she smirked.
Returning the smirk, he looked at her, nodding. "As do I...Marisol."
She'd flash a smile. "Maybe this will put a stop to random grunts hitting on me..."
He chuckled lightly, putting on his glasses once more. "Perhaps...then again...men love power."
"Then I will make sure to use said power against them," she said, standing finally, stretching.
"Dangerous," he said with a laugh, pushing away from the wall.
She'd stick her tongue out at him playfully, before she stroked Frights fur, calling him back into his ball. "Ahh... post workout shower time," she'd mumble to herself.
Striding past her, he shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes closed contently as he walked. "Our first mission...is in a few days. Be ready." Not waiting for a response, he left the gym, headed for his own room. A partner in crime...didn't sound so bad.
She would smile at his retreating form. "Can't wait," she'd say, before going to her own room, then showering.
Was made from a RP with Missy, because I wanted to RP these two. And I love Missy. So it all works out <3 Enjoy.
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Marisol was slightly annoyed. Not only was she new, and had to wear GOD AWFUL grunt uniform, she had to be shown how to do things. Sighing, she leaned against the wall, fingering through her hair. She would get higher up in rank if only to be able to dress in her own choice. Be original and such. Ah well. "This better be good," she complained, twirling her hair around her finger.
Greg grimaced, one hand on the brim of his hat as he glared at the man in a much more formal outfit than his, even for a grunt. "You want me to babysit a newbie? Again?"
The other man rolled his eyes. "Giovanni's orders, squirt. You wanna complain? Take it up with him."
He thought about it for a moment, considering the little amount of grunts like himself around, and sighed in defeat, lowering his hand. "Fine. But if she ends up making a mess of things, he better not blame me." He sauntered off to the office directed by the other man, sighing as he entered. "Marisol...?"
Marisol's eyes would flutter open, her mouth in a cold frown. "Yes?.." she spoke, eyeing up the man that walked into the office. She would give a bitter frown. "You my babysitter?"
He held back a snort, taking off his hat and smoothing his fingers through his short, dark purple hair, replacing his hat swiftly. "More or less...before I do anything, tell me about your Pokemon."
She'd raise a brow, tilting her head to the side slightly. "My Pokemon..?" she'd pause, then continue. "I have a Quilava, Arcanine, and Solrock. No need for any more, and none of them have been defeated"
"Good." He adjusted his glasses, holding one arm across his lower back as he bowed, the other hand touching lightly against his chest. "I am Gregory...unfortunately for both of us, I'll be showing you around." He straightened, frowning slightly. "Don't expect me to save you if you mess up. Giovanni does not and will not tolerate failure."
She would give an arrogant scoff. "I am no damsel that needs saving," she'd mutter darkly, standing straight now. She would smirk slightly. "And I do not fail."
"Even better." Clearing his throat, he turned and opened the door, holding it open wide. "After you...I'll be showing you to your sleeping quarters."
She sauntered past him, her stride confident. After passing, she would toss her hair, befor glancing back at him boredly. "Lead the way"
Snorting lightly, he stepped past her, taking the lead as he led her down the long, dark hallway. "Excuse the mess...Giovanni only just hired a few new grunts before yourself, so most are busy cleaning up." He climbed a high set of stairs, arms crossed behind his back. "You'll be expected to go on every and all missions Giovanni tells you to...don't bother returning if you fail."
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"As said before, I do not fail," she said firmly, keeping up to him quite easily, her cold gaze dancing around curiously, memorising the route, as she had done whilst moving through the headquarters.
"You better not," he said quietly, leading her up one more flight of stairs and down yet another hallway. "Don't bother getting to know your neighbors; they're even more dangerous to trust than other trainers you'll meet on missions."
She'd give a sharp laugh. "Trust itself is a tool for lies, and is only worth doing if I get something valuable of the deal. And even then, I fake it," she murmured, running her fingers through her hair
He smirked lightly, hiding a true smile. Perhaps she wouldn't be so bad to have around...about time they found someone as cold-hearted and detached in emotion as himself. "Here you are..." He stopped outside a dark door, waving at it with one hand. "No one really cares what you do with your room, just don't try sneaking into other rooms." He handed her a keycard. "This is your only way into your room...everyone has their own key."
She took the keycard, eyeing it curiously, before her green gaze glanced at him. Her face would remain calm and expressionless. "Thanks," she murmured, before glancing at the door. "I see no reason to meddle around. Unnecissary effort," she commented, before turning to face him. "Anything else you need to show me?"
"Probably not." He shrugged, looking away. "The kitchen is quite literally the next room over where you were...and that's about it." He cleared his throat, beginning to turn. "If you have no further questions, I'll be going."
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"That'll be all," she said cooly. "Later." She would toss her hair once more, before turning and swiping the card, stepping into her room to settle in.
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Shrugging to himself, he turned on his heel and swept off, grimacing as he recalled the paperwork he still had to finish.
A few hours later, Marisol would emurge from her room, and make her way to the kitchen. She prepared herself a pot of green tea, found a mug, and then sat down at a table on her own. Shadowing her eyes over with her hair, she would sip her tea quietly, mulling over ideas in her thoughts, and ignoring the few random grunts that approached her, trying to flirt.
Reading through a new file from a lower grunt, Greg swept into the kitchen, walking directly past her as he made his way to the single stove. He fixed himself some tea, leaning casually against the counter as he waited, reading through the file carefully. Oh God - the idiot had put his name, rather than his number, on the file...Fantastic.
Marisol's eyes would close in irritation. These males would just not catch the hint that she was not interested. Her lip raised, and she splashed the closest one with her scalding tea. "Augh! You fucking bitch!" he'd snarl, slamming the table with his fist. With eyes still closed, she rested her chin on her clasped hands. "Take the hint," she murmured cooly.
Greg snorted, glancing up briefly before he turned his eyes back to the file. Oh yes...he was definitely going to get along with this one.
She would raise, taking the tea pot and cup with her, and return to her room. The burned grunt followed her, spouting colorful words along the way. When he tried to stop her from closing the door, she effectively slammed the door on his hand. At his scream of pain, she allowed a snide snicker to slip out. Opening the door to get the fingers out of the way, she would slam it again, laughing softly now.
Watching her, listening to the fool's howls of pain, he almost let himself laugh. Holding his composure, he merely chuckled, pouring himself a cup of tea, still glancing at the file.
Eventually she found herself in the training gym that the Hideout contained. Currently she was drilling her pokemon hard, making them more efficient with working as a unit. After a few hours of steady practice, she gave them a break, sitting against the wall, all pokemon surrounding her, munching on specially mixed pokeblocks.
He passed the gym, glancing in and pausing when he noticed her. He quirked an eyebrow curiously, watching her Pokemon huddle around her. Coolly, he patted the Pokeballs on his belt and walked on.
She glanced at him as he passed. Her head would tilt slightly, and her Arcanine would follow her gaze, giving a jealous growl. "Hmm.. Gregory.. I seem to be running into him quite often as of late..." she murmured, before stroking Fright's fur, calming him. "Hush, you."
In his own room, he slid a Pokeball between his fingers, releasing a beautiful Houndoom from his ball. "Now, now, Charna, stay off my bed..." Chuckling, he released Koga, then Aku, setting their balls back on his belt as he sat in a comfortable chair, sighing. "It seems you'll be seeing a lady friend around quite often..."
The following day, Marisol returned from a mission. Raiding a Pokemon center, actually. Holding a sack of Pokeballs, she marched through the hallways. Quite a simple mission. She frowned. She knew she could get better missions.
Wandering through the hallways on his break, Greg sighed, walking with his eyes closed as he strolled along, having perfectly memorized every turn and bend.
She caught sight of him, and she stopped. "Oi. Where do I drop these off?" she asked, putting the sack at her side. "I was never told."
He opened one eye, stopping in his tracks. "The raid from the Pokemon center, I'm guessing? Go down his hall and give them to the grunt in the last room to your left."
"Thanks," she said, then was on her way once again, tossing her hair over her shoulder, eyes closed. After handing the ballsto the grunt, Marisol would make her way to the training center. Time for a work out. It wasn't fair to work only her Pokemon to the bone, she had a strict regime too.
Greg growled slightly, sighing as he forced himself to calm down. "No, Charna...try it again. This time, get -under- Koga before you use Iron tail."
Growling, the Houndoom set her feet firmly, growling at a smirking Koga. The Houndoom paced back and forth for a moment, howling as she dove at him. She dove under him as she was told, flipping on her back and rolling her legs up over her head, smacking him successfully with her tail. Greg nodded, smiling slightly. "Perfect."
Leaning in the doorway, she would tilt her head slightly. "Nice teamwork," she'd comment softly, her face expressionless aside from mild curiosity.
He turned slightly, pushing up his glasses with a finger. "Thank you," he said simply, patting Charna's head. Koga growled, nudging his side. "Yes, you did a good job, too, Koga."
Nodding, she would make her way over to a row of treadmills. Silently, she would hop on one, set it as high as possible, and then began running. It would be noted that she was wearing a tight black tanktop with matching short shorts, for training.
He glanced over, looking her over once - hey, he was a guy, wasn't he? He turned back to his Pokemon, returning them to their Pokeballs with a pat on each of their heads.
Beads of sweat would streak down her face as she panted softly, still keeping a steady pace. Her gaze was focused. She was in the zone. After a while longer, she stopped the machine, and got off, pacing a bit to calm herself down before getting a long drink of water "Ah.."
Greg tossed a small ball with one hand, tossing it with a simple flick of his wrist against the wall across from him. "Aku, Shadowball." The lunatone quivered, releasing a black and purple mass at the ball, hitting it and sending it hard against the wall again. Catching it, Greg smirked. "Good. Your aim is getting better."
Panting softly, Marisol sat against a wall, watching them. He was good. His Pokemon were in excellent condition, and he knew how to train them. This Gregory fellow was a cut above the others, who just fought blindly. She'd smirk. Bought time.
"One more time," he said with a sigh, glancing at the clock above the door. He tossed the ball once more, grunting lightly as he tossed it with all his strength. Aku shivered and bounced in midair, expelling another ball of mass, hitting the ball and shooting it against the wall. Greg extended a hand, hissing as the ball smacked painfully into his palm.
Marisol would raise, then release Fright. He'd give a howl of excitement, before staring intently at Marisol. "Sparring, Fright," she'd say firmly, before walking a fair distance away. Turning to face him, she stood for a moment, before she tilted her head. "Strike," she'd say in monotone. Fright would give a harsh snarl before leaping at her. Marisol would dodge and counter each of the Arcanine's attacks using a sort of close-quarters-combat style, applying quick, yet light blows in return for each of his. She loved to train like this.
He watched with interest, his hand holding a Pokeball as he returned Aku to it. He released Koga again, patting his shoulder. "Alright, Koga...time to practice that Watergun. You have the aim right but let's work on making it more of a tidal wave, rather than a squirt gun."
Koga nodded with a growl, stomping over to the rope dummy that stood at the center of a ring. "Ready?" With a nod from Koga, Greg lifted his hand. "Watergun!" Roaring, Bero open his mouth and sucked in a long breath, releasing a power blast of fire, engulfing the dummy easily.
Fright would lunge for a bite. Upon feeling his fangs connect, he'd freeze. Mari smirked, reaching to pat his muzzle, pulling her arm out from his mouth carefully. "Well done, Fright," she murmured, rubbing down his muzzle. "You actually got me," she said with a fond smile, hugging his face lightly, causing his tail to wag contently.
"Good, Koga." Greg smirked, patting his shoulder. "Next time, try to make it swirl. Not quite Hydropump, but the same technique."
Eventually, she would lay on the training room floor, Fright laying near her, casting cautious glares in Gregory's direction, a light growl rumbling in his chest. Jealousy, how delicious.
Returning Koga to his ball, he wandered to a treadmill, pushing small earbuds into his ears just before he stepped on and set it to a light jog. Gradually, he set up the level until he was at a brisk run, lips moving silently along with the music.
Marisol was back on the treadmill, settings set to just above his. She was running calmly, focused again. She had challenged him.
He glanced at her, a small smirk curling his lips, his hand reaching down and setting the speed just a little higher.
A grin peeled at her lips, and she would do the same, panting lightly as she started to speed up.
He set it higher, staring straight ahead, turning up his music as he moved faster.
She'd wipe her brow of sweat, also going higher. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of her sweat. Behind her, Fright stirred, sitting behind them, watching intently, curiously.
Ignoring the beads of sweats that rolled down his face, he ran faster, setting the treadmill as high as it could go.
She would follow his speed increase, keeping up to his pace, panting hard, her eyes closed as sweat dripped over her brow.
He ran steadily, eyes focused ahead, panting hard but not letting up his pace.
She'd smile. Damn, he was a determined one. She'd give a soft chuckle, increasing her gait.
He glanced at her briefly, turning his eyes away, keeping the pace, blasting his music almost painfully. He'd probably be sore in the morning - he wasn't quite used to going so fast anymore - but he was never one to turn down a challenge.
Marisol would give a light chuckle and she continued to push herself against the treadmill. She couldn't back down after challenging, infact, she wouldn't be surprised if this ended with one or both of them fainting. This was the most 'fun' she'd had in quite some time
Trying to hide the fact that he was panting rather hard, he mouthed the words to whatever he was listening to, not looking at her as sweat seemingly poured down his face, neck, and arms.
She continued on, panting harder and harder as time went on. She had said some pretty big things about herself, and now was the time to prove them. But finally, she reached over, plucking out one of his ear buds. "H-hey. Wanna call it a draw?" she asked. It didn't take a genious to see that he was pushing himself too.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, panting so hard it was almost a gasp. "...Fine."
She'd give a slight smirk, before starting to tone down her machine, eventually leaping off, walking around as she calmed down, to avoid cramping.
He stepped off before the treadmill could slow, pressing the emergency stop button as he paced back and forth, holding his chest as he gasped. "F-Fuck..."
She heaved heavy pants, a hand resting on her chest as her head tilted back, trying to breath slower. "Heh... that... was very... fun..." she'd pant.
He smirked lightly, glancing at her, sucking in long, burning breaths. "Masochist..."
She bent over, hands gripping her knees, as she panted. "Had to live up to my challenge," she laughed weakly, her laugh sounded more light dried out wheezes.
"Apparently," he returned with a shrug, leaning against a wall, knees bent slightly as his head fell forward. "You certainly lived up to it..."
"Didn't do to bad yourself..." she said, giving a sigh as she slumped to the ground, curling up as she breathed slower and slower.
Exhaling deeply, he lifted his head, watching her. "...Marisol, was it?"
She gave another large sigh, running her fingers through her hair. She would nod weakly. "Yeah." Meanwhile, Fright would step up to her and nuzzle her side gently.
He watched the large Arcanine, smirking. "A pleasure competing with you..."
"hah...Same.." she said, then would sit up, flipping her hair back. She'd close her eyes, stroking the Arcanine's nose softly. "Man... Haven't ran like that in so long. Was nice"
"The same goes for me," he said quietly, frowning at himself. He wasn't used to interacting for more than a few seconds; was this a conversation...?
She rolled her shoulders, cracking her neck, before she glanced at her ball belt awkwardly. "So...A Lunatone, eh? " she chuckled lightly
"Yeah." He ran a hand through his short hair, adjusting his glasses with the same hand. "Name's Aku."
"That training you have 'im on is doing good," she'd comment. This was wierd. Usually she spoke a few words, then wandered a way. She'd shake her head and chuckle to herself.
He went silent for a moment, staring at the ground. "...Thanks. I don't like any of my Pokemon to feel weak."
"A weak Pokemon is a weak Trainer, and vise versa," she'd say, stretching. "Its a mantra I live by."
"Exactly." He smirked, glancing sideways at her.
She caught his glance, smirking and quirking her brows. Oh god... Was.. Was Marisol..flirting?
He blinked slowly, smile growing faintly as he locked eyes with her. Flirting? With him? Interesting...
She would give a light chuckle, leaning back, supporting herself with her arms. Keeping her gaze on his, she'd grin. Life in Team Rocket just got interesting.
Chuckling, he crossed his arms, just watching her. "You know..."
She would blink, raising an elegant eyebrow. "Hmm?"
He licked his lips slightly, never taking his eyes from her. "Giovanni...is very impressed by you."
Her eyes would close a bit, becoming more seductive, yet hinting at a slight bit of danger. She would smirk. "You don't say?"
"I do, actually." He looked her up and down, quirking an eyebrow. "And I also say...he's quite impressed by myself as well."
"Quite easy to believe, from what I've seen.." she'd murmur, grinning more as she watched him eye her up. Inwardly, she'd chuckle, before arching her body slightly. She'd give him something to look at.
His hand raised to his face, pushing up his glasses. "Then believe this: He's promoting us."
Both eyebrows raised. "Oh?" she asked, perking up a bit more as she straightened herself.
He nodded, tearing his eyes away from her. "To Head Grunts...however..." He sighed, lowering his head slightly and closing his eyes. "We'll be a team."
She would close her eyes, rolling the information around in her mind. "How soon is this promotion effective? Immediately?" she asked, glancing back at him curiously.
He shrugged slowly, taking off his glasses. "Until he has his henchmen bring us the news."
She would nod, running both hands through her long hair. "Well then, I look forward to working with you," she smirked.
Returning the smirk, he looked at her, nodding. "As do I...Marisol."
She'd flash a smile. "Maybe this will put a stop to random grunts hitting on me..."
He chuckled lightly, putting on his glasses once more. "Perhaps...then again...men love power."
"Then I will make sure to use said power against them," she said, standing finally, stretching.
"Dangerous," he said with a laugh, pushing away from the wall.
She'd stick her tongue out at him playfully, before she stroked Frights fur, calling him back into his ball. "Ahh... post workout shower time," she'd mumble to herself.
Striding past her, he shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes closed contently as he walked. "Our first mission...is in a few days. Be ready." Not waiting for a response, he left the gym, headed for his own room. A partner in crime...didn't sound so bad.
She would smile at his retreating form. "Can't wait," she'd say, before going to her own room, then showering.