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Post by freeziepop on Nov 26, 2011 14:49:09 GMT -5
A firm slap on the ass of the waitress serving him nearly earned Syl a one way ticket back into the pouring rain outside. He sat at a table casually, eyes darting around the empty room. He'd bribed Jones a significant amount of money to close the restaurant for the day. It wasn't his birthday, and the food was pretty awful even by ghetto standards, but it was neutral ground for a meeting.
He'd heard rumors of an uprising. Small whispers at first, something called "Glory". It had died down nearly as fast as it had begun so he hadn't worried. Then there was something else. New faces, more whispers, the letter "A". With a snort he cursed his grunts for not being better spies. "Worthless," he muttered. One leg crossed over the other, he glanced at the door. "They're late. And Blaze is so annoyingly punctual. Unacceptable."
He'd extended an invitation to the organization's leaders. He still had no clue who they were, or what he was in for. He had two pokeballs clipped to his belt - Sen and Jin - and a wallet full of cash. If he was worried at all he didn't show it.
Syl stared at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds turn into minutes which felt like years. He was losing patience fast.
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Post by tomackze on Nov 26, 2011 19:07:32 GMT -5
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Sam opened up his cell phone earlier in the morning and found a few messages from the night before. The first few were the same old: letter from home, another letter from parents, a letter from the academy, and one from Aizhan. Then there was a new one that came from Professor Syl.
Sam remembered the name and remembered the face, the two were stuck in the Shasta Ruins at one point and he remembered the power of Syl's Mespirit to get out of the spot. In just one quick swoop he completely demolished a wall which took Toothless much longer to do. The power of Sen was simply incredible, and he had the utmost respect for the professor. But he wondered what and why the professor wanted to see him? What could it be? Was it because of Ace Academy? Was it for what he did in the Thanksgiving event? Was he making a reputation for himself?
Sam had no idea as the letter only said: "Meet me here" and when he arrived he noticed Syl sitting by himself waiting for him to arrive. "Hi..." Sam said to Syl. Wanting to know what exactly was going on.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 26, 2011 22:41:20 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] Blaze was not late. He was never late, believing strongly in punctuality. It was not hit fault that some people decide to arrive early, and it certainly wasn't his fault that he had been stuck in the middle of a forest when he received the text message. If anything, he should blame Syl for suddenly sending him such a vague message to 'come meet him'.
As he got closer to the restauraunt, the trainer noticed just how eerily quiet it was. Peering in through a window, he saw that there were only two people in there -- rather odd considering this was one of the only places you could go and trust you won't get food poisoning. Don't get him wrong -- the food wasn't amazing, but at least it was edible.
Syl was impossible to miss with that red hair, but the second trainer took him a bit longer to recognize. Yes. That trainer. He remembered seeing him around the place, trying to help everyone and whatnot. He was a strong trainer, though. What could Syl possibly want, though? The mood seemed rather tense, especially since the whole restaurant was empty. Walking in, he stayed silent and eyed Syl, asking him silently what the hell was going on. He didn't sit yet, choosing instead to stand next to the table until he got some kind of answer.
ooc <3
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 27, 2011 21:18:52 GMT -5
Was she late, or was she early? Regardless, she supposed that she would at least be polite. The head of Team Death had called her here, and if she acted insolently to his face, she imagined that would be a one way ticket out of his organization. She had heard he was laid back. She doubted he was that laid back.
She was dressed in a black, knee length skirt with bare legs, and a white shirt with a black jacket open, exposing her breasts nicely through the translucent material of her shirt. It was cold as fuck, but she wanted to show off her assets. It wasn't like that was so bad. Her long red hair was combed into silky smoothness, a hint of curliness in the shiny, carefully cared for follicles.
And what now? She knew where the place was, but it was hardly very...grand, she supposed the word would be. Not exactly fitting of the supposed leader of Team Death. Though she supposed they favoured a neutral meeting spot over any ceremony and grandeur. Not to mention she still didn't know why she had been invited along to this supposedly "high importance" meeting. She wasn't exactly reliable in Blaze's eyes. She had killed someone though, so she could certainly understand the mistrust.
Pushing open the door, she noticed there were already people here. A man with long red hair that stood out even more than her own. She also noticed Blaze and someone else whose face was a complete mystery to her.
She gave Blaze a coy, slightly flirtatious smile. "Hello there, Blaze," she said. She knew she creeped him out more than anything else, so she liked to mess with him a little bit. She would respect him if demanded, but unless he insisted upon it, he would get respect with a helping of sarcasm on the side.
She noticed there was a hint of awkwardness in the air, so she took a seat opposite Syl with a smile, which she directed at the blond stranger also in the vicinity. "Hello sir. Sorry to keep you waiting. I don't think we've met yet." She sat down slowly, giving Syl and the stranger a nice glimpse of her ass as she did so. "My name is Eleanor Rose, Agent and Mission Councillor." She tilted her head to one side, letting her hair frame her face. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by tomackze on Nov 28, 2011 10:07:11 GMT -5
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Sam simply looked at his watch, counting down the minutes as they passed while he was being surrounded by Blaze, Eleanor, and Syl. The only one of the three he actually knew was Syl, and the red head wasn't very talkative in the Ruins. He simply came in, did damage, then left. Sam was busy and nervously tapping his foot as he knew that Aizhan would meet him here since he was falling behind. The trainer was always late and it annoyed him somewhat. Punctuality was very important to him. Ace Academy can't have a late leader could they?
Or was Sam just especially early? He had a tendency to do that also... He quickly looked up and saw Eleanor walk up to him and slowly talk to him. She was kind of attractive in that weird and malicious way, but she did have a nice butt from what he could get a glimpse of.
"Hi. My name is Sam. You can just call me trainer." He laughed as he tapped nervously again, waiting for Aizhan to show up.
He would not look Blaze in the eye as he recognized the outfit and the characteristics. And he remembered the name too... This must be the guy that Seamus was talking about. Must be! And he recognized the name Eleanor also. Someone had warned him about her before. She was the out of control member who killed others. He slowly began to piece things together and realized he was in a room full of Team Death members. The only ones not in Team Death were him and Syl.
But Sam kept this to himself now. It'd be better once Aizhan came along anyways... [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by airceltrai on Nov 28, 2011 20:48:59 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
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Seeing Sam there made him feel at least someone comfortable with the meeting. However, he didn't really recognize the other people within the room. Sitting down in a chair relatively away from everyone, he didn't want to say anything for the time being. Who were these other people? Why was the meeting called? These types of questions were rushing through Aizhan's head rapidly as he awaited to see if anyone else was coming.
"So...what's with this meeting?" he asked, curiously. Although there was one person he knew, the others just made him feel uncomfortable with being there. Aizhan was just hoping that the meeting would just get over with so he could just burst out the door and away from the others. notes: tags: music: [/style] |
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Post by freeziepop on Nov 29, 2011 0:10:10 GMT -5
Sam was the first to arrive. Syl stared at the boy for a long time, face unchanging save for a curious lip twitch. He didn't seem like a threat, but he'd been deceived before. Carefully he unfolded his napkin and placed it on his lap, smoothing out the wrinkles and never one taking his eyes off of his companion. It was then he felt a chill, and he broke Sam's gaze just in time to see Blaze striding to the table like cock of the walk. Face twisted into a sneer, Syl gave his subordinate a curt nod and motioned for him to sit. "Don't just stand there, you're being rude to our lovely guest," he hissed.
Several awkward moments passed. A waiter tentatively approached and Syl ordered a drink from the bar. He'd be needing it. A waft of seductive perfume let him know another agent had arrived. "Eleanor," he mumbled, but she didn't hear him. Gaze drifted to her ample chest for a moment, and then he shook himself out of it. He couldn't be bothered with her feminine charms right now. He had more important business to attend to.
As his drink came, he spied the last member of the little gang. Like his partner, he didn't appear to be much of a threat. Syl took a sip of the gin and tonic, disappointed that he couldn't taste more gin. Clearing his throat, he waited for everybody to get settled before beginning. "Thank you for coming. Or in Blaze's case, fuck you for coming," he forced a small laugh and grinned smugly at Blaze, straightening his tie. "To be honest I was afraid neither of you would show - the fact that you did means you are courageous, stupid, or both. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Syl. My wonderful colleagues have told me you two are looking to put an end to Team Death."
He paused to take another sip, exhaling loudly. Damn it was good. "Tell me what you know about Team Death and it's leaders. I'm just a curious professor, after all," there was something sinister in his smile. Viper gaze was fixed on Aizhan, trying to determine a motive and failing.
ooc - you guys are free to know anything you like about team death. it's not a secret.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Nov 29, 2011 9:26:27 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] More people started to file in. The room's tension seem to rise with each additional member. Eleanor's presence especially made him feel highly uncomfortable. She was a loose cannon and though Blaze used to think her as useful, she has proved to be more dangerous than anything else, especially in the new TD he wanted to build. He acknowledged her with a nod anyways, staying polite and blissfully neutral. The last person that walked in was this man that Blaze had honestly never seen before, or if he did, he did not remember him.
The trainer did his best to hide his emotions and his thoughts. This was obviously not a safe ground and he would not appear weak. He couldn't stop his nostrils from flaring when Syl spoke to him, though. He obeyed regardless but was more than annoyed at the whole situation. Okay so what was going on? He needed -- wanted to know. It seemed that Syl was the only connecting thread between all of the men ( and Eleanor ) here. He was the one that invited them and he held the answers.
The redhead finally spoke and Blaze already dreaded where this was going. Was Syl really going to be putting him down in front of all of these people? The trainer refused to give him the satisfaction of any reaction and acted as if nothing happened, calling the waitress over and placing his own order of a very very strong tea. This was going to be a long evening.
And he supposed he was lucky that he hadn't gotten his drink yet because he would probably have spit it out at what Syl said next. His pupils dilated at the shock and his fist clenched at his sides. Team Glory had slowly gone under, as they had expected it. Were there more gallivanting losers trying to 'bring TD down', whatever that even meant? He stayed silent, determined to gather as much information as he could. There was a reason he took part in R&D, even as a Professor in the region. He understood how crucial information was and knew when not to speak.
Instead, he watched Sam and the new kid, looking for reactions and for answers. Syl was goading them, in his own subtle way, which would help him gauge the reactions around the table. He had an idea of how much information was out there and available but how much these guys knew would really depend on whether or not they did their research.
ooc posting order, toma ;P
tldr; Blaze be staring
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Nov 30, 2011 12:58:07 GMT -5
Eleanor glanced at Syl as she sipped on a strong coffee, her eyes sharp and focused. Blaze was putting up a neutral, cool front but it was obvious that Syl was already pissing him off. Though knowing Blaze, he wouldn't show it here.
And what was this? She knew Blaze and Syl, but the other two were unfamiliar faces. Faces she couldn't even put names to. How curious.
Upon hearing Syl's remark, she drew her breath in sharply, her reaction about as subtle as Blaze's eyes widening in shock as his fists clenched. Just what was happening here? This suddenly seemed a lot less innocent than just some meeting.
However, it was her job to remain calm. She had the distinct impression that speaking right now was a very bad idea, and so she revived her smile, though anyone with half a brain could have seen her and Blaze's reactions to Syl's statement. She wished for the cold reassurance of her knife but, assuming this was just an ordinary meeting, she hadn't taken such precautions.
Stupid stupid stupid.
Well, if push came to shove, the Team Death members outnumbered these sudden interlopers. Her smile became calmer and she looked the supposed ill bearers in the eye with a mocking, daring smile and took another sip of her coffee.
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Post by airceltrai on Nov 30, 2011 17:54:40 GMT -5
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| [style= color: #c25621; border-bottom: 2px solid #c25621; width: 360px; font-size: 15px; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; line-height: 20px;]With The Music I Die- - [/style]
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He just the professor and shrugged. "If you mean Team Glory, then we don't intend on destroying anyone. That group has been disbanded due to unfortunate circumstances." he said, hiding the fact they were working on the group Ace Trainers. Besides, their new goal wasn't to destroy Team Death at all. While he wasn't telling the full truth, he was trying to be as honest as he could. "And what I know about Team Death? Not much, really. Other than just they existed, I don't know anything else. I haven't really dealt with them myself." he added. Aizhan just wasn't in the region long enough to actually MEET Team Death. However, it could have also been luck that he hadn't gotten involved with them yet.
Aizhan still felt awkward around the three people he knew nothing about. But what the professor had said, it seemed like it was they were his assistants. Until something changes his mind, he decided to keep that as his main view on them for now.
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Post by tomackze on Dec 16, 2011 22:40:22 GMT -5
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Sam twiddled his fingers slightly when he heard the red head speak. He was such an intimidating figure even when he tried not to be. He size, red hair, pokemon, and status just imposed all over Sam and he felt a bit uncomfortable next to him.
He looked over at Aizhan for reassurance but did not really feel any, until the red head asked him a question. "Put an end to Team Death?" He repeated. It was an ideal goal but he knew that it wasn't that likely. And he honestly did not have too much of a problem with them to even go to that route.
He seemed more experienced than Aizhan though, after hearing his speech. "Probably not put an end. I just wish to have my pokemon back..." He said. Referring to the Shiny Zorua that Jay took from him.
Sam partially respected Team Death although he did not agree with their mentality, or way of handling things. But they were so strong! And that he admired and looked up to. [/div][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by SYL on Dec 21, 2011 16:45:05 GMT -5
Syl allowed his stark face to relax into a smile. It wasn't exactly friendly - no, but it wasn't hostile either. "I'm a very blunt person, as you'll come to learn intimately I'm sure," the man said. He took another sip of his drink. He was pacing himself for once.
He glanced at Blaze and grinned again. He looked tense. Hell, he ALWAYS looked tense. "Lighten up Blaze-y. It's a party~" a mocking sing-song voice was used to taunt his subordinate. Always taunting, teasing, snickering at the dark and surly man.
Clearing his throat, his tone was more serious as he addressed the rest of the people at the table. "Somehow I suspect you're not being entirely honest with me. Surely there is a teensy-weensy amount of animosity hidden in those what I can only assume to be empty heads somewhere," each word was articulated carefully.
He wasn't going to lay all of his cards on the table just yet. He had to get a bit more info first. He could only hope his subordinates would say something useful to get the ball rolling. Syl had arranged the meeting, contacted everybody, was he really expected to do all the work? Snatching his spoon off the table he turned it around, admiring the reflection of his face cast back at him. "Looking good today Syl. Looking really good today," he set the object down and took another drink.
To be honest he was surprised neither of them men recognized him. Maybe it was just his massive ego talking, but his face was plastered on wanted posters from Electric City all the way to Verona. In fact, he could have sworn he saw a drag version of himself prowling around the ghettos looking for a little action. It wasn't a bad imposter, either.
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Post by arionne ♥ on Dec 23, 2011 20:12:21 GMT -5
[atrb=width,550px,true][atrb=height,600px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:25; background: #e7f1fa url('http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a206/lil_ari/Blaze/main-bg.png') no-repeat bottom;] Blaze listened carefully as the two trainers spoke, claiming not to know much about Team death and only wishing to get their pokemon back. Understandable, he supposed. At least the trainer cared enough to try and break into the base once or twice, but recently things have just been quiet. He didn't quite believe the words, though. Team Death was put into such a bad position due to the media because some of their plans hadn't worked out too well and had caused problems. Well of course -- that was the point. Trainers that didn't know how to adapt, those that were reckless with their pokemon, those that didn't know how to handle pokemon... they didn't deserve them.
It was not a mentality that most trainers shared, but Blaze had seen too many of these mistreated pokemon to just accept it. Team Death was also an excellent place for research, which was also appreciated. He wasn't too sure what Winters was doing, sitting on his ass in the pokemon laboratory all day -- at least at the base, they were willing to learn more about pokemon to develop their potentials.
"In that case," said Blaze, ignoring Syl completely because now was not the time and he really wasn't in the mood to play with the redhead, "We should be getting along just fine, if there really isn't any animosity between us -- We can just stay out of each other's way." He had heard the rumours and tried to investigate them, but the whole thing had been rather hush. All Blaze knew was that there were talks of a new group of trainers, and obviously these two were part of it. Why else would Syl have called them all here? However, if they could get into an agreement and this new gang of gallivanting idiots didn't interfere with them, he supposed they could... coexist?
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Jan 1, 2012 15:05:18 GMT -5
Eleanor sighed to herself. Oh. If Syl and Blaze were playing the calm, neutral card, playing bad cop probably wouldn't be appreciated. So she would play the good guy, the sweet redhead. She hadn't entered that way, sure, but they were trying to get the trust of these guys.
Of course, a hint of sarcasm and a little provocation wouldn't hurt.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," she smiled. "Cos I've been interested in your little playgroup for a while now." She put a little sugar into her coffee and stirred it, taking a drink and then sliding it aside. "What is your code? Your morals? Your raison d'être." She leaned forward, balcning her chin on her hands. "Because I have to say, I'm worried if some group is just running around Cheyenne without a purpose. The police could get the wrong idea, you know?"
Tch. She played the part of the concerned onlooker in the end. A little too well. But somebody had to say something to get the conversation flowing. You could have cut the tension in this pathetic excuse for a meeting with a knife.
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