Organised Purchase: Tobias & Sharada

[The REAL Joey]

It was yet another busy day in the life of a Rocket grunt. The underground HQ that stretched across the far reaches beneath Goldenrod itself was full of hustle and bustle as the many legions of criminals went about their endeavours. There was no crime like organised crime and this very foundation was a testament to that. They may have been quashed all those years ago by some scrawny kid but that was then. Now, the Rockets were set to blast off and rise again to new heights. It had been a while since Tobias had made it to the Rocket HQ in Goldenrod. He had been posted out to Azalea and had to gruellingly push himself through the labyrinth maze that was known as Ilex Forest. Having fulfilled his mission, developed new business "partnerships" with the local folk and secured a pathway through for other Rocket colleagues, he had certainly accomplished much. His report would surely be lengthy. However, in the space between Ilex entrance and the entry way to Goldenrod itself, Tobias had come to the realisation he would need to enlist more Fire types should he have face himself in a predicament. The cold weather he had endured recently had certainly been cause for concern.

As he stood perfectly still before an electronic billboard, he scanned the messages for the potential chance of anything that would pique his interest. With Prometheus providing continued warmth to his face, Tobias raised a hand and ran it through his bushy overgrown beard. The male had grown this in his time struggling to get through the chilly time at Azalea and considering he had only just got back from his adventure, he'd had no time whatsoever to smarten himself up. Even his clothes were looking less than the typical, flashy image he liked to present. His eye squaring in intently, a small notice cropped up from one of his fellow Rocket members. "Cyndaquil. Up for sale. Price negotiable." A blunt message, it was enough for Tobias to get in immediate contact. Firing up a response, he sent the email off with equally blunt enthusiasm. All he stated was for the seller to meet him at the main foyer of the HQ. "Another Fire type to the collection." Mumbled Tobias as he ran his mind over the majority of fire types in existence he was aware of. "Surely one of them will have the ability to thaw this accursed scar."

[Morrigan]

Resting in the female quarters of her Team Rocket squadron, Sharada was woken with a start as her Poketch began to rumble violently, alerting her of a message. Not even budging in attempt to check, she laid on her back for a few moments, eyes leering up at the ceiling as she tried to wake herself up from an otherwise comfortable slumber. With a heave, she slowly sat up, glaring around to make sure that Langley wasn't lurking anywhere before reaching over her grabbing her watch like gadget. Eyes still drooping sleepily, she felt her eyes widen at the notification of someone responding to her advertisement. Leaning forward, she rested the side of her face against her knees upon realising that it was for her Cyndaquil. Remembering back on how she acquired the Pokemon, she realised that it wasn't getting anywhere near the attention of training that it deserved. The person was bound to be a fellow Rocket but if she heard of any abuse, she could always try to steal him back.

Reading over the message to see that the requester was currently in the foyer, she sighed in a miserable manner as she began to look somewhat presentable. In her usual Rocket gear, minus her red ribbons, she decided to go out with her hair cloaking her shoulders, since she was just going to go back to sleep after ward anyway. Her naturally long, wavy hair looking a bit messy, she yawned tiredly as she fidgeted about with a computer near her bed, a Pokeball materialising which she was quick to grab. Slipping on her grey boots, she strolled tiredly out of her room, too busy yawning to notice if anyone was there to greet her. Meandering through the long corridors of the underground base, Sharada soon made it to the foyer, eyes still drooping sleepily. Looking from left to right, it was fairly empty. There was only the usual, unhelpful receptionist and a man over by the billboard on the wall. Glancing at him from behind, his height and suit looked much like Tobias. But at the same time, he looked scruffy and knowing him somewhat, she figured it was probably just another person who liked white suits.

Approaching him, she ran a hand through her messy hair, scooping her locks to the side so they hung over one shoulder and moving her fringe backward so it parted in the middle messily and hung around her ears, showing her rounded forehead and face more clearly. Rubbing her eyes to try and make herself seem more than awake, it seemed she had been up all night with a mission of her own, considering the bags under her eyes. "Excuse me." She stated bluntly as she stood behind the tall man, glancing up at the back of his head, "Are you the one who messaged me about Cyndaquil?" Not quite acting business like, she yawned tiredly, still not realising that it was actually Tobias she was speaking to. "What is your offer?" She questioned abruptly. If it was anything unacceptable, she would just go straight back to bed.

[img src="http://serebii.net/heartgoldsoulsilver/pokemon/155-m.png"]
[b]Cyndaquil[/b]
Name: Cyndaquil
OT: Sharada Sewell
Gender: [font color="lightblue"]Male[/font]
Level: 10
Attacks: Tackle, Leer, Smokescreen, Ember
Ability: Blaze
Nature/Personality:
Happiness: 0

[The REAL Joey]

Turning around on the spot as the voice called out, Tobias stared the woman blankly in the face. His single eye looking at her incredulously, he couldn't help but notice it was none other than Sharada. Not expressing any sort of surprise, he only took in the fact she was looking a little rough around the edges like himself. Bluntly acknowledging it being her, he spoke out. "Sharada." While he looked worn out and quite honestly wild, it was no doubt Tobias. His trademark eye patch sat over his wounded eye and his suit, while a mess, was still the usual get up that he wore. The only real difference was the massive beard. But surely she could look through that and see it was him. Remembering who Sharada was as well, Prometheus perked up a little on Tobias' shoulder and jigged back and forth with his usual evil grin spread over his goofy face. Raising an eyebrow irately, he intended for the Pansear to take heed. So he did. Settling down, the monkey resumed his duties in providing continued warmth to Tobias' face.

As always, one quick to cut to the chase and never to barter with his offers, he lifted up the travel worn briefcase that accompanied around with him. Boasting its white leather finish still, he flicked the number dials on the top in order to unlock it. As it made a satisfying click to indicate it was free to open, he lifted it up, his arm supporting as a balance to present the briefcase. Opening up the top lid with his other arm, he showed her his offer. "£3,000 Pokedollars exact." Tilting his head from the side of the suitcase, he made sure the offer was acceptable. "I trust this is sufficient?" Never one for social interaction, he remained quiet as he awaited her decision. Originally hoping for a peaceful, straight forward business transaction, it was never going to aspire to his wishes. No sooner than he had made his offer came the sound of footsteps off in the other direction from the main entrance.

Not just any footsteps. These were the footsteps of a giant.

Although the floor didn't quake with the reverberation of the footsteps, it began to instead with the mighty boom of the owner's voice.

"WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW. I COME BACK FROM TAKING OUT THE TRASH AND I BUMP INTO POP EYE PIRATE." Stomping into view, the hulking Garcian made his identity absolutely known. A massive bazooka holstered to his back, he folded his titan arms and made his muscles bulge strenuously, his veins pumping up as if they were about to explode. It had been a while since both Tobias and Sharada had seen the berserker luchador, but he seemed even more terrifying if that were possible. Looking down from the comfort of his mask, his eyes narrowed as they took in the sight of Sharada. He may have had more brawn than brains but that wasn't to say his memory was anything of a slouch. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND THE MIGHTY TYPHOON. SO NICE OF YOU TO GRACE US WITH YOUR PRESENCE." Grinding his teeth together in a grin, he unfolded his mighty arms and slapped Sharada across the back with a resounding pat.

The happy reunion was short lived. Having nearly blown a casket from when the behemoth voice yelled out, Tobias was pushed to his limit by Garcian getting the phrase wrong. Yet again. "Pop UP pirate you imbecile. And what does it even matter?! I am of no such relation to a pirate." Scrunching his face up angrily, Tobias was in no mood for the maniac's presence. "Haven't you got some new recruits to go break? Get lost Garcian. We're in the middle of a transaction. Your uncouth mannerisms are not welcome." Snorting excessively, Garcian let out a booming laugh. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WHAT IS ALL THIS MONEY ABOUT, HM?! IS THIS SOME GRAND TRIBUTE TO THE MIGHTY GARCIAN!?" Leering down greedily, he looked as if he was about to snatch it up.

[Morrigan]

Closing her eyes as the man began to turn, Sharada stretched her arms above her head, face tensing as she attempted to wake up her tired muscles. Drooping her arms back down to her sides, she rolled her neck loosely, pausing as he mentioned her name. Even though it was just her name, his voice sounded familiar. "You know... me?" Her voice trailing off as she looked up to view the man properly, she couldn't help but feel as if she knew him. Tilting her head to the side, she had a puzzling look plastered across her face as she shot him a scrutinising stare. The main thing her droopy mind focused one was the fact he had a beard and she didn't really know many, if any, men with beards. However, his white suit and lone eyepatch brought her back to the conclusion of it being Tobias, her once confused eyes widening as she noticed the familiar grin of Prometheus on his shoulder. Perking her head up somewhat, she still couldn't believe it. "To--bias?" The brunette spoke cautiously, the cold stare of his single brown eye looking down at her concluding that it was infact him.

Immediately running her hands through her hair in attempt to tame her wild locks of hair last moment, she turned her gaze away from him nervously, "I'm sorry! If I knew it was you, I'd would've made myself more presentable and-" Patting her face as she realised she was incredibly tired looking as well as make-up-less, she sighed angrily. He had seen now, there was no point hiding the fact that she looked like a pure wreck. "I apologise... Sleepless nights." Rubbing the back of her head, she looked back to him with raised eyebrows, "But you... Look wild." Those words not quite meaning to come out, she jumped a little, "In a good way. Sir!" Visibly drooping and cursing under her breath at how much of an idiot she was, Sharada knew that she had to be careful around Tobias. Since she had recruited him, she felt it funny to be a little more playful or flirtatious with him. But since getting a warning from Hypnotica about how dangerous he infact was, she had backed off dramatically from that behaviour and started treating him as a superior.

Feeling a little more awake now that she knew who she was doing business with, her eyes widened at the sight of the money sitting within the briefcase he held. As the silence fell between them, it was clear that Sharada was heavily contemplating the offer. If it were any other grunt, she would've turned away but since it was Tobias and she had never seen him physically harm his Pokemon as of yet, she wondered if her Cyndaquil would be able to fit in with him. Thinking that a stern voice might be able to change the fiery type into something powerful, she looked back to Tobias with a much more serious expression, parting her lips to speak only to be interrupted by an approaching presence. Flinching as the booming of Garcian's bellowing voice caused a few painful twinges in her mind, Sharada clutched at the side of her head and sobbed under her breath, "O-Oww. H-Headaches are the worst." Craning her neck back, Sharada stared up at Garcian who had yet to acknowledge her. It had been a while since she had seen either Tobias or Garcian but with one sight that would probably gross out a few people, it only filled her eyes with admiration. He really did remind her of back home.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she staggered forward as he gave her a smack in the back. If she hadn't been awake, she was now for sure. Coiling forward, she winced but tried to force a smile as she responded to Garcian, "H-Hello, Garcian. It's nice to see you again." Although she didn't mind the nickname, as well as the fact he had dubbed it her after his mentor, she figured there wasn't anything mighty about her and didn't deserve it. Straightening herself back up with a painful expression as Tobias and Garcian exchanged words, she couldn't help but wear a genuine smile over the repeated pirate conversation. The fact he wore an eyepatch and in replace of a parrot had a monkey made her suddenly crack into a small laugh which morphed into a warm smile. Although she was around hardened criminals and there was no doubt what they did was terrible, she couldn't help but laugh at this side of them too. "It's fine, Tobias." She suddenly cut in, reaching a hand down to her leg holster and unclasping a lone Pokeball. "I accept. I hope it proves useful to you." Stepping forward to complete the exchange, Sharada turned her head slightly to view Garcian as he questioned the money. Worriedly smiling, she began to collect the notes sitting within the case before he could swipe at them, "It is... Business. Yeah."

With the exchange now complete, she didn't even need to count through the amount. Tobias had given her a huge wad of cash in the past at the Unova Festival and oddly enough, she trusted him. However, one thing was still on her mind from their last meeting. With Garcian, atleast. "Wait!" Sharada suddenly called out to the behemoth, hoping that he wouldn't stomp off after Tobias' stern dismissal. Having thought about it deeply, Sharada wanted nothing more than to become strong, emotionally and physically. She had been in such a deep rut that maybe she wasn't thinking straight but out of everyone she had met, the fearsome Garcian had shown an inkling of interest in her. If she could become confident and strong in her own way with his guiding fist, she was going to grab at the chance. "What you said last time... I can't leave Royce. He has given me a chance to work under him and I plan on remaining loyal to him." Pausing, she quickly carried on in hope that it didn't make him angry, taking a step towards the towering man whilst wearing a more determined expression, "But I want you to mentor me!" Not quite believing what she was saying, she continued to push on, "I admire you so much since first watching you wrestle! What is it going to take for you to acknowledge me?!" Parting from Tobias' side completely, she stood in front of Garcian. The height differences were ridiculous, she was barely under his chest but she was still demanding such a beast to take her under his wing. It was amazing enough that his earlier pat didn't shatter her bones, if her behaviour was enough to irritate him she would surely lose her life right there. Staring up at him, it didn't seem she was going to give up or let him go this time. "I'm small, weak and useless to Team Rocket as I am now. I want to learn from you, Garcian. I will accept whatever you throw at me. Even if it breaks me, I'll come back and do it again and again." Clenching the notes of money, she grimaced painfully, her next few words being aimed more to herself, "No one ever takes me seriously..." Looking over to Tobias to see if he was still there, her energy plummeted as she drooped sadly. Even Joe probably looked at her as if she were a Hoenn Princess that always needed protecting but she wanted to be strong on her own, "I want Garcian, Royce, even Tobias, to be able to rely on me." Almost breaking her neck once again to get a look at the giant luchador in the face, she tried to perk herself up some, frowning her eyes which wore a particularly determined glint. "Please, Garcian."

OOC: Don't mind this quick trade turning into a big bit of Sharada's character development, jesus, what the heck is this I'm sorry.

[The REAL Joey]

Accepting the Pokeball she had offered up, Tobias left the briefcase open long enough for Sharada to collect her transaction. As she held onto the pokedollar notes, he shut close the briefcase and returned it back to his side. Looking at the Pokeball in his hand, he stared blandly at it. He had at least obtained another Pokemon to his menagerie, one which boasted an affinity to fire at that. He didn't have much of a chance to test it now but with it's fires also came the potential to rid him of his frozen curse. Pocketing it away, he looked over to Sharada as she continued on pleaded with Garcian. "Hmph. Please. You have no chance in bargaining with that knuckle dragging Neanderthal." Taunted Tobias, hoping to get him back for the jibe about being a pirate. Despite his words, Garcian stood there with an intense stare surging from the holes in his mask. Looking down at Sharada, he folded his arms, tensed his muscles and pulled his neck from side to side as if heavily weighing up the request.

For a man as boisterous and deafening as Garcian, it was worrying to say the least. What came next was something that neither Sharada nor Tobias could have predicted. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU WANT TO BECOME STRONG?!" Leaning forward with a maddened look in his eyes, it seemed almost as if he was warming to the idea. Unbeknownst to Sharada herself, Garcian's incredible technique and strength was passed down to him by a mentor and their mentor before them in a long line of succession. Garcian may have not truly yet been in his prime but the prospect of being able to pass on his destructive force was an offer worthwhile. "SOMETIMES IT'S NOT ENOUGH TO WANT SOMETHING. YOU NEED TO COMMIT BLOOD! SWEAT! TEARS! YOU NEED TO STARVE, TO PROVE YOUR HUNGER! MIGHT IS RIGHT! IF YOU FOLLOW THE WAYS OF MY TECHNIQUE, THERE IS NO GOING BACK. THIS ISN'T SOME WHIM YOU CAN WALK AWAY FROM IF YOU FEEL IT ISN'T YOU." Letting out a bellowing laugh that boomed throughout the foyer, even startling the frosty receptionist they had all had issues with, Garcian sized her up again. "YOU MAY BE A MEWLING BABY BUT GARCIAN WILL MAKE YOU STRONG. HARNESS YOUR INNER POTENTIAL. WITH MY TRAINING YOU WILL BE ABLE TO LIFT UP TO THREE TIMES YOUR WEIGHT, BREAK THROUGH STEEL." His eyes forming into expression displaying that of an unmistakeable grin on his face, it appeared he was keen.

"SINCE ANCIENT TIMES THE LINEAGE OF MY DISCIPLINE HAS BEEN TAUGHT IN CYCLES. FROM MASTER TO STUDENT. AND THEN AS THE STUDENT BECOMES MASTER, THE CYCLE BEGINS ANEW. YOU WILL MAKE A FINE DISCIPLE. WORTHY OF THE NAME TYPHOON, THE MENTOR WHO TRAINED ME. SHE WAS A WOMAN THAT TRANSCENDED OUR PUNY LIMITS." Folding his arms into another tightened grip, their duologue was cut short as Tobias had to intervene with his utter disbelief at this point. "Hmph. Unless you have a stash of illegal, body altering steroids then I see no way in which this would be possible." Looking askance at Sharada, he made clear his doubt. "You are simply too scrawny to be able to do anything this baboon can muster. And what good would it be anyway? A real criminal uses his brains and let's his Pokemon do the work for him. No need to get your hands dirty." Stomping forward, Garcian was not going to let such talk cloud her confidence. Already the master had taken his disciple under his wing. "NONSENSE! AS IF YOU WOULD KNOW, NEVER HAD TO RAISE A MUSCLE TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOUR CRONY POKEMON DOING ALL THE WORK FOR YOU, HAH." Looking back down to Sharada, Garcian expressed his belief she would be ideal. "YOUR VERY FRAME, YOUR INNER AURA SPEAKS OTHERWISE. THE SECRET OF MY DISCIPLINE DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE WITH THOSE LACKING MUSCLES SUCH AS MINE."

Wanting to proceed further, Garcian gave her instructions. "I DON'T CARE IF YOUR ROYCE'S, HARMAN'S, HELL EVEN GIOVANNI'S PERSONAL SQUAD MEMBER, THIS IS AN HONOUR TO TAKE ON MY WAYS. LET'S SEE HOW CONCERNED THEY ARE WHEN YOU START PULVERISING YOUR MISSION TASKS WITH MY TRAINING ALONE." Sounding an incredulous sigh, Tobias raised a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You were warned. If you become an invalid cripple from breaking your back that is your choice. I would have guessed seeing those new recruits being utterly broken would have been enough to deter you." Shaking his head violently, even Prometheus didn't seem to impressed by the idea. If anything, Garcian's huge frame and known outbursts of rage were enough to discredit the idea of having anything to do with the brute. Shuffling the gigantic bazooka on his back that hung on by a hefty strap, Garcian grunted. "HAH. NO MATTER. I WILL BE IN CONTACT." Making his way for the transport platforms, Garcian hulked off. Leaving Tobias with Sharada, the male spoke out. His words were something of concern but his tone was anything but. "Are you completely sane? Nothing good will come of it." Shaking his head, Tobias looked down at the watch on his wrist. "It has been a long journey here. I shall retire for the evening." Nodding his head curtly, he turned on the spot and followed the same route Garcian had headed. A definite delay in his pace as if to avoid catching up with the berserker luchador.

Pausing for one moment as if realising that no decrease in his speed would avert him from bumping into Garcian, Tobias turned on the spot and looked back to Sharada. In a rare display of curiosity, he queried her motives. "What do you hope to gain from all this?"

[Morrigan]

Enthralled by the sight of Garcian, Sharada's focus remained solely on the luchador as Tobias took a jibe back at him. Her eyes following his head movements as he tossed his head to and fro, the more he did this, the more serious her expression became. Growing up, she had always been protected by her family, going as far as to ship her to a different part of Hoenn, in order to escape from her daily bullies. Really, her life had been basic, childish and almost spoilt, but in her mind all the events she went through were big enough to shape her into this very moment. This wasn't to say that if she successfully completed training under him, that she would travel back home and deck the living daylights out of everyone she once knew. Perhaps one or two of them but she was looking at the bigger picture. This would be the first step in believing and gaining confidence within herself, to then overflow and be able to spread her protection onto others as she knew the feeling of being powerless. Any strength she did happen to gain would be used for all the wrong reasons at first but by ploughing through these tests and ultimately ending Team Rocket, she would harness the strength into something positive. It would be a long and painful journey and no doubt she would need a guiding hand or two, as she felt this would sink her more into the side of Team Rocket but it was all the case of figuring it out when the time came. For now, she had to take this one step at a time, even if the direction was a bit wrong at first.

Jumping somewhat as his laughter sliced clean through the silence, she watched as he leaned his hulking body forward yet still remaining much taller than her tiny frame. Meeting his line of sight with her own, Sharada faltered slightly. He was truly psychotic but she couldn't back down now. "Yes! I need to become strong!" She bellowed back, placing extra emphasis on the word need and showing him some more of her enthusiasm on this matter. This wasn't just about pleasing Team Rocket and becoming a deeper undercover operative. This was solely for herself. Bit by bit, her feelings were coming out, her uncertainty turning into positivity as she continued to plead with him. Taking in his words with an absorbed expression on her face, she stared up to him as if she were speaking with a god. Her hands hanging by her sides clenched into fists as she nodded her head fiercely. "No!" she swiftly cut in, "I understand what I am asking for and I am prepared to follow in your ways, whatever they may be. This isn't some after school karate lesson what I can quit just because I chipped a nail... I am being deadly serious about this and I want to make sure you know that before disagreeing or agreeing to anything." Placing a hand on her hip loosely, she nodded again, "You might think I'm some all talk, no action girly girl with long, flowing hair and curvy hips but I'll be sure to disprove those thoughts." Narrowing her eyes, she managed a grin of her own upon seeing the movements from under Garcian's mask, "I'm stubborn and I'm not going to let you get away until you agree to take me on. Yeah, I'll cry, bleed and sweat at first. But I'll work. I'll be honed into something that even you would be proud to call a successor."

Falling quiet again, she realised that she was saying big things and making big expectations and promises. There was a chance that Tobias was right and on day one, Garcian would completely annihilate her into nothing but a broken pile of skin and bone. She had no idea what this training would involve yet she still continued to beg, almost as if finding a thrill from the unknown. Listening as Garcian spoke, she smiled warmly at his words. Not just of the fact that he was warming up to the idea of taking on her as a student of his fighting style but more so that he continued to compare her to this Typhoon woman. She wanted to know more about her and the only way was to be around Garcian. Becoming his student would kill two birds with one stone. "I get the feeling that I wouldn't be able to compare to this woman." she spoke out calmly with a hint of disappointment, "So I better start working hard if I want to overtake her level." Raising a hand out in front of her, she outstretched her fingers toward Garcian, although he was still physically out of her reach. "I'm going to be the mighty Typhoon... One that is worthy of accompanying a raging Hurricane." Her fingers faltering, she suddenly looked away shyly, remembering that Tobias was still there. Feeling her heart pound in her chest, she grimaced at his more than understandable words. Tilting her head, she looked down to her own outstretched hands, eyes narrowing slightly.

Tobias being the words of wisdom at this point, Sharada was always the gullible, uncertain type and was indeed knocked slightly. But before she could even retort, someone else decided to for her. Eyes widening as Garcian stepped to her defence, she tore her gaze from the floor and looked to him, startled. Speechless for a few moments, she let what was just said sink in, including his encouraging words of not needing large muscles, as if he were trying to convince her to stay on this path. Shaking her head, she couldn't let what Tobias had just said get to her. She was sure that if she described these feelings to Joe or anyone else, they would also disagree. But right now, Garcian was standing forward and placing his belief in her. That alone pushed her forward to believe that following Garcian was the best choice. It was her own idea and she had to follow it to the end. This was confirmed even further as he tossed the fact of squads out of the window. By doing this training, it was going to be completely between the pair of them. He was entrusting his beloved fighting style, from his mentor, down to Sharada. This had nothing to do with Team Rocket and it instantly gave Sharada the yearning to learn once more. Noticing Garcian was about to move off, the brunette followed him by a couple of steps before pausing, "You wont be disappointed. I'll prove it to you, in any and every way possible."

Watching as he disappeared from sight, Sharada closed her eyes and sighed to herself. That was the scariest yet most eventful thing she had probably ever done and in a way, if Garcian said that he was going to get in contact with her, did that mean she was successful? A sudden beaming grin flushing her cheeks, this moment of relief was short lived as Tobias made his presence known once again. Turning on the spot whilst adjusting her hair, Sharada looked oblivious to the matter, as if she was unaware of what she had just done. "Eh? Is there a problem with it?" She questioned before moving her hands back down to her side. "Maybe... I am just a masochist." Suddenly pushing a finger against her chin, she looked up to the ceiling cutely, her voice becoming slightly higher pitched as she tried to come across as dumb. "Ooooh! But when I complete the training, I'll probably turn into the opposite, huh?" Grinning, she turned her attention back to Tobias but clenched her eyes shut as her smile grew, "I guess that's something new!" Suddenly turning her face away whilst trying to control her laughter, she quickly went back to normal, albeit red in the cheeks. "Just kidding! ...And just forget what happened here. If it does happen to lead into something, then it is between me and him." Losing her smile, she nodded in his direction but still refused to look him in the face. "Alright. Seeya around."

Despite having to go the same way to get to her own squad herself, Sharada had decided not to move for now, since she suddenly had a lot on her mind. Thinking that Tobias had walked off, when he finally did decide to turn back, he was met with a blank expression plastered on Sharada's face. Staring into the wall opposite her, the brunette's eyes were narrowed and mouth completely neutral. Wondering if Garcian had actually taken her seriously or not was still at the forefront of her mind and it was clearly plaguing her. Suddenly snapping out of her day dream like state, it took a moment for the words spoken to sink in, let alone from the person who said them. Usually the type to remain silent and hard to speak with, Sharada was visibly surprised by the change in curiosity. Laughing once, she looked down to rub the back of her head before taking a few steps forward to close the large gap between them. Taking his words as worry, even though he was truly just trying to keep a distance from Garcian, it was obvious that Sharada had no real idea how to answer his question. "Like I said, maybe I just enjoy the idea of endless pain." Quickly shaking her head, she didn't want him to think she was too weird. "This is like me asking why you have an eyepatch. It's stepping into personal ground that I don't want to cover."

Shrugging her words off, she felt she could atleast indulge him somewhat. "The gist of it is dealing in some revenge. I've grown up being told that I "can't do it" so stuff like this makes me want to do it even more. Blah blah, sob story and all that." Curling her top lip and furrowing her brow, she lent back casually to look Tobias in the eye, "Team Rocket is the best thing about this god forsaken, drab excuse of a region. But it just so happened that fate led me here and even more so, to him. I just have this gut feeling that it is what I need to do." Sighing in slight disbelief, she continued further. "Sometimes, there are things that I want to do with my own two hands. Something that would give me a more satisfying reward than ordering my Pokemon to do it. I know you said it's best not to get your hands dirty but... Maybe I'm just young, inexperienced and overly eager. I need to make some mistakes to learn from." Suddenly waving her hand around in the air in front of her, she probably didn't make her reasoning very clear at all. "A-Anyway. It doesn't matter. I don't expect you to understand some moody teen. I'll just do my thing and you do yours, it's better that way. Sir." Trying to think of a way to change the conversation, Sharada quickly perked up, remembering why they had met in the first place. "Ah! Why don't you check Cyndaquil out?" She questioned, trying to shake off her look of discomfort of the situation.

[The REAL Joey]

Listening to her response, Tobias was clearly not going to be able to fully understand her hunger, her drive, her very necessity to take on board this training. Clearly from what she was saying, it was a means to better herself and make sure that she could rely on herself and not that of others. An alien concept as that was all Tobias had ever known. Nothing he had obtained in this world was thanks to anyone else but himself. The fruits of his efforts were his alone. "No problem. I just find it so utterly unconnected that you would aspire to such a goal." Apparent he worded he was not surprised, Tobias had long since stopped trying to expect what others would do. The only prediction he could make was the unpredictable would happen. As she warned of him the privacy of the situation, Tobias shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "It matters me little. What you decide to do in your own time as of little consequence." Never one to really pry, it wasn't as if the two of them were plotting the downfall of the very criminal organisation he was looking to obtain control over.

As he returned back and Sharada bridged the gap between them, he remained as chilly as ever with his expression. Perhaps her comment about the eye patch played part in his expression being even more so colder than usual. Choosing not to respond to the example, he listened on to what she said. Although once more, he found there a barrier in what they believed in. Fate was a funny word to Tobias. To him, things were never destined or set in stone to be. The path before them lay unwritten, it was to the person's decision on what they wanted to achieve in their goal. "I am not so sure it is fate more the matter you are looking for a means to an end to get stronger. From what you have said, Team Rocket proved itself to be a strong backbone and you were driven to it. It was only natural you would then be drawn to someone as strong as Garcian. In the physical sense of things. As powerful as he is, you've not seen him fumble about in a Pokemon duel." Clearly a jibe at the berserker's ability, it was almost as if Tobias prided himself a better battler than Garcian could ever hope to achieve. And with good reason, he had recently acquired a seemingly unbeatable attack to trump opponents.

As Sharada finished, Tobias concluded in theory why they had such different outlooks in life. From being shielded in such a bubble as she was growing up, she was still young, naive in nature. She had said it herself. Making mistakes by her own hands would be the best bet to learn from and ultimately mature. Tobias' own growing up had been littered with nothing but building upon every bad hand he had been dealt. It was only now with the wisdom he had accumulated that he was playing with the cards he had been dealt and would devise a strategy that would make sure of victory. His face serious and clearly deliberating over her words, he missed her saying that there no point in trying to decipher her outlook. Of course at that point it was too long. It was only when she perked up energetically about the Pokemon he had bought that he was snapped back into the conversation. "Oh. The Cyndaquil." Taking out the Pokeball, he extended it at the centre and aimed it at the floor so the fire mouse could be summoned.

Standing before the two humans, the Pokemon looked up and made a small noise as it attempted to comprehend the situation. It was only when Prometheus shimmied down from Tobias' tall frame and went to meet the Pokemon that it perked up at the inclusion of a fellow Pokemon. As Prometheus got closer, the cheeky simian raised his hand and with a flick of his fingers, caused a burst of flame to ignite in front of him. It appears the monkey was curious as to the Pokemon's worth. Tobias had been it abundantly clear that they required Pokemon boasting fiery strength to their arsenal. There was nothing hot about this Pokemon from its perspective. Unsure of how to take the snap of the Pansear's fingers, the Cyndaquil let out a high pitched squeak as all of a sudden its back erupted in an outburst of flames that shocked even Prometheus, causing the monkey to fly up in the air and retreat back Tobias, clambering back up and looking down at the Cyndaquil with suspicion. "A fiery demonstration is ideal." As forthcoming as ever, Tobias revealed little insight into his strategy. "I'm amassing as many Fire type Pokemon as possible." His eye flicking up to Sharada coldly, he made her aware. "Any Fire Pokemon you acquire and are looking to profit from, you know where I can be found."

[Morrigan]

Surprised that Tobias had stuck around and actually listened to her ramblings, the brunette was caught off guard by this sudden interest in her reasoning behind wanting to learn under Garcian. She had pushed him away numerous times but even Joe didn't know all that much about her and here she was, relaying some of her deepest feelings to one of the most dangerous people she will ever have the chance of meeting. Lowering her head, an almost nostalgic smile crept across her face at his words, her own mind delving a bit deeper as memories of home flooded back to her. "If it helps some, I come from Dewford in Hoenn. Fighting and proof of strength is key on our island, so a part of me is naturally drawn to fulfil that need." Rubbing the side of her arm apprehensively and looking away, she was sure Tobias was only going to belittle her for her words. But once again, it was the opposite. Looking at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips as he bestowed his words of wisdom onto her, it was an odd feeling, to have someone partially understand her. She did not even consider that by slipping a bit more information about herself, it could potentially come back to haunt her later. On the outside, Team Rocket was merciless and cruel and things weren't all that much different on the inside. However, the people she had been surrounded by were teaching her something day by day. Each of them were strong and confident, with their own believes. Although she didn't agree with thieving or abusing Pokemon, each of their no-care attitudes were something in which she was striving to achieve in herself.

Still staring at Tobias in an almost gormless manner, she couldn't help but break into a gentle laugh at what he had said last. Covering her grinning mouth with a hand as she tried to control her laughter, she could just imagine Garcian was the type not to use Pokemon at all. "Y-Yes, I don't doubt that. I am not sure if his gargantuan hands could even hold a Pokeball without crushing it. I almost assumed he didn't have any Pokemon at all." Pressing her fingers into her pink cheeks to try and calm them down some, she slowly shrugged her shoulders but still wore a smile, "It is not my Pokemon that is the problem. I lack too many aspects in myself. It might be hard to believe but I think I would learn more from Garcian than how to fight. Someone stern like him will whip me into place. I know he would not hold back and it will force me to learn quicker and become stronger, physically and mentally." Trailing off herself, she couldn't help but notice Tobias had fallen silent, his lone eye boring into her. Looking away uncomfortably, it took him a while to split from his own thoughts and finally react to her suggestion of meeting Cyndaquil. Watching as her old partner appeared from the ball in Tobias' hand, her posture drooped ever so slightly, realising that she was letting such a precious friend go. Carefully watching the interaction between Prometheus and her old Pokemon, she felt a bit more relieved as he summoned a burst of fire from his back, putting the Pansear in his place. She knew at that point, that Cyndaquil would be fine.

Learning from Tobias himself that he was interested in fire types, Sharada nodded in response. Even she had typings that she preferred, so she didn't think too far into his choices. "Understood. I am hoping to travel to Ecruteak in the near future but I am currently having a mission processed and am unable to proceed just yet. If I come across anything of interest, I will contact you personally." With their conversation nearing the end, Sharada couldn't think of much else to bring up. By this point, Garcian had long gone and Tobias would be able to proceed without any hassle from him. Looking in the opposite direction, Sharada had a different plan, as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes from her dress pocket. "Listen." She suddenly stated abruptly, fiddling with the packet as if distracted, "When we first met, I bigged myself up. I do have confidence in my team but myself? That is a different story. I refuse to let Garcian break me, I'm going to become strong." Slipping a cigarette into her mouth, she held out the packet towards him, as if offering him one. "...Thanks for listening to me." Pulling the packet back after a few moments of giving him the option to take one, she turned on her heel and pulled out a lighter, "I'm heading out for a smoke. Until next time, Sir." Waving a hand in the air to suggest her goodbye, she quickly left the foyer of Team Rocket and escaped into the streets of Goldenrod through a secret entrance down one of the side streets. As the cold wind hit her flustered face, she turned to light up the cigarette, a heavy frown contrasting her heavily flushed cheeks. She felt so embarrassed saying such things to someone else but even more so since Tobias listened with such a straight face. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she first though, despite the warnings from Hypnotica.