Ladder Of Ambition (Morri) [F]

[Morrigan]

Agitated that she was being so easily toyed with, Sharada clearly wasn't enjoying this one bit. Trying to look as natural as possible, she still couldn't help but glance over her shoulders, the delicate laughter of this female ringing in her mind. To Sharada, being found out now was a huge deal, not just for her life but for Joe aswell. Despite their recent misunderstanding, mostly on her part, she still swore to make it out of this alive for him. Lifting her hand and curling a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, she listened carefully to the voice, trying to block out the sound of clicking footsteps to make sure she didn't miss a single word. Remembering back to just a short while ago due to the small hint, the only thing what truly hit her was the meeting with Coyote. In fact, it was a mere few seconds before that. The gothic beauty who shrugged off his advances with ease, just remembering the sight brought a subtle smile to her face. "Hypnotica... Yes, I remember now. Tobias mentioned your name back then." Trailing off again as the woman spoke out chattily, she was surprised that such a mysterious looking woman could have so much to say. Or more importantly, say such precise things about her.

Clenching the edge of her dress uncomfortably at her mention of a male, she was quick to interrupt, "Joe. His name is... Joe..." Her grip relinquishing, she rolled her head to one side, solemn look stretched across her face, "He is the reason I am doing this in the first place. Hah. Aren't I stupid? Being so foolish for a mere man." Eyes narrowing nervously, she gulped, "But for him, it is all worth it. My past wasn't such a smooth ride, thanks to it my personality is nothing but fake and confidence low. But being here and finding this strange thrill, a bit of me almost feels filled. Yet my loyalty will always lie with him." Looking up at the back of Tobias ever so slightly as he continued walking on ahead, scribbling away some notes about Lateralus still, she started to wear a look of intrigue. "R-Really?" She questioned at first with a slight pause, "Is there anything you can tell me about him? His past? The reason for that eyepatch of his? Why is he so cold?" Realising she was probably thinking far too many questions all at once, she forced herself to clear her mind, "A-Ahh! I'm incredibly sorry!" Pausing once more, she finally took her eyes off Tobias' back, taking Hypnotica's warning to heart. "I'll be more careful."

All of a sudden, the wavelength between them cut off. Freezing on the spot yet again, she turned her torso around, eyes constantly on the look out for the dark haired female. Had something happened to her? Picking up her pace again worriedly, she felt an unusual feeling of relief wash over her as the voice returned. "N-No, it's not a problem!" Listening closely to her next few words particularly, she replied hurriedly, "Another double agent?" Questioning her words before Hypnotica could even finish, Sharada was starting to put two and two together in her mind, clearly becoming a little more excited. Of course, it was just a mere thought, or maybe she was happy with convincing herself that she clearly wasn't the only spy in these walls. No, the woman soon made it positive, she too was an agent. If they were face to face, the joy on Sharada's face would be made apparent to her. "You mean, I'm not alone?!" Holding a hand close to her chest as she finally allowed Hypnotica to explain her side and place down a bit of a ultimatum on the table, the pleased brunette found little wrong with her side of the bargain in order to keep quiet.

Of course, there was a matter of just what the help would be but at that moment, Sharada had little choice. "If what everything you are saying is true and you really do welcome my presence, then I am hardly going to disagree. If anything, I am happy to have someone close by to confide in... O-Of course, I wont get in your way or make anyone suspicious or anything of the sort!" Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, her initial reaction had been that of relief and happiness, but there was still a slight concern of trust plaguing the back of her mind. But that would all come in time. "Anything you ask of me and I will do my best to aid you. Not to keep you quiet but as a fellow spy... I understand first hand at how hard it has been to merge in with the group without being spotted." Trailing off as the woman introduced herself politely, Sharada wore a gentle smile of her own, "Sharada Sewell, and the pleasure is all mine."

[The REAL Joey]

Taking in all of Sharada's thoughts, the talented psychic seemed to enjoy savouring every bit of information that was willing, and unwillingly passed her way. Once again contrary to her appearance, Hypnotica was something of a gossip and arguably the worst kind given she could pry a person's mind and uncover all of their deepest, darkest secrets. Given that they had just got on the subject of males, it was no surprise a gossip such as Hypnotica was taken with Joe herself. "He is bit of a diamond in the rough, isn't he? That wild grin, his ragged appearance and rough and ready attitude... I'd say i'm not envious but that'd be an outright lie. Not as if you would be able to tell not being a psychic..." Making a small shrug, she pressed on. "I sense given your reason here, that a lot of it is to do with this knight on a shining bike. Sweet." As subject of conversation went from one end to the other, Hypnotica felt chills go down her back and somehow visibly alter the way her words came across in Sharada's mind. "That man... Horrible. Horrible past. Thinking about it now... The very remembrance of it claws at my mind. So cold... I have noticed he acts that way with people but truthfully? He's like that to the bone. I'm not even sure he is human... I tried pushing further but that... Monster was all his mind would let slip. Its as if he thinks of it with every waking moment."

Deciding to depart from talk of Tobias, Hypnotica very clearly had come across something in Tobias' mind that put even a talented psychic such as her on the defensive. With Sharada deciding on whether she would agree, disagree or even have much say in the matter, Hypnotica laughed as she received her decision. "Perfect. Knowing I have a willing accomplice in this seedy mob... It makes things seem a whole lot smoother now. I daren't say much about what my requirements will detail but rest assured, hopefully it will mean we both gain something out of this." Although her presence was a mere voice, the radiance of her smile could be amazingly felt through her telepathic waves. "Perhaps in time I will reveal more about myself. But for now..." Trailing off, it was perhaps an attempt to make Sharada aware of where she was. "You're at your destination." Starting to keep her telepathic messages curt, she had one passing message for Sharada. "Be careful. The person you are about to meet up ahead is a dangerous threat. Be on guard." The feeling of a presence within Sharada's mind dropping, it meant she was now left with the cold social interaction of Tobias.

Staring directly at her as they stood directly before the corridor, Tobias raised an incredulous eyebrow as his glaring eye bored at her. "You were spacing out." Shaking his head, he turned as they began walking down the corridor. "Now is not the time for daydreams." Having stuffed away his notepad and pen, Tobias proceeded along, eventually stopping at the end of the corridor as a loud mixture of noise, sweat and energy was enough to physically stagger anyone reaching the next location of the area base. All except Tobias who appeared undaunted as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up with the aid of Prometheus' mastery over the flame. His smoke rising to the top of the large warehouse like room, it was clear that although the large confines were allotted to storing all sorts of items from equipment, uniform, contraband and trade that there was something far more active bought to the fore. A huge circle of grunts were boisterously cheering as a heavy light flooding down into the centre of the man made ring gave appearance to an incredible sight. Standing monstrously tall, a masked topless male sporting only combat boots and camouflage trousers was menacingly pacing up and around the gauntlet.

"COME ON YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOTS! LET'S SEE WHAT YOU PUNY LOSERS HAVE GOT AGAINST THIS! BIG GUNS GARCIAN!" Flexing his muscles, an incredible array of bulk became apparent, as did the number of his veins nearly bursting at the strain. This man was a tower of pure strength. "Hmph... Such vulgar display of brutality. That steroid hulk is none other than Garcian..." Noted Tobias with a mumble as his cigarette hung half way out of his lips. "Don't go near him if you value your spine." Folding his arms, Tobias was actually bothering to stand as a spectator before the unfolding carnage. Hobbling forward was a rather meek grunt who spoke into the microphone. "A-A-And so... D-Do we have a-any c-c-c-challengers? A-A-Anyone?" A sudden outburst of raucous noise and a number of rather muscled and nasty looking Rockets stood forward. "PAH! YOU THINK YOU'LL EVEN LAST A SECOND? RRREEEEYEEAAAAAARRRRRGH! GONNA! ROCK! YOU! HARD!" Smashing at his own chest, it was truly like watching a gorilla following an overdose of steroids. Trembling at the sight of all these heavy contenders, the announcer looked around feebly until a red laser sight began to hover over his forehead. "Now that is a worthless maggot..." A sudden masculine but at the same time feminine voice spoke. Squeezing the trigger, the sound of a loud gun firing off causing the rowdy crowd to settle in surprise.

Blowing off the smoke from the trigger while the body slumped to the floor, it appeared that someone wasn't happy with the way proceedings were going. "Lesson I learnt early on. Never send a man to do any job. Thanks for the reminder you cadaver." Holstering her magnum within the large war coat she was wearing, the figure came out of the shadows from her seat and moved forward into the centre of the debacle, not so much afraid nor apprehensive about getting near so many dangerous looking ilk. A large cigar planted firmly in her mouth and a proud way of walking, it was impossible to mistake this woman for just any Rocket mobster. Her fine dress suit and impeccable presence could have penned her as the very head of the mob. "Alllllllllright you degenerate lot! Let's see the colour of your money! I wanna see a nice lining of bets for who YOU think is gonna come out victorious." Holding the mic with a natural flair of showmanship, the woman began looking around. With her front now facing Sharada, it was somewhat unsettling to see the visible burn marks dotted all over her face. As her eyes carefully scanned around while a number of subordinate grunts collected money from people within the ring, the woman seemed to take notice of Tobias and Sharada. "YOU THERE! Yes you! Let's see which of these bonecrushers you fancy a winner!" Putting Sharada on the spotlight, it felt as if every eye in the warehouse section was watching her.

[Morrigan]

A hand absent mindedly being placed on her forehead, the brunette looked down with an uncomfortable look plastered across her face. Although she was pleasantly surprised at the introduction of a fellow double agent and a potential, trustworthy partner just across the corridor from her own squadron, she still couldn't shake the inkling of uncertainty. Maybe she just wasn't used to relying on others, being surrounded by filthy Rockets amplifying this distrust. Still, she couldn't hide the feeling of relief at the same time, the only thing she didn't really like was knowing the woman most likely knew every little detail about Sharada right now. Immediately getting defensive in her own way as the conversation remained on Joe, she could pick up on the hint of interest in her tone. Teeth clenched and eyes glaring with a look able to kill at the floor, she tried to keep her thoughts under control. "Gnk.. Don't get too attached. Joe means a lot to me, I'm prepared to do anything to ensure his safety and to make sure he doesn't get involved with this mob by any means necessary." Her mind lingering with more threatening thoughts of wanting to tell her to back off, she was instead given a smidgen of what lurked in Tobias' mind. Hand finally falling back down to her side, the puzzled female gave him a swift glance. All too used to his personality, she was a little surprised at the change of Hypnotica. Eyebrows frowning, she took in the words of the female, "A Monster?... I get weird vibes from him but surely it couldn't be that bad. No... No, you must have first hand experience. I dont think I'd want to see it afterall, his mind that is."

Almost feeling a shudder of cold herself, Sharada's hand rummaged around her small pouch as if looking for something, yet her mind was more focused on the words of Hypnotica and this contract like relationship they now had. "Yes, the feeling is mutual. Forgive any uncertainty in my head, also. I'll wait for these requirements and do my best to fulfil them when the time comes. I tend to never break a promise." Suddenly looking up as she was warned about someone whom she was meeting next, her eyes fell upon the door which was most likely leading into the storage room. Dropping her head once again before Tobias turned, her eyes slyly slide to the side, "Thanks for the warning. I'll keep on my toes." Parting her lips as if she was actually about to speak the words 'Thank You', it was far too late as the gothic Rocket had disappeared and would've looked strange, regardless. Pausing as she realised Tobias' footsteps had stopped, she wearily looked up to him, a obvious change in her personality. A lot more guarded in posture, her eyes thinned, "A-Ahh... Sorry. I was just... Thinking." Face saddening, she turned away from him, finally finding her packet of cigarettes and pulling one from the packet. Slipping it into her lips and lighting it up with a flick of her lighter, she gave a quick glance with her eyes only to see Tobias shaking his head. "What? Let's just hurry this up, ok?"

Calming on this intake of smoke, she blew it out calmly as Tobias led her into the room. Yet what she saw, let alone the atmosphere, wasn't something the brunette was expecting. Frowning deeply whilst huffing and puffing on her cigarette, it appeared she had just walked into a wrestling ring of some kind. Remaining silent, it wasn't more the fact that she was now surrounded by imposing Rockets but more of the fact that this was supposed to be the Storage Room. She was sure Royce wouldn't be happy if he found out she was going to now be wasting time watching a match of some kind. For many small girls like her it would've probably been a terrifying and nerve racking experience, also. But having grown up around buff sailors and the like, this wasn't all that scary to her either. If anything, it was a little comforting to be around... In the oddest sense. Following Tobias in deeper, Sharada finally shot him an unimpressed glare, "And what is this, exactly? I'm not fighting for these batteries.." But then, it hit her like a tonne of bricks. Her undying love for Joe was a tie which could never be severed but the sight of a ridiculously muscled man stomping around the main ring and shouting with such vigour to his voice... He was the exact type of man she would adore and fall head over heels for, if she didn't know the lovely Joe.

Heart fluttering way more than it needed to be, Sharada felt the cigarette tumble right over her agape lips. Learning the males name from both his yells and a grumble from Tobias. For all Sharada could care, the eye patch man could just walk away and leave her right now. Hands clamping together and eyes sparkling, she purred the name, "Garcian~" Now she was in a dream like state if she wasn't earlier. Cheeks blushing wildly as some challengers stepped forward, only to be brushed to one side as if they were nothing with his words alone. Only something did managed to snap the brunette out of her temporary fantasy, the sound of gun fire. Taking a single step back and lingering at Tobias' side, she flinched, "W-What the heck?!" The kill was swiftly followed by a voice, a powerful one at that. Wearing a look of puzzlement, her eyes fixated on the lone female figure who was striding toward the ring, a real woman of strength. Watching with awe as she took to the stage and controlled the crowd so easily, it wasn't until the woman actually faced Sharada herself that she was overcome with the feeling of pure dread and fear. Was this the person Hypnotica warned her about? Eyes glancing from one side to the other, she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, way too many pairs of eyes now staring into her direction. "Tobias. I think she is talking to you." The brunette muttered fearfully, knowing fully well that the spotlight was actually on the female, herself. Sighing, she grabbed herself a second cigarette, speaking before slipping it into her lips. "Who I fancy, hm?" Eyes focusing on the man which was Garcian, she smiled sweetly and merely pointed her fingers past the female and on the masculine figure, "Him." Finally putting it into her lips and striking it up, she blew out the fumes and grinned, purring his name once more, "Garcian~" Hand slipping into her dress as a Grunt waltzed up to her as if to collect her debt, she swore in the back of her mind at Tobias for dragging her here in the first place. Nevertheless, she handed the man some of the notes she had on her, it was somewhat worth it since she was able to see such a muscled man fight.

[The REAL Joey]

As the sea of grunts began issuing their bets, the lackeys under the woman's control returned to her with a senseless amount of money. As she began counting through it, she pocketed it away and bought out her microphone once more. "Seems like quite a few people here are doubting Mr.Garcian. Let's. Geeeeeeet. Iiiiiiiiiiiiit. Oooooooooon!" Throwing the mic away, she moved back from whence she came as the ring closed after her departure. Now sitting back in her chair with the cigar still smoking profusely, it appeared that she was going to be enjoying the match. "I love it when a whole score of grunts get enlisted... Each of 'em just as dumb as the ones before thinking that Garcian is a joke. Just makes me all that much richer." Her voice finishing, Tobias took the cigarette out of his mouth and made a rather curt observation of the soon to be match. "We shall collect your batteries soon. These feuds do not last longer than 3 minutes." His voice ending, a sudden bell began to ring, alerting the fighters to the match starting.

Standing tall as he continued to flex and pump his muscles, the indomitable figure known as Garcian was truly getting pumped for the fight. The other five grunts that had dared to enter the ring, not so much. Although there were two or so of them who were warming themselves up while one had even unzipped the top of their jumpsuit. Nevertheless, nothing could quite prepare for what would happen next. The cockier of the grunts who sported some large muscles himself stormed forward as Garcian did the same. Raising his fist and throwing a megaton of a punch, Garcian merely grabbed it with the palm of his hand and laughed. "GOTTA DO BETTER THAN THAT PIPSQUEAK. HOOOOORRRRAAAAAAH!" Channelling all of his power, the man made a disgusting injury in the form of breaking the man's wrist to the side. As the grunt moved over to the side to try and cope with the pain, Garcian laughed out loud. "I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO DUST." Bellowing with his mighty voice, the masked wrestler didn't see a sneaky grunt come up behind him. Holding a steel pipe, the grunt let out a vicious strike to his back, only dealing barely any damage. "WHAT?! YOU TRIED TO SNEAK ME FROM BEHIND?! COWARD." Grabbing the man's arm, he span him around with incredible velocity but as he did, the wrestler launched a punch in the opposite way the grunt was spinning, causing the fist to connect with his jaw and make a sickening crack.

"COME ON YOU PENCILNECKED PUSSIES." Quaking forward, two of the grunts who had been taking it easy nervously looked to one another and appeared to have made a temporary alliance to take out this monster of muscle. "HAH! YOU BOTH WILL FALL!" Leaning forward with a thrust, his arms managed to bypass the guard of the grunts as they reached their destination at their necks. Using his unrivalled upper body muscle, he lifted them both high into the air and dangled them all the while choking them silly. "I FACED POLICE MORE TOUGHER THAN YOU. RARGH. RARGH." Yelling out as he thrust each of the choking grunts forward, he landed them on the concrete floor with a horrible sounding slam. Last but not least was a final grunt who was looking around in trepidation. "JUST ONE LITTLE ITSY BITSY CRUMB TO GO. I'LL MAKE IT QUICK." Heading on over, the panic in the grunt's eye was clear as day. "ALRIGHT! HAHAHA! YOU GET A FREE SHOT! LET'S HAVE IT BONE PICK!" Standing his ground with a maniacal grin on his face, the man known as Garcian awaited a hit. Feeling that he had no choice lest he get shot by the organiser woman, the man gulped and with the most stupidest action ever conceived, thrust his leg up with a kick to the man's privates. Flinching ever so slightly as the impact was received, Garcian let out a grumble before cracking his neck from side to side and then proceeding to his knuckles. "BIG MISTAKE, BUB."

Delivering a haymaker to the grunt's stomach, Garcian revolved around him with almost instantaneous like agility. The next thing the crowd could see was Garcian firmly gripping the grunt behind his beck with a secure hold around the soon to be punished's stomach. "WHEN I'M DONE WITH YOU, THEY'RE GONNA NEED A BUCKET TO MOP YOU UP BECAUSE I'M GONNA BREAK YOU DEAD! LET THE ROCK OFF BEGIN!" Heaving up with all his might, the man used his skills to pull out an incredible suplex. But it didn't stop there. As soon as he did, his body coiled into a flip and began the process anew. A two part suplex was impressive and not to mention bludgeoning to the poor soul who had wrongly kicked him in the crown jewels. But it didn't stop there. In fact, it had only just begun. Lifting and flipping over and over and over, it wasn't until the tenth or so flip that it started to become impossible to keep track any further. By then, Garcian had gone into such a berserker frenzy that he was pulling off these manoeuvres in a blink of an eye. By the time he was done, it almost appeared as if the grunt no longer had a head left.

Staggering to his feet, the behemoth pumped his fists to the crowd as he began to pop even more blood vessels with his brutal triumph. "STILL. THE. BEST." As he began gurning with his rampant outbursts, the female stepped up from her seat and began speaking into a microphone. "Looks like quite a few people screwed up and as such... You won't be getting any returns on your bets. Until next time ladies and gentlemen... I also hope you know who to bet for next." A unison of groans and boos began to sound out but was quickly followed by a dispersion of the crowd out of the warehouse like storage. Minutes later, all that was left was Tobias, Sharada, Garcian and the mystery woman. "OH LOOK, ITS POP EYE PIRATE." Roared Garcian as he spied Tobias leaning against the wall. "Its Pop Up Pirate you Neanderthalic relic. And even then, its Tobias." Quizzing his eyes through his mask, Garcian didn't quite get the long word Tobias had used but chalked it up to nothing. "Enough, i'm here on Harman's business." Bursting into a cackle, the masked wrestler boomed. "HAHAHA. HAAAAAARRRRRMAAAAAAAAAN! WELL KNOCK YOURSELF OUT." Moving out of the way, he proceeded to one end of the storage depot and began sorting out his belongings. Rolling his eye while rubbing his ear consolingly, Tobias was hardly saddened by Garcian being out of the way.

Instead, he stood forward and mumbled in his gravely tone to the woman. "Lucretia. The cell batteries." Looking up as she was going through counting her money, the woman gave him a sassy retort. "Shuddit. I'm busy counting... Haha... Those suckers." Eventually going through the bundle of cash, she pocketed a load but kept some out before throwing it to Sharada's feet. "There. You obviously ain't no dumb grunt." Readjusting the cigar in her mouth, she gritted in between her teeth and looked to Tobias. "Cell batteries eh? The one's Coyote and Garc made off with last mission? Alright." Pulling out an organiser from her large coat pocket, she began to make some notes. "Hmmm... That's... Ah... So that Johnson ***** is commandeering these? Peh, can't say I like it..." Hitting the verified button with her thumb moodily, she placed the organiser away before thumbing the direction of them. "Your batteries are that way in the crates. Go and sort 'em out Toby." Glaring at her, he snarled under his breath before heading over that way. Before Sharada could follow, the woman who Tobias had referred to as Lucretia yelled out to Sharada with a deeply authoritative tone. "Oi you! Fight's over, go off and do mopping the floors or whatever it is." Pausing, she gave her a slightly snarky look before blowing out an exasperated puff of air. "You never seen a gal with a few scars before or what? Sheesh."

[Morrigan]

Subconsciously taking a step closer to Tobias as the scarred woman threw down the microphone and exited from the ring, Sharada appeared a bit more on edge now that the fight was starting. The men's appearance's didn't bother her but these guys were Rockets, she needed to expect a few breaking bones and blood splatters from here on. Turning to face Tobias as he suddenly spoke, she turned her head to blow her smoke away from him before replying, "You're saying this is a regular thing? Bloody heck, you lot really are insane." Both her eyes and words trailed off as she turned back to observe the fight aswell. Having met what she guessed was the majority of this team, she could now clearly understand the words of warning from her own squadron. Perking up as the bell began to ting, Sharada braced herself for a bloody mess to soon be stirred up.

Cigarette in hand to keep her calm, it was hardly even ten seconds until the first grunt fell into the hands of Garcian. Literally. Eyes flinching at the sound of his wrist snapping, the brunette grumbled under he breath, smoke escaping from her curled lips. Listening to his booming voice, a steel pipe sounded as it struck his back, Sharada's fist clenching angrily, "What a pathetic little.." Fear seemingly subsiding at the grunt cowardly hit, Sharada had took a step forward, eyes glaring. If she could, she would give that Rocket a good bashing too. Luckily Garcian was on the case instead, his awe inspiring moves bringing stars to Sharada's eyes, an energetic cheer escaping her lips as the pipe using grunt was sent packing with a broken jaw. Taking another dreg from her cigarette, she actually let out a cackle of a laugh as two grunts stomped towards the towering beast of a man. "Haaah? This'll be interesting.." Pumping Sharada up that little bit more as he merely lifted the duo with either hand, she really took the part of the crowd as she let out an even louder cheer. With only one man left of which was able to make the first hit, Sharada's face cringed up at where he bravely decided to strike, a pained "Ooooooh.." leaving her lips.

But then, everything went silent, on her part anyway. Almost dropping her cigarette to the floor as Garcian began an insane series of suplex's. Eyes trying to keep up with his speedy movements, Sharada felt her torso lean forward and both eyes and mouth opening wider in amazement, the amount of blood and sight of the smashed in skull hadn't yet sunk in. No, she was too engrossed in how spectacular this large man and his wrestling skills were. Hands holding her cheeks, a cheer of pure glee echoed throughout the warehouse as he stood in the centre of the ring as the victor, posing and yelling out himself. Quite enjoying his little victorious moment, her enthusiasm died down as the scarred woman stepped back on stage, the crowd around her booing angrily as a majority lost their wads of betting cash. Coughing as if to hide the fact she was most likely the one making the majority of the noise in the warehouse, Sharada brushed herself down and lit up another cigarette, looking cautiously over to Tobias incase he was giving her one of his infamous cold looks.

Suddenly, the sound of Garcian's booming voice hit Sharada front on, her eyes turning to face him only to see that he too was looking in their direction. Seemingly ignoring Sharada and shouting over to Tobias, she held out an outstretched hand upon seeing him walking away, her words failing her from being able to introduce herself in time. Sighing irritatedly from being unable to talk to the one Rocket she might've enjoyed standing with, she was instead left with the complete opposite. Not quite turning fully, Sharada focused her eyes on the strong, scared woman as she conversed with Tobias but not before throwing some notes to the floor. Grunting with a slight raise in her top lip, Sharada knelt down to pick up her winnings, pretending to count through it whilst listening to the words of this Lucretia. Hearing the footsteps of Tobias wander off towards this so called crate containing the batteries she was here to collect, Sharada took a lone step forward to try and offer him some assistance, until a booming order was sent her way.

Eyebrow cocking angrily, Sharada straightened herself up and finally took a better look at the woman before her. "Mopping the floors? Are you serious? You'll be disappointed if you think I'm here to do that." Looking past her scars and over her shoulder, Sharada pointed a finger over at Tobias, "Harman asked Tobias over there to lead me to the storage hold, I'm here to collect the cell batteries for Royce." Trailing off, she shrugged her shoulders loosely and smiled, "So as much as I'd love to clean up, I'm a little too busy for lackey jobs like that."

[The REAL Joey]

Shifting her head backwards to the side as Sharada replied back, her mouth slightly ajar with a look of surprise at being back chatted at, the woman steeled herself as she clacked forward on her heels, holding her cigar out delicately in her right hand. Stopping just before her, the woman was impressively tall for her gender. Opening up her mouth, she blew forth a heavy cloud of smoke from her cigar and wasted no time to see if it flustered Sharada or not. "Listen, grunt. You're exactly that. I don't see no markings or ranks to peg you as anything higher." Chomping down on her cigar, she spoke through near gritted teeth. "So until you crawl your way out of the current rank you're in, I don't want to hear squat. Bet'cha didn't know grunts can earn a lotta prestige mopping up." Her face did fall as she heard that certain man's name again. "You're with Royce's lot, eh? Figures you'd be so brash and outspoken. That man is the worst... Well. Don't overstay your welcome. I don't know what you guys would need with so many cell batteries but it had better be something of benefit to my business clients. Its a hard job being a female business player and every male pig is out to see you dead." Inhaling her cigar calmly as she dominated over another dreg of it, the woman appeared to delve more into her life. However, it wasn't quite in the way a person would normally converse with another.

Her way of speech was very much centred to herself and that Sharada's presence was like a mere fly basking in her words. "That Harman can go die in a ditch too. About time someone handed him his pension and kicked him on outta here. This squadron's a mess but with someone like me taking the helm. Hah." Running a hand to her forehead as she comforted its strain, she took a turn and looked at all the warehouse shelves allocated around them all. "More industry sabotage to initiate tonight, got an executive board meeting with some business clients, then I have to look into buying out some more companies... All this so that Team Rocket can operate with all these fronts." Looking up, her disarming eyes staring at Sharada, she made a small chuckle as she limped her wrist with the cigar in it. "That make up you're wearing? Foundation? Concealer. That's all made by a company who fronts for Team Rocket. All those beauty whores and trashy models are footing some of our operations." Finishing her cigar and dropping the rest to the floor, she stamped down with her heel and snuffed it out thoroughly. "Little consequence to a grunt such as yourself. Well Ms.Lackey remember what I said about mopping up and gaining prestige. Might even get a nice little bonus from me depending on how well you dispose of that man I gunned down. Ta ta." Clacking off with her heels, she made it to the exit, clearly going from venture to the next. For Lucretia, business was her life.

As her heels died down, the sound of some grunting could be heard down one of the corridors. Given how ferocious Garcian had sounded, it seemed impossible that a man such as he would be struggling with such crates. Instead, on closer inspection, it appeared Tobias was having difficulty. Noticing Sharada, he stood up and straightened out his tie. "Go and fetch that steroid freak. He'll be able to carry these no problem. I see no reason as to why I should waste my time on such a lackey task." Mumbled Tobias, resorting to a cigarette and lighting it up with his lighter. Usually Prometheus would perform such an action but the little monkey was ardently trying to shove the crate along on the other side of it.

[Morrigan]

Snappy and a bit arrogant in her use of wording, Sharada knew it would probably come back to bite her much quicker than expected. The words of Hypnotica running back through her mind, there was no doubt that this was the woman she had been warned about. She was beautiful, even with the horrific scar scorned down the side of her face. Locks of flowing blonde hair and a striking maroon suit oozing with power and sophistication. This, Lucretia, almost reminded her of a female Tobias. Sharada was clearly going to be ripped into by the woman but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a shred of respect would be formed. Cold eyes frowning up to the tall, feminine figure, the brunette couldn't help but flinch slightly as a cloud of smoke was blown into her face, delicate features creasing up some. People seemed to like teasing her in such a way. Bob, Tobias, Royce and now even this woman. The fact she now smoked herself made it a little more bearable than before but it still irked some anger into her.

Wafting away the smoke from her face with a few weak and uncaring sways of her hand, the girl bit her tongue. "Hmph. Mr. Johnson clearly isn't the most liked person in this squadron... Shame. He should get the utmost respect." Trailing off as Lucretia continued further, Sharada's frowning expression waded a little upon learning what was more than likely her skill in this organization. "A business woman... I see. Well, as a mere grunt I couldn't tell you why the batteries are needed but rest assured. Whatever Royce has planned, they'll be put to good use. As long as Porky isn't getting an extra fridge..." Her voice and eyes trailing off to the side as her mumblings became barely audible, she was surprised when someone other than Tobias spoke out so openly over taking over the seat of Harman. Although a Rocket, he was a character, one which she imagined would be widely respected but in this squad, clearly not. "Hmm. I suppose I wouldn't say no to more strong, female leaderships." Sharada replied back thoughtfully, a hand touching the tip of her chin as she really pondered about not caring. If anything, this woman would be a potentially tricky opponent to overturn when the time for taking down Team Rocket would come.

A sudden glare cutting Sharada off from her own thoughts, she flinched back, clearly caught off guard. Staring right back in the eyes of Lucretia as she stated a few make up products she was indeed wearing, she couldn't help but smile a little. "Is that so? Perhaps next time I go shopping, I'll use my status in the team for a discount." Ending on her sarcastic note, Sharada atleast felt a little better after that brief moment of speaking. Of course she wasn't going to mop up but she was good at being a fake lap dog. Straightening up into salute, the brunette grinned slyly, "Consider your words understood." Hand faltering at the clicking of her heels, Sharada watched her back as she waltzed away, breathing out heavily when she had finally gone. "Flipping... Everyone here really is crazy... I'll need to listen to Porky more often. Eh?" Looking around at the sound of grunting, Sharada didn't really have to explore very far when she spotted a rather flustered Tobias. Eyes widening, she quickly approached him, looking at the mighty crate Royce expected her to get back to their base.

A hand pushing the side to test it's weight, she pouted her lips angrily, "Just how would they expect me to--?! Urgh, nevermind." Taking a step back and folding her arms tightly, her pout was quick to turn towards Tobias who brought up the word which was really starting to drill into her. Lackey. Looking back, she practically dug and jumped into her own coffin. "Don't you start." She mumbled helplessly, rubbing the back of her head. "But steroid freak? A-As in?" Hiding her beetroot face by suddenly turning on the spot and thrusting her arms straight by her sides, she appeared to be apprehensive at the idea of actually speaking to such a hulk of a man. "B-But, he seems so much f-friendlier with you. Y-You go and talk to him." Trailing off, she grimaced as another uncomfortable bout of silence arose. Sharada had already trailed Tobias around enough and now she was trying his patience. Cheeks still rosey, she turned back to him, wearing a heavier frown than usual, "F-Fine!" She stated, "Sorry for being such a painful thorn in your side... You can return to your desk, if you want." Taking a single step forward, she was still moving incredibly slowly despite agreeing to his suggestion. Moving almost as if she hoped he would just give in a fetch Garcian himself, the look on Tobias' face warned Sharada otherwise.

Much longer than this even needed to be, she soon flung her shoulders like a grumpy teen and turned off. Heading in the opposite direction of Tobias as he guarded the crate, it wasn't long before the sight of Garcian on the other side of the depot caught Sharada's eye. Gulping nervously as she drew closer, her fierce posture slowly began to devolve into something more worried. Shoulders slumped forward and fingers poking together, she quickly came within distance of the man and if she didn't speak her reasons quickly, chances were she would end up like one of the other bloodied pulps scattered around. "Excu-Excuse me!" Sharada tried to speak clearly, her flustered state shining through. "I, er, need some help moving these cell batteries! C-Could I ask for some assistance... Garcian?" Mentioning his name, she took a step back instinctively. Now all she had to do was wait for him to acknowledge her and hopefully walk away with a unbroken back at the end of it all.

[The REAL Joey]

Sharada drawing nearer, Garcian was only half aware of the presence of another in the vicinity. Busily working away at something with a couple of crates of his own, the behemoth like man was busily caught up in his own affairs. Now wearing a black jumper like top, it seemed he had calmed down from his sweaty, gruelling spar earlier in the ring. Lifting his hulking arms up, he beheld what appeared to be none other than a rocket launcher in his arm. Cackling to himself boisterously, the male loaded up a sizeable rocket into the launcher and clinked it over his shoulder as he grinned madly through his luchador mask. "BAHAHAHAHAH. I PUT THE ROCKET IN TEAM ROCKET!" Still as loud and arrogant as ever, he turned on the spot to see where Sharada was standing and pretended to mock fire his launcher as he took aim. "BOOM. POW. BAHAHAHAHA!" Bursting out into a hefty laughter, he strapped the launcher onto his back with a strap as he secured it on. Moving onto another second launcher he had in the crate, he loaded it up the same and strapped it over the previous one, forming a cross like formation of weapons on his back. Given the sheer weight of them, it was amazing his back hadn't broken.

"YEAH. GARCIAN. THAT'S ME. WHAT DOES A STICK INSECT TWIG LIKE YOU WANT WITH THE MIGHTY GARCIAN?!" His voice booming and for all intents and purposes, making the ground shake as it revered his voice, he stomped forward and took a better look at her. "YOU WANT ME TO MOVE SOMETHING?!" Folding his arms and letting out a quake of a laugh, he cocked a grin. Clearly Garcian was used to the lackey grunt work all the other squad members seemed so quick to brush off. "THERE AIN'T NO BULK UNMOVEABLE BY ME." Without even bothering to drop the bazookas on his back, he cracked his neck from side to side as he pumped himself up. "REAAAARGH. RAHAHAHAH." Pausing for a second, it appeared Sharada had taken his eye. "WAIT. YOU REMIND ME OF SOMEONE." Leaning forward, he assessed her lithe frame and seemed deep in thought. Moving behind her, he planted down his colossal hands on her shoulders and placed some tension on them. "YOU ARE JUST LIKE THE LEGENDARY TYPHOON. IMPRESSIVE. NOT MANY WOMEN CAN BOAST THAT." Having had enough talking, Garcian proceeded to relish the chance to do something physical. "WHERE ARE THEY?! BAHAHAHA!" Picking her up around her midriff, he contained Sharada under his arm as he went storming round the corner to where Tobias was still present. Scribbling away at his notebook, he barely even noticed all the noise Garcian was making as he loomed closer. It was only when his Porygon began reacting strangely that Tobias looked up.

Hovering closer to the approaching Garcian, Lateralus appeared up for another staring contest. Sadly, Garcian wasn't. Walking through the Pokemon without so much a care, it was a good thing Lateralus was in its holographic state. "Do you mind where you are going? Honestly, i've met chimps with more intelligence." Letting out a somewhat hurt chimp, Prometheus grumpily looked at Tobias who merely shrugged off his simian's offence. "This is the box... And..." Trailing off, he noticed Sharada still hanging from his grip. Dropping her finally, Garcian bellowed. Placing his hands on his hips, he made a stoic series of laughs at the puny opposition of weight the battery cell crates were offering. "BAH HAH HAH HAH HAH. THIS IS NOTHING. NOTHING!" Wringing his ears at how loud Garcian was, Tobias' face had soured incredibly. This sourness would only continue as the hulking giant lifted up the crate with little to no effort and balanced it haphazardly over his shoulder. "I TRAIN WITH WEIGHTS QUADRUPLE THE WEIGHT OF THESE, PAH." Unimpressed by his overbearing strength, Tobias shook his head. "Yes, yes, yes..." Pushing past, he quickly whispered into Sharada's ear. "Told you he was a steroid freak." Moving on, he lifted up a hand as if to gesture them to follow, Lateralus included. "Time we put this on the transporter." Gripping onto the crate harder, Garcian roared. "HURRY IT UP, MY MUSCLES WILL SAG IF I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING INTENSIVE." Looking down to Sharada, he seemed still intrigued by her form. Had the mountain of muscle seen something in Sharada?

[Morrigan]

Despite her calling out, Sharada had fallen speechless as she seemed to be unheard. Fingers twitching nervously, her expression faltered deeper into a look of nerves, like hell was she going to call out again. Instead, she glanced back over her shoulder, hoping that Tobias would have followed her to lend a helping hand in convincing the masked menace to help them. But she was way out of luck, unable to see a single soul. Taking in a deep breath, she was quick to look back as well as jump about a foot in the air as Garcian burst into a cackle. Eyes enlarging at the sight before her, she couldn't quite believe it. A huge Rocket Launcher sat in his hands, a deadly rocket being slipped into the nozzle. Almost beginning to shiver, another wave of fear shrouded the poor brunette as he turned on the spot. A bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face, she remained completely still at the sight before her. A threatening point from Tobias' pistol was one thing but having a humongous Rocket Launcher aimed to your head was on a different level all together. Flinching her eyes fearfully as he finally spoke out and tacked some laughter on the end, she was almost sure the bulk of muscle was going to pull the trigger. Only peering open a single eye as his footsteps turned to load up a second did she look up once again. But as if one wasn't enough, he didn't two AND all that muscle?!

Horrified yet amazed at the same time, she was taken off guard as Garcian finally decided to speak out to her. Reeling back ever so slightly, not quite used to the sheer power of his booming voice, it took her a moment to actually think up a way of replying to him. Head cowering like a nervous child, he luckily repeated her question and amazingly accepted it. Immediately straightening up, her eyes almost sparkled as her smiling lips replied back to him, "Yes! Those cell batteries? They are for my squad... I... I heard that you were the one who stole them in the first place." Completely forgetting Coyote's involvement in their mission, Sharada was clearly smitten by this Garcian as she looked away shyly, the sight of his muscle starting to become a little too much. Trying to remain calm and collected, Sharada paused at his examination of her, believing that she reminded him of someone. It was only when his hands were planted on her shoulder that she dramatically straightened up, her hair almost standing on end at the feeling of being touched. Wearily looking over her shoulder to the colossal man that stood behind her, she stuttered a, "Who...?" before he once again boomed in and took over her question.

Before she knew it, an arm had wrapped around her waist and she could feel herself being lifted off the ground. Dangling helplessly from his grasp, the brunette blinked blankly before realisation hit her. Blushing profusely, she waved her arms in front of her, "W-wo-woah there! Haha! I can walk mysel-fff!" Shrieking as he moved into a dash, the girl flinched as the duo made their way towards Tobias once more. However, there was a little obstacle to cross through first. Noticing Garcian had slowed down, she figured he would have seen the inquisitive Porygon, but clearly this man was all muscle and no brains. Gasping subtly as the holographic image of Lateralus flickered manically from being stepped through, she couldn't quite look back to see if it was alright. Instead, still hanging from the grip of Garcian's arm, she glared up at Tobias before being rather abruptly dropped to the floor. Landing to her knees with a bit of a bang, she felt shivers dash up her spine as the coldness hit her shortly after the flicker of pain.

Grumbling inaudibly to herself, the brunette staggered back to her feet, torso slightly lent forward as she took a limped step away from the duo, rubbing her forearm comfortingly. All the while Garcian's bellowing laughter echoed through her eardrum. Sighing, she attempted to straighten her back, turning only to see him holding the box of batteries on a single shoulder as though they were nothing. Somewhat taken aback, her stare of awe was almost too apparent, the hushed whisper from Tobias not really being enough to draw her out of the gaze. Hearing the tapping of his shoes as the eye patched male waltzed off, the brunette shook her twin tails rapidly. "R-Right!" A bit slow off the mark, she was about to turn and rush off after Tobias but it wasn't so simple. He was loud and a bit simple but... She didn't mind. His appearance wasn't all that scary, especially growing up around all the sailors back in Hoenn. If anything, she was wondering what he had meant earlier. "E-Erm!" Ignoring Tobias' request to follow for now, she instead took a step in front of Garcian, looking up at him expectantly. "Earlier, you mentioned someone, the Legendary Typhoon? And I'm like them?" Clenching her hands into fists, she took on an air of seriousness, her stuttering and blushing fading. "Then, will you tell me about this person? Maybe... Maybe I can be like them, too!" Not quite getting to the point, Sharada fell quiet for now, her eyes staring with enthusiasm directly at Garcian.

[The REAL Joey]

Making a boom of a grunt, he begrudgingly watched as Tobias fiddled with the cargo transporter. Each department in the extensive underground HQ of Team Rocket was equipped with such a feature as it had become necessary given how sprawling the Rocket's nefarious spread of Goldenrod's underground had become. As opposed to simply moving it through typical means, the distance between some of the squad lairs had become nigh impossible and these technological necessities were just the answer. Deciding to ignore Tobias, Garcian turned his attention back to Sharada. Usually most grunts failed to keep his attention but he had certainly seen the girl's potential and was determined to exploit it. Hoping to enthral her in with his heroics, he recalled the escapade of stealing an entire factory's cell batteries. "PAH. STEALING THESE PUNY BATTERIES WAS LIKE CRUSHING A FEEBLE MAN BETWEEN MY FINGERS. I SIMPLY FIRED OFF SEVERAL ROCKETS, BREACHING THEIR PERIMETER. THEN I DEALT WITH EACH AND EVERY HERO THAT DARED FIGHT. MY WHAT A GLORIOUS DAY. GORE STREWN BODIES, HUMAN AND POKEMON ALIKE, SCATTERED OVER THE FACTORY FLOOR LIKE A MAJESTIC ARTFORM BEFORE ME." His grin overbearing through his mask, it was clear the man was psychotic. Not just any psychotic, this type of mental aggressor was one who could carry out his twisted mind's desires through the sheer dominating force of his muscles. "I SABOTAGED THEIR PRODUCTION, ANOTHER FEW ROCKETS AND MADE MY WAY OUT ONLY TO BE STOPPED BY THE POLICE." His muscles reacting as they bulged in a sickening manner, he recalled with great delight over how he dealt with them. "I RIPPED THE MAN'S SPINE FROM HIS BACK AND BEAT HIM BLACK AND BLUE WITH IT, HAHAHAHA." Somehow, it didn't seem as if the behemoth menace was joking. But at the same time, the hulk had conveniently forgot to remember the part where Coyote proved equally instrumental in the heist.

Hoping to have impressed her enough, Garcian was all the more contented that it was Sharada who bought back up this Typhoon woman. He was going to impose the conversation on that small detail once more but it seemed his work was cut out for him. "THE GREAT AND LEGENDARY TYPHOON WAS MY MENTOR. TAKING ME IN OFF THE CRUEL STREETS AS A CHILD, SHE HONED MY BODY, MIND AND SOUL TO BECOME THE TITAN I AM TODAY." Flexing his muscles about with an air of showboating about him, he was surprisingly quick to hurry back onto the subject of his mentor. "IN HER DAY, SHE WAS A LEGENDARY WRESTLER. COMPETING AGAINST EVEN MEN, THERE WAS NONE WHO COULD STOP HER. HER SUPLEXES? THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY GOD INCARNATE. THE FLURRYING FURY OF HER KICKS? LIKE A VENGEFUL LASHING OF PAIN EMBODIED. AND THE WEIGHT OF HER PUNCHES... HAMMERS RAINING DOWN FROM THE HEIGHTS ABOVE." Grinning still in his remembrance, Garcian pointed to her with great vigour about him. "AND YOU! ALMOST THE SPITTING IMAGE OF HER. AS IF YOU HAD BEEN REINCARNATED. I SENSE YOU HAVE INCREDIBLE POTENTIAL." Folding his arms he nodded. "SHOULD YOU TIRE OF THAT SQUAD OF YOURS, YOU SHOULD CONSIDER ALLOWING ME TO MENTOR YOU IN TURN." Unbeknownst to Sharada and near enough everyone, Garcian had a pressing need to find himself a protege. He may have been a brute, a merciless and fiendish pain dealing behemoth of a monster but if there was one thing he held dear, above all else, it was the preservation of his mentor's fighting style. As the transporter finally whirred into action, Tobias turned and cut in. "Your services are no longer required, Garcian." Shooting him a glare, it was perhaps stupidity or an indomitable sense of courage that Tobias displayed before the hulking monster.

Looking down at him, it really put into perspective how monstrously huge he was. Tobias was by no means short in height and even he was dwarfed by the masked menace. "WHATEVER YOU SAY, LITTLE TOBY." Leaning back with his arms still folded, he gave the eyepatched criminal a good, hard stare back before letting his muscled arms fall to his side. Walking back from whence he came, he gave a knowing look to Sharada. As he passed by, a number of rather new looking grunts cowered in their boots as they almost made the mistake of walking into him. Disappearing out of sight as he exited into the storage sector, Tobias flagrantly let out a bemused mumble. "Hmph... The brute has taken a shine to you. I'm surprised you're not broken in two like all his other toys." Turning back to the console, Tobias read Sharada's stationed address out loud to be sure. "Area 18. Section C." Without even bothering to acknowledge her approval, Tobias hit submit and with that, the transporter moved off with the large number of cell batteries as its cargo. Looking back to her, the dishevelled male addressed Sharada wearily. "I have other matters to attend to. This Porygon prototype is near perfect. A few lines of code and some upgrade disks should come in handy once i've done some field tests..." Rambling longer than usual, it appeared lack of sleep was really doing a number on him. Lost as he thought through his mental notes, he was disturbed by the sound of a screeching growl. Turning his attention, Tobias' single eye could have almost fired a laser due to how fierce it glanced. "QUIET YOU!" He roared. Becoming angrier, the contents of the cage rattled it back and forth as it retorted back. "Prometheus." Looking to the ape on his shoulder, the fiery simian had a devilish look on his face as he stuck his hand forward, his fingers shaped like that of a gun and a small burst of fire about ready to shoot off. It appeared that the creature in the cage was none other than a truly aggrieved Mankey.

[Morrigan]

Glancing over her shoulder momentarily as Tobias booted up the transportation device, she was somewhat relieved that she didn't actually have to wheel this crate over to her squad by hand. The fact Royce had sent her into the group blindly still lingered at the back of her mind. She had to completely agree with him, they were mostly freaks. If it wasn't for Tobias, she would've been spat straight back out of the doors, for the fact of being in Royce's squad alone. But this Garcian, he was different. A huge, disturbing brute with his mind full of nothing but violence, yet he seemed to be rather chatty with her. Flicking her brunette locks back around, her lively eyes glanced upward as he continued his story. There was a chance she could get close with this one and having someone like him on her side didn't sound like a bad idea. Plus she had found it odd up until now that Hypnotica was surely warning her about Lucretia earlier, yet mentioned nothing about Garcian. Perhaps she could sense this budding apprenticeship? Trying not to sway too far from his story by drowning in her own thoughts, Sharada caught the tail end, corners of her lips curling into a fake smile to stroke his ego. "You are so strong Garcian. You really do put the Rocket in Team Rocket!" Tilting her head to the side, her smile faltered slightly at the idea of beating someone with their own spine but quickly grew large again as she noticed his imposing grin looming over her.

Thankfully the conversation was quick to change from his bloody heist to a name she had heard early. Truthfully, she wasn't sure how he would take her feeblekeeblelol question, if it was a sensitive subject she too could feel what it would be like to be bludgeoned with her own spine. Flinching her eyes ever so slightly, he seemed... Pleased. This time listening with genuine interest, her tense expression loosened as he described a powerful female wrestler who was indeed his deceased tutor. Tightening her fingertips into the palm of her hand, Sharada placed a foot closer to Garcian, "You mean, someone as small as me, trained up someone as huge as you?.." Not quite believing it at first, she still couldn't help but smile at the thought. "The Legendary Typhoon... It would've been an honour to meet her. She sounds incredible, I doubt I could ever come close to being strong like her." Yet as she spoke, a rather forceful finger was thrust toward her, belonging to the brute himself. Staring back up, it was hard to believe he had really seen potential in her. Sharada was small, not an ounce of muscle on her. Sure she was light and could possibly dodge a punch or two from an amateur but that was the extent of her ability. She hadn't fought before, only watched the sailor scraps back home and the odd TV show. A finger scratching at her cheek gently, she replied, "Mentor? Me? Would it not be a hassle? I mean, you are so strong, you must be constantly on missions and just busy--"

Unfortunately, Sharada's chat with her new found acquaintance was now at it's end as a rather blunt Tobias stepped in. Gritting her teeth, Sharada looked away from Garcian and glared at the floor. Single fist shaking slightly, she heard the two exchange words before catching the masked man's glance once more before his heavy footing echoed throughout the room, leaving the pair alone. Oddly enough, the brunette was actually considering Garcian's offer. Usually one to tease and poke at Tobias, it was her this time to give him the cold shoulder, back turned to him as he spoke out to her. "D-Dammit... Having someone like him back me up would be perfect as long as Hypnotica doesn't dob me in. But, I trust her.. I think. No, surely I would be swarmed with Rockets by now if she wanted me gone. I need to think about this. But... can I really become strong if I said yes?" Having an oversized bodyguard clearly not being the only reason to accept the Rocket's offer, she rubbed her forehead with the palm of her head, clearly puzzled at what to do. For now, her job was done and it was time to head back to Royce.

Clearing her mind, she turned back to Tobias, who was surprisingly still standing around. Facing him fully, she could tell from his behaviour that something wasn't right. Hypnotica had warned her of how dangerous he was but at the moment, to her he was still just Tobias. "Tobias." She spoke out suddenly, trying to stop his words. Faltering ever so slightly incase her rudeness was countered by a fist or a shout, she carried on when she figured it to be safe. "This has been a... strange visit. But thank you for accompanying me. I know you had your own reason to come along, it's not like you wanted to help but... I appreciate it." Bowing her head greatly as if she would to a superior officer, she straightened back up with a smile, "I'm not sucking up but I'm sure Lateralus will be perfect once you have finished testing. You deserve a higher position for your smarts alone, I hope this squad realises that sooner rather than later... If not, you should join mine, your intelligence wouldn't go to waste." The rather serious conversation being rudely interrupted by a sudden shrill, Sharada almost jumped right out of her skin. Staggering backward as the sound seemed to screech from the shadows closest to her, she was shocked once more by Tobias' roar. Hearing a rattle from a cage, the flame from the tip of Prometheus' fingertips illuminated the noise culprit. "Is that a Mankey?" Though it looked angry, Sharada took a step forward. Keeping a safe distance, she stared at it through the bars. "The poor thing... I have to save it." Turning back to the eyepatched Rocket, she tried to stop him from cooking the Mankey alive, "Hold on! Who does this Mankey belong to?" Turning back to the cage, she tilted from side to side animatedly, "Mankey evolve in Primape right? Surely it would be useful against Whitney..." Speaking out loud to herself, she spun back around as if she had made her mind up about something. "Okay, who does it belong to? Something as enraged as this would be perfect against that pink haired Gym Leader here. I want it! I should have something of equal value, somewhere." Grinning cheekily, she just hoped she hadn't been too forward in her request.

[The REAL Joey]

Remaining perfectly impassive, he turned his head to Prometheus and nodded as if to stop the fire monkey from making good of his able talents. "Does it really matter?" Muttered Tobias as he looked down at the furious pig monkey. "I had acquired it out on the field. I had thought to off load it onto our well connected black market or pass it on to another operative." Giving it a fearsome glare with his one remaining eye, he concluded as to why it hadn't already been on its way. "The whelp has not quite learnt its lesson yet." His emotionless voice dancing around that of a dangerous lashing out, he picked up on what Sharada was saying. "You... Want it?" Disbelief was clear to see but a sharp man of business such as Tobias was quick to dispel it. "Hmph, I see. Very well." Saying nothing more, he was about to make good of Sharada's claim that she did indeed have something of worthwhile value. "Lateralus. Run search parameters." Floating towards him, the Pokemon bought up a holographic display to which Tobias eagerly whisked his eye through thoroughly. Getting to the end of the list, or more accurately, a representation of all of Sharada's boxed Pokemon, he came to an immediate decision. "This one." Gesturing round the holographic display, he made Sharada aware of his choice. His finger pointing through the hologram, it was a rather strange choice. Why the male had been drawn to it was hard to say but it could be said those lacking emotions were arguably drawn to one another like birds of a feather. Of course, it was highly dubious how he had such a list of Sharada's Pokemon but he didn't seem the least bit worried.

[Morrigan]

( yesshewantsitlmfaoasdfghjk Sorry for rushed post/ poorly written sentences, got so much to do today. )

Gulping quietly as she settled her eyes back on the caged Mankey, Sharada hoped that Tobias hadn't become suspicious of her interest in the Pokemon. The one thing she always seemed to let slip in her mind was that Team Rocket hated and abused Pokemon, so her actually wanting to get the pig like monkey out of the cage would seem... Odd, especially to those loyal in the evil organisation. The brunette knew deep down that she couldn't do this with every single trapped Pokemon she came across, however. She was but a lone, powerless girl yet she felt the need to atleast try. Expecting a rather blunt telling off from Tobias, she was instead pleasantly surprised. Straightening her back and looking to him as he explained just why the creature was there, it appeared she had saved the Mankey from heading onto the Black Market just in the nick of time. Nodding past his surprise, she confirmed her wanting of the Pokemon, "But of course. If handled right, this could be a perfect tool of destruction. I wouldn't say no to a bit more physical power behind me anyway."

Playfully punching a fist into her open palm, Sharada couldn't quite be prepared for what happened next. Expecting to offer some sort of physical skill or complete a mission on his behalf, a concerned expression couldn't quite be torn from her face. Beaming up a screen like hologram before Tobias, he appeared to be looking through her PC Box. Her heart almost felt like stopping, there was so much information in there that she couldn't possibly afford others to see. Tenebrae was a big deal since she stole him directly from the room next door, that and Looker had tinkered with both her box and Joe's to interlink in the past... Yet Tobias broke through it with ease. Eyes widening and fingers twitching, the male's finger pointed to something on the screen. Slowly approaching him, this was going to end one of two ways. He was luring her in to attack the traitor or he had actually found a Pokemon.

Luckily, it was the latter. His finger had settled on something she hadn't yet used, something she had caught by chance a little while ago. "Ooh, that Baltoy?" She replied rather calmly, trying not to show too much discomfort about him looking through her box. Folding her arms, she felt guilty for switching one out of danger and putting one in. "Yeah, I'm fine with that." Shrugging her shoulders loosely, she smiled, "It's a bit of a rarity, I was thinking of selling it off. But just this once, I'd rather it go to the right hands."

[The REAL Joey]

Paying no heed as her demeanour changed with the straighten of her back, he rather disinterestedly nodded his head as she accepted the terms of their trade. "Very well. This brutish runt was of little use to me. If the same falls true for you, be aware that i'm not in the mood of trade backs." Giving a signal to Lateralus to drop the holographic display, he moved on over to the work station that she had approached him at earlier. "Here, we can do the trade here." Logging onto his work station, he arranged the relevant programs as he bought forth the troubling Mankey's Pokeball. Picking it up with his hand, he sat around on his chair with a small turn as he stretched out his arm and recalled it forth from the cage. With his end of the bargain now added, he leaned back in his chair as he flicked his attention to a number of notes he had scribbled on some notes around his computer. They were complicated in nature and looked almost alien. As he flicked to the third note, he looked up and raised an eyebrow. "This is all, yes? There is little else of this squad to see."

Pokemon to be traded:


Mankey
Name: [choose]
Gender: [choose]
Level: 15
OT: Tobias
Attacks: Karate Chop, Fury Swipes, Focus Energy, Low kick
Ability: Vital Spirit or Anger Point
Nature/Personality: [choose]

[Morrigan]

Baltoy
Name: [choose]
Gender: [Male/Female]
Level: 14
OT: Sharada Sewell
Moves: Psybeam, Rock Tomb, Rapid Spin, Mud Slap
Ability: Levitate
Nature/Personality: [choose]

Heels clicking with every step, Sharada swiftly walked behind Tobias as he returned to his work desk. Standing at a slight slant with her arms folded, she awaited her turn to withdraw her trading Pokemon, carefully watching Tobias as he held the Mankey within the palm of his hand. She was still deep in thought of how he so easily acquired information of her PC Box but from bits and pieces, it wasn't hard to figure out his identity. He was clearly a master hacker, even the name of his trail Porygon matched that of the clue left behind when Joe had multiple Pokemon stolen from his own box. She had yet to see any of his Pokemon in Tobias' hands but by now, she was sure of it. Leaning forward as the male began shuffling through his confusing papers, Sharada withdrew her Baltoy and completed the trade by placing it's ball on the table and accepting the Mankey.

Turning her head and meeting his eye with her own, she replied to his question with a slow nod. "'Seems I am done here. Once again, thanks. Seeing as you are right next door, I'm sure we'll meet again soon enough." Smiling, she bowed her head before turning, holding her hand up and waving once as she began to walk off, "Seeya around." Not even looking back to see if there was one other familiar face to bid her adieu, the brunette was instead quick to approach the heavy metal doors which led back out into the main corridor. Striding back with powerful steps, she hoped nothing went wrong with the cell batteries during their transportation. The last thing she wanted was to be gutted alive as soon as she walked through the doors. About to find out if everything was okay, she took a final pause once she had reached her destination, waltzing through the door calmly.