After a nice little poker game, and winning nice little prizes from THEO BECKETT and his terrible bets Pryde was riding a high. Even with having to go under water in a sub all to meet the new heads of this branch of Rocket. As usual he would keep himself professional, there was a pecking order to be obeyed. [break][break]

The feeling of the office is very familiar, but no as much as the man in front of him. Red eyes widen in some shock to see one of his previous lab men here. The the office of an underboss no less. "Dr Merlino, this is indeed a surprise," his smile seems genuine as the other offers his hand. He seems hesitant for a moment but in the end does offer his gloved prosthetic to shake. [break][break]

Despite the glove though the metal could still be felt, the other might find the grip harsher than what Pryde had indented. The prosthetic still new.




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Being the man of science where observation was key, and while there is no wince its the words that give it away as he pulls back twisting his hand some, "Apologies, it's still new for me."[break][break]

Pryde takes the offered chair as the underboss sits, only after the other sits of course. "Finally out of recovery after everything, I was told if I wanted my old possition back though I should help here in Hoenn and so," he shrugs, "Here I am, I had heard you had come here as well, but never thought I'd see you in the chair of Underboss"[break][break]

He can't help but learn forward, curious, "How does it feel?"


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He can't help but enjoy the way the other leans in as well. A stark contrast from their first interaction so many years ago, and still different from what he used to be. "I can imagine," he knows the power he felt when he was promoted to Head Scientist, how much liberty he was given then. So could imagine it would be the same if not better for the now Underboss. [break][break]

Though as his injuries were brought up, Raphael looks down at his arm before giving a dark chuckle, "What can I say? I raised a soldier, have you heard of my son?" if not much word has gotten out he's curious on what the other knows.



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The sympathy is ignored. He's had 3 years now to think on it and while still bitter it didn't give him the same rise of anger like before. [break][break]

"He did, it was.... quite the surprise to say the least," if either of his sons was going to do anything to such an extreme he'd expect it from Asriel Pryde. Not the docile child that he raised in the labs with him who was always so desperate to please. "Guess there is no helping teenage rebellion on some"



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Pryde only offers a shrug about his son, wasn't much that could be done about it now. Only prey for his son that he doesn't show is face again. [break][break]

"No, her uses as an enforcer were still needed back in Kanto," he explains simply chuckling lightly, "seems like catching up isn't as fun as I would've like. But what about here? Humor in Kanto is that things are done a little different here, but no one seems clear as to how"




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The fact the other feels okay with speaking so openly about the way the previous leader speaks volume on how much the other has changed and how different this branch seemed to be. There is a small sneer on his face at the mention of Beckett, but he says nothing about him. He ponders a bit on what he means on being soft but he supposes eventually he'll see it with his own two eyes. [break][break]

"How I used to do things huh? You mean to tell me you've mastered the art of emotional manipulation then?" both tone and body language clearly scream that its a joke as he says this. Even with the way he gives a small chuckle, though he knows its how he personally did things. However he figures Gavin means more the way he supported to make his people loyal and want to thrive. [break][break]

As the other gives names he only recognizes a few, again the sneer is back as he hears Theo is back to being admin. "So you're telling me I've just stolen pokemon from an admin then? Well ain't that a bitch," there is a chuckle there, no he doesn't plan on giving them back, a bet was a bet. He'd explain it more if they other were to ask though. [break][break]

"I'm afraid I only know 3 of the names you've given as for Darkai I do, Walsh gives reports often over to Kanto. About Darkrai, Lugia, Avatars..." he trails off as with the way he's saying them they're clearly just words without any real understanding. Though how do you give understanding to things that were simply creatures of legends until recently. [break][break]

Just like knowing the name wouldn't prepare him from the sudden pressure in the room which causes him to look around. Unsure if something was there or if there was a problem with the ship. "Engineering issues?" he can't help but question?


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Perhaps his time on medical leave has made his expressions too loose as he could pick something was off. It doesn’t take long to wonder what as the only offense that could be taken would be on his thoughts of Theo. He’s a tad surprise its that, but he supposes that in the end all those years with Theo still ran deep with the other. Raphael nods his head respectfully as he could tell an authoritative tone when he heard it, ”Of course, he just lost a bet in Unova Hold ‘Em at the casinos is all, you’ve played with me you know I wouldn’t hold back,” even if he knew the other kept his admin role here. Or it had been awhile since his son had left and he was joining Theo. [break][break]

Looking from the walls, he looks back to Gavin. Following his gaze until it landed on the red eye behind the window. His expression was one of surprise then awe at being able to see a beast of legend with his very own eyes. Fascinating felt like an understatement. ”I do,” he answers simply as if its old news, ”But I can’t really say I understand it, just best described as a deity sharing its power with a human, but like our very waters,” he gestures his hands around them, “Just because I step in the ocean doesn’t mean I understand the whole thing” [break][break]

“What’s it like?”


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