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POSTED ON Jul 24, 2022 21:17:50 GMT

Casey was back. Back in a 25 year old's idea of a young man's outfit. He ran his e-bike all the way across the cycling bridge, liking Mauville to Slateport. Up and down the ramps, the whole thing. When he got down, his face was covered in sweat, which he used to slick back his red hair. He was tall and muscly, but by no means wide or huge. His redhead was starting to show grey hairs, but his skin was impossibly smooth.

He settled into town, chaining his bike and going to a local café. After months of joking about wanting to see his girlfriend in the Rocket uniform, he went about securing his own. And that meant... sending a weird DM to someone he'd never met, who just kind of had a mean but attractive face. Just a girl who looked like she'd key your car.

He then heard the bell on the door clink, and his face lit up. He turned to face the door, with a tall cylinder of black coffee over ice in one hand.

“--Hey! Are you uh... the person I'd messaged earlier?”

The way he worded it was intentionally vague, until they weren't in public. His pale face went red, being so close to his goal that he could already smell those Lycra pajamas he coveted.

"...It's me. Casey. I host a radio call-in show, but I'm better known as uh... Melody Miro's cousin."

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POSTED ON Jul 25, 2022 4:37:57 GMT

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Speaking of keying a car, with a tied-up ponytail, Trish began to deface the side of one of the many cars in the parking lot in the only way she knew how. She used a small coin right to the paint, and began to drag it across to scratch it right off. However, she did a shape she liked. Two small circles on the bottom, and one bigger oval-ish shape with a phallic tip. When she backs away, she smirks.

"Yeah. That'll do."

One might wonder why she did this. Trish's response was simple. If they are going to fuck up her order and get bitchy to their face about getting her order wrong, she's going to deface the car utilizing such phallic imagery. An eye for an eye, and as she backed away.

She takes a moment to look at the café that was just within walking distance, and walks. She did her civic duty, now was time to go talk to this Casey guy.

Trish was given the job to scout out this one guy who wanted in. Personally, Trish didn't like it, but she realizes the importance to move up in the ranks. If they can trust her with simple recruitment, maybe she'll get to be praised; perhaps even, promoted? But wow, when she enters in, she looks over his outfit, and feels her brow raise questionably. "Oh... you're Casey, huh? Weird. I pictured you bigger."

Taking a seat near the redhead, she places her butt down right on a booth, her legs thrown up to rest on one of the tables. "Melody Miro's cousin? Is she famous or something?" She asks this, golden eyes observing. She wanted to scope out his person. She needed to take this seriously.

"Why do you want in? You know what we do, don't you?" She asks, leaning her head on one of her hands now.

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POSTED ON Jul 25, 2022 5:24:36 GMT

Casey smiled. He was slightly wired already, sipping the coffee slowly. He leaned back in the booth, tapping his fingers on the table like a student with a pencil at their desk. As she walked in, he smiled. Why, it was that girl he'd spoke to online!

She seemed like she already had an attitude, and that was perfect! He already knew that Summer was in Rocket, but he couldn't imagine her sticking someone up with a knife. He wanted in on the life of crime. On the take. Paying lawyers, paying judges, having a stash of gems in the cookie jar, the whole nine yards.

Her brow raised, quick to judge him already. He waved, raising a hand clad with silver rings. Casey continued to sip at his drink all the while, as she made her way to the booth. “--Any bigger than six feet, and you start getting weird health problems.”

She sat by him, feet kicked up on the table. In his soft NPR voice, he called someone over to ask for a little platter of cake donuts to go with his coffee. "You should get a drink too! I'm paying."

Her golden eyes seemed to be assessing him for something. Whether or not he had "it" was another question altogether. "She does pop records, she's on the festival circuit. She's also a gym leader, I think? I battled for her badge once, and got disqualified for taking a phone call in the middle." What anyone had been doing as of late was kind of a mystery to him. He was always kind of left out of these things. Casey, for all intents and purposes, was just another Media-class airhead with a mean streak.

He thought for a second, before leaning in with elbows on the table. The sleeves on his button-up rode up his shoulders, revealing fish-scales and fins tattooed up the length of his arms. He cleared his throat, before making an attempt to whisper.

"Well... my dad was a local official on payroll. He's the Auditor General of Fallarbor. And then... my girlfriend ended up being a leg-breaker for Rocket. I get the gist. And I think those little cotton pajamas you guys wear are so cute."

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Maybe Trish enjoyed this guy's presence. Sarcastic as it may have been, she didn't like guys who just caved in when she tore into them. Casey, at least, knew how to talk.

"Alright, smartass. I meant wide. Muscles." One of her black brows raise, but she sports a toothy grin. When he offers a drink, she is taken aback... and immediately feels regret. He offered her something to drink and eat. Reeling back in her legs, Trish rubs her arm. He was being nice. Was it a front?

Her confidence shrivels like a Wooloo staring down headlights; sheepish.

Deciding to hear him out first, she crosses her arms and listens. First, the business with Melody. A pop star Gym Leader that Trish found herself interested in. Was she hot? Ah, probably not her type if she was a Gym Leader. Probably less so since she disqualified this guy over a phone call. "Sounds like a-" She hushes herself, but the intent to say what she was going to stood true. Still... this guy was her cousin. She wouldn't.

When he finally talks about his dad and girlfriend, that's what she was fishing for... though she got more than she bargained. Fish scale and fin tattoos!

Those were so cool... she felt herself smiling ear-to-ear, before readjusting her posture to be seated normally, now somewhat eye-level despite her five foot two frame. Her confidence returns, impressed less by him, and more the ink, but that was yet to be seen from this airhead. "Long as you know what you're in for. It's not easy for the faint of heart. Just the other day, I went with this hot girl, and took care of some defectors. Took their front teeth as proof for the boss. Think I got her number too." She mentions, golden eyes ensuring she meant what she said. She meant business.

That's what it meant to be a Rocket. She was a weapon. If Rocket told her to take care of business, she would only ask what tool for the job.

"The pajamas? I hardly use them. They're that comfy? I usually just sleep in my underwear." Trish comments, no shame at all.

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POSTED ON Jul 25, 2022 9:48:03 GMT

Casey responds with a little "here we go again" look. He pulls a little wooden stirring stick out of his coffee, and smiles, turning it in his hand a couple times. He then braces his core, making a flat center and obliques you could juice a lemon with stand up. He then jabbed himself in the side with it, snapping the stick in two. He still looked small and had round shoulders though.

She listened as he talked about Melody for... a little too long. Trish was about to chime in, but stopped herself. Casey smiled, and glanced aside as the plate of donuts was set between the two of them. "She still does a lot for the community, so it's hard to stay mad."

He then caught her glancing at his tattoos. Casey laid his arms out flat on the table for a second, before picking up a donut and biting down. The arms were a companion to a back-piece. A Red Gyarados, to commemorate surviving a near-fatal hiking accident.

Casey smiled, before hearing her start talking again. Not easy for the faint of heart. Two sentences, and she went right down the middle, like a car hitting a sign at a fork in the road. Casey bites his tongue so he doesn't snicker. "Sounds like a cute first date. Did she ever call you back? I've... had my fair share of fistfights."

Why did he care if she got a call back? Not that he'd cheat, mind you. It was just... on his mind for some reason. A reason he wouldn't get into unless asked. The uniform being a letdown stunned him though.

"That sucks, dude. I thought they'd feel all smooth like a tracksuit, or something."

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POSTED ON Jul 26, 2022 5:36:18 GMT

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Trish's jaw hangs open, her golden eyes taking the entirety of that ink in. It looked so good on him! The only markings she had were the scars on her face. But those weren't battle scars, so she didn't show them off like that. Still, the Red Gyarados looked positively awesome, and Trish idolized that.

"It was recent!" she waves her hand up and down, gaining that dynamite confidence again, as she smirks, showing her canines. "I'll have to see if she does though... still, if you're serious, I can put in a good word." It was still needing to happen. Maybe it did, maybe it didn't. Trish didn't care one way or other.

His dissatisfaction with the uniforms had to be quickly remedied. Guy was cool enough to her to be honest.

"Nah, nah. They're probably comfy. Never wore'em, period. I only sleep in my underwear." She corrects him, ensuring that it was perhaps a lot comfier. Scratching her head a moment, she takes a moment to rhythmically tap the table. "Maybe it'd be pretty comfy, idunno. Can't do it. Too hot." Sure, some girls got cold, but Trish, especially in the summer, got way too hot. The restless sleep kind of hot.

She gets to the point, her demeanor shifting more seriously. "Your girlfriend why you want in Rocket then? Reunite the lovebirds?" she coos out a little.

"What are you willing to do to get in? What Pokemon do you have?"

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POSTED ON Jul 26, 2022 6:12:32 GMT

Casey was leaning back in his seat. This might've been the easiest job interview he ever had. When she leaned in to admire his tattoos, mouth agape, he glanced away. He wasn't used to this kind of attention. Not anymore. "If you want, I can give you the artist's email. This took a while, but I bet you could rock sleeves, even if they were just line-art."

He looked back to her, and grinned. "And... if she doesn't call back?"

Not that he'd take her out, of course not.

Casey thought for a minute, as she started to explain that the uniform was probably reliable, but she slept in her underwear. That led him to pause, picturing himself in those black tights, with the beret. Doing the charter speech and everything. To protect the world from devastation, and so on. Just thinking about striking fear into the hearts of men, why that made his eyes light up.

Her hand rhythmically tapped the table. It was fascinating to watch. His tapping earlier had the beat of a schoolboy driving his pencil into a desk. His hands had two rings per finger. In an attempt to sweeten the deal, he took two black rings from one of his thumbs, sliding them across the table.

He didn't know what to do with Summer right now. When he was presumed dead, she'd had all kinds of wild flings. And... he lived. Casey then spoke to correct her. "We're... it's complicated. Right now, I wanna do this for me. To get some control over my life again. I almost died on a hiking trip, and spent six months rehabilitating my arms."

The next question came, and it was much easier to give a straight answer. He took pride in his pokemon, some of which he raised for years. And... he was willing to do anything to have that control he wanted.

"I'd strong-arm every wannabe who washed out of training. I'd turn this town upside down and lay siege. I have the team I'd do it with on me right now, and more at home. Garchomp. Venusaur. Hydreigon. Krookodile. Sceptile. Whiscash."

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Maybe it was easy, or maybe it was just easy to impress Trish. She had the attention span and intrigue of a Boltund; energetic, loyal, and excitable. Sure, maybe she wasn't doing a great job, but she didn't care. She was allowed to take creative liberties in how she recruited this guy. "Oh hell yeah, that's awesome!" See? Incredibly excitable. Now she liked this guy more. She'd give a standing ovation, though maybe Casey didn't want that for the higher-ups.

Trish ignores the thought of her not calling back.

His story about his girlfriend... well, it had all the intrigue of seeing 'relationship status: complicated' on his profile. Trish didn't really care, but he listened to her go on about it. She's not a complete bitch, but when he says he's doing it for himself, that ACTUALLY impresses Trish more. Backbone. Spine. "Good. Better to do it for yourself anyways. People suck sometimes." This girlfriend probably did some shitty stuff behind his back anyways. But that girl didn't know. He was presumably dead.

While he talks about what he's willing to do to get in, Trish grins, accepting the bribe. Casey dearest truly knew how to sweeten the pot. But strong arm them? Turn the town upside down? Her grin shifts to a smirk, and she crosses her arms. "Talks cheap, you know. Lot of people talk big game, but they crumble away under pressure. Separates the pussies from the players."

She gets up, slamming a hand on the table.

"I have a secondary assignment that just happens to be around here. I want to test your resolve... that red car out there?" She points out the window. "Belongs to a traitor... I was told to send a message to make them be quiet."

"I marked a different one, but pretty sure you can find the red vehicle near the one I etched a dick onto." Her golden eyes are piercing, and she looks deadly serious at Casey, her smirk attempting to instill trepidation. She was in control, and she felt like the judge, jury, and executioner.

"So you big game, or just talk, Stretch?"

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POSTED ON Jul 27, 2022 7:47:55 GMT

Casey was leaning back in his seat. He was erratic. Cat-like. Even when he was younger, having assaulted someone at a party, for a girl he just met. Right now, his tail would be swishing, if he had one. He wanted to get out and play more! Casey has spent more than enough time at physical therapy with big hat guys called names like Jackson Tyler-Jackson.

He looked back to her, and slowly leaned in. Casey slowly grinned, and thought for a second. "Well, if you ever need someone to hang out with… I think you’re cool."

He was talking himself into it.

Casey thought for a minute, as she started to talk about how he needed to do this for himself. His eyes lit up. He started to want it more. “…I know that I probably said too much about this. But sometimes… all you got is you. Doesn’t matter how many people say they’ve got you.”

Her smile started to turn to a look that assessed him. An eager grin, waiting to see what he’d do next. Then she gets up, slamming a hand on the table. She was getting all fired up, and he couldn’t wait. Casey sprung to his feet, grinning.

Casey slowly walked outside, turning to the parking lot. He then slowly assessed each car. A big dick etched into the side? He was getting so fired up, thinking about her snickering and drawing it. Casey dropped a pokeball, letting his Hydreigon out. "I still owe you one, but right now… can you total that car?."

Casey watched, as Hydreigon took flight, circling the red car. It then rained down with Tri Attack, a prism falling that’d short-circuit the battery, and peel the metal apart, between the hot and cold elements. The car afterwards was curled up, like a metal fist.

Casey then walked back into the cafe, buying some kind of fried egg confection and walking back outside to gift to her. Casey was getting all fired up, and even started to use his outdoor voice a little. He had a smile on his face. He just met her and he wanted her approval so badly.

"Still think I’m all talk?!"

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He's like a cat, and she's like a dog. Two different people, but they got along pretty well. Usually, Trish would want to slap someone like Casey around, but... he's actually kind of cool. But Casey thinks the same. He's cool enough to know he is all he needs. He knows himself, and that impresses Trish more, and when Trish challenges him, he steps up to the plate.

Holding a hand up to the barista, she calls out. "Caramel macchiato, extra caramel syrup, I want it sweet, thank you." She puts her legs on the table. She figured, she'd go out, check his handiwork when he finished, and graded him on a scale of one to nine. Ten was like...

Like, 'explode their car' level of performance. No way in- what is he doing with that giant black dragon... hoooooly "shit..."

She got to watch the show. The red car explodes, curled into a metal fist, the Tri Attack basically ripping it apart. Trish's golden eyes are wide, as the caramel macc is set in front of her, and as the car curled into a fist by the finale, he walks away from it, re-enters, and gets her an egg confection? BAD. ASS.

"Ohoh-kay! Well, Stretch... welcome to Team Rocket!" She starts with a laugh, holding her hand out to him, excited by his moxie. "You know... we should probably leave the café now. League's probably gonna show soon... you did just total a car." She's grinning ear-to-ear, canines fully showing.

Impressed is a word. Floored was the accurate one though.

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POSTED ON Jul 28, 2022 7:40:57 GMT

Casey sat there, admiring his handiwork. His power trip was running out though. His adrenaline was running out. His ears stopped ringing. His eyes narrowed. He started sweating bullets, from the ensuing humidity of the Tri Attack. His chest heaved, and he slowly turned to see Trish walk outside to meet him.

He bit his tongue, and started to panic. "That’s cool. Or not. Can’t focus right now. I just know we gotta book it."

He’d bump into her again, sure enough.

Casey thought for a minute, before whistling for Hydreigon. He had to guarantee her safety before he could think about anything else. That black dragon started to glide down, before standing and bowing its three heads.. “…Hydreigon. You’re gonna take her where she’s gotta go. She can figure that out. All I know is… we can’t sit around here for a while..”

He was still sweating bullets. Thinking about either of the two of them getting tailed if they tried to just walk away from it all. From him totaling a car in public at her discretion.

He could fight. He could fight for a while, sure. He’d even be game for it. Casey was wide-eyed, glancing around as if he expected it on some level. When Trish extended a hand to him, he high fived her and glanced away. Still thinking about how they were gonna escape and reconnect later. "I’ll go too. You have my number, if you gotta say something."

Casey dropped another pokeball, watching Garchomp stumble out. He looked to her and tried to communicate his panic without words. He then leapt onto her back, and she used Dig. The two went underground, darting off for atleast a mile. He closed his eyes, and had to hope she’d steer for them.

The two having gone underground, his phone signal couldn’t go back up until he surfaced. In the park on the riverbank, down by the edge of the water. He raised a hand to blot away the sweat, then checked his phone to see if Trish could tell him she got out. Not that he’d distract her with a call, or anything. He laid down, looking to Garchomp.

"…I owe you one. Thanks… again."

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