"you know, it's common courtesy to allow someone the chance to turn something down." and that chance was missed. he didn't have to follow the note that was handed to him, and yet he chose to. did he truly have a right to complain? to be fair it was his curious nature to blame. the chance to encounter some pokemon also, somewhat, caught his attention.

then he remembered that this spot specifically only had nothing more but dark and poison-type to offer. this was going to be a drag. one hell of a nuisance if anything. "i really hate troublesome women." and she screamed troublesome. at this point he had the ability to sense these tingling oddities when it came to women like jennifer, that sing-song-bird, and now her, the heiress as rumor would have it.

for now it was just speculation and murmur. rocket had many oddities--too many if you asked zombie. he was one of them, of course, but some of them were just as bad--hell even worse and weirder.

zombie stared the woman down for a brief moment. only to rub the nape of his neck and release a sighful drag. "i just wanted to laze around and sleep, you're lucky i had nothing to do, princess." he called her. gifting the woman with a potential codename had she not have one. "i hope nobody saw you come in here before me. i don't want anymore troublesome rumors going around about me." zombie stated.

there was so much wrong with what she spewed. he wasn't sure which to comment on first. he wasn't even sure what was the appropriate thing to say--then again he never worried about that last bit.

he wasn't exactly taken aback by her response. it was a normal reaction from most. is he sexist? he doesn't doubt that. it's not like he's listening to half of the things coming out of his mouth. he wasn't going to say what he was thinking too much though, it'd be troublesome.

although, as she told him to follow. he couldn't help but think about what she said. as she spoke and he frolicked behind. his mind pondered, "is it sexist when every woman in this organization has some sort of personality issue?" they were either overconfident in themselves or, for some unknown reason, easily irritated. everything they responded to do held a sharp sting to it. it was a drag to have to experience that.

"ah. . ." if she's so busy why was she hanging around in alleyways like some child-snatching creep? he couldn't exactly respond to her with that aloud. that'd definitely bring trouble in his direction. ". . .okay." he simply replied. no ones allowed to see her? why was that? what was so special about this weirdo. zombie honestly didn't feel safe with her, like she was planning to drug him and steal his kidney. man, he'd really need that kidney. it'd suck if she just snatched it.

covering his mouth for a moment, zombie spoke, "don't let her take my kidney, that'd be troublesome god." he murmured underneath his breath. and then she said she had no reason to explain herself to him, but it felt like she did during that entire spiel. removing his hand over his mouth, he'd say, "you're no different from the other women of rocket: bratty and insufferable already. the hell do they even call you, princess?" he asked.

a swalot was hiding off to the side. looking to liepard, he'd order with a nod of his head. the purple feline moved in with PURSUIT and precision. rendering the pokemon incapcitated as the feline stood atop of it. with a lazy toss of his ball, he'd engulf the pokemon. "nice." he casually stated, but marie kept going.

"but..." they were in public as they spoke. seriously, what was with this girl and her logic. it's as if she's too uppity to think she before she spoke. he got it, your bougieness. "got it, your bougieness." oh...did he say that out loud again? he seriously needed to work on speaking to women. and then she made a comment about his mother naming him. scratching the side of face underneath the makeup and false piercing. he'd say, "if i had a mother i'm pretty sure that's not something anyone would name their child." zombie casually responded, a yawn followed after.

"i just have a thing for horror moves. zombie's are the greatest." plus, there was also the fact that, "i'm a wanted criminal under my real name and appearance. so i didn't exactly have any other option." he casually stated. no longer hiding his truth--though it was never intentionally hidden to begin with now that he thought about it. "also, aliases are cool. you'd understand if you gave yourself one, want me to give you one?" he would start to list some potentials off, "how about princess, your bougieness, the girl who's a royal pain in my ass?" that last one felt proper.

from behind a noise was heard. turning around, it was a zweilous. as marie spoke, zombie kept an ear out. listening to her babble and call him a clown (honk, honk). he wasn't a clown--though, she wasn't too far off technically.

anyway, "liepard, assist: dragon rage." stealing a page from gible. liepard expeleld from its maw a devastating sphere of dragon fire. the zweilous attempted to use roar to dismantle the hellish flame, but such ignorance was expected. it needed to be taught a lesson. so the dragon rage blasted the zweilous back.

"pin it down with assist: sand tomb." liepard, once more, stole a page. sand would begin to submerge the zweilous. it was unable to move due to the ground beneath its feet suddenly becoming engrossed with sand. the pokemon began to sink, "get over here." tossing an empty, it would come to ensnare the zweilous.

liepard returned to zombie's side. turning back toward marie, he'd yawn. "but code names are cool. plus, they're fun. and i think mine fits me pretty well, wouldn't you agree?" zombie cheekily stated. he'd give the girl a grin, expanding his arms as if saying 'look at me, i'm gorgeous'. "i think you're just jealous and lack creativity, emilee." he'd continue to poke, "are we suppose to call you emilee because you're runaway or something? come on, you can trust me." no she couldn't.

"how much are you worth? i'll make sure no one else finds out." he just wanted the reward money. "someone has to be looking for you. is it true you're a runaway, tell me, tell me."

"what, but getting a bounty's the best part about being a bad guy!" zombie, lazily, whined. with a slothful smile, he'd look back to his liepard. ordering him to move into fight the toxicroak. as liepard fought the toxicroak, zombie returned his attention back onto the female.

"if people aren't talking about you, then are you really doing something with your life?" he earned his bounty. but not under this guise or look. "i wear this to myself so people don't recognize me you know, i work really hard on this every morning." he'd touch the right side of his cheek, chuckling. "ah man, feels like i'm actual burned victim or something." and, then, she spoke with a stinging tone. "alright, alright, marie it is." she was unfun and just full of troublesome attitude, women.

"well, our leader does suck i heard. guys got anger management issues as well. i don't want any part of that, so i'll be fine being a lowly grunt that's just another face." and let's keep it that way. he heard rumors about that madman, 'the mad luxray' some called him. "eh? me? i'm worth--" oh, liepard was finished. he'd toss a pokeball at the toxicroak. catching it only to continue, "so, about what i was saying, you gotta guess my name to find out." zombie, lazily, grinned.