“Apology accepted.”Despite the fellow rocket’s sarcasm Miles gives a curt response playing on Glitch’s elongated one all the while watching his younger retrieve the new capture.

Upon opening the discussion of his upcoming date with Stormy Silph Miles would roll his eyes. “I could think to name a few.” He’s honest, but with no plans on revealing who exactly on that submarine seemed like a halfway decent partner as unkempt as many of them were. “You’re too hard on them, and a personal note, perhaps it’d be better to keep your nose out of your colleagues personal data, search history especially?” Advice that’d most likely go unheard, not to say Miles wasn’t in the slightest bit curious, but he liked to think of himself as a professional and what his coworkers sought in their spare time was no business of his moreover it’d be harder to look many of them in the eye if he knew what freudian nonsense went on in the back of their brains.

As he speaks the duo would come across a sleeping Pangoro and while he had no personal interest in the pokemon some extra muscle to help around the labs and his personal life would be appreciated, and so on a whim he lobs a ball saved for a fossil in an attempt to capture the fighting type pokemon.

“As for the who, that’s a secret. I will say it’s no one in base.” he gives the man that much at least before continuing. “I’m worried, dating outside of rocket.” He confesses, “I don’t want to subject someone I care about to the dangers of our lifestyle, but it’s so rare to connect with someone like we did. I’ve also admittedly been out of the game for my fair share of years so I’m at a bit of a stalemate.” Miles’ way of asking for advice without asking for advice.

Glitch had been in rocket longer than he and so there may have been a hidden jewel of knowledge within the new gym leader.


Attempting Pangoro capture

He's impressed catching a glance into his superior's room, for a submarine dorm Glitch had truly gotten what Miles initially thought to be a dank sea floor cell to feel lived in, homey even. But therein lied Glitch's talents as he'd later learn in his future movements with the rocket.

"For what little it's worth this one is rather nice." He responds to the man standing in the doorway of the other rocket's door. Though the two had a very different taste in aesthetics Miles could appreciate the touches the fashionable associate had placed throughout his living quarters, though even at this stage in his employment it was apparent to the fresh recruit that many of said touches were most likely against protocol. "Ah, understood." The dark-skinned grunt would move from the man's doorway shortly there after making his way to his own room, grateful that the quick tour had taught Miles a good portion of the submarine's layout.

His own room in comparison to Glitch's was dogshit, not literally of course, but just in its emptiness. Glitch's room had pizazz, and its Feng Sui was impeccable from a third parties perspective while his own consisted of a single cot, two personal photos, a crate of lab notes unsorted, and a fossil he hadn't the time to resurrect. Of course Miles wasn't wholly to blame he'd only moved in the room a day ago if that. Still, it was a bit of an eyesore after seeing something so glamorous. If he was ten years younger the man would say he'd been 'stunted on', but that was neither here nor there.

After his observation of the barrack Miles would grab the small laundry bag of clothes by his door before making his way back to the associate, resolved to ask how the man had managed something so inconceivable, perhaps so he could replicate it.

"I have to ask, and I apologize for asking in advance." he didn't want to draw too much attention to it. "How did you manage to secure a bed, and moreover would it be possible to secure another...." For someone who supposedly hated money, the man was rather lucrative in his endeavors.

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His heartbeat continues to race even now as they hold each other bodies intertwined, simple fabrics serve as the sole barrier between the two. If there were moments he could have last for eternities at a time, surely this would be a top contender. Her palm rests on his already warm cheeks and he can't help but note how much her touch feels like fire, burning away whatever doubts lay buried in his mind. It's funny in a way, he's always admonished greed. What he wants he wants for all. Basic necessities and freedoms every person on this planet was entitled to,

but this was different,

He covets her on this moonless night, and he'd covet her for many more after it. Her timid smiles to her burning embraces. It's the way she radiates energy and brings life into places that have been empty of it for too long. It's the way that even in this deep darkness he feels like the sun is shining on him.

It leaves him with a conundrum.

A conundrum because she wants for the world. To protect others in that warmth he's begun to crave. But is that not why he's so drawn to her in the first place?

So he searches for contentedness that now, in this moment, he's able to have her. The same contentedness found in the grazing of her fingers akin to lightning on his skin etching her prints into him with a feather's touch. Contentedness in the way his arms wrap around her waist and in the way his hands rest on her thighs still paralyzed by the very same touch.

They've shared so much in a time so short.

Dances and dinner.
Thoughts and theses.
A kiss.

She pulls away and instinctively he reaches for the hand that stilled him for so long, he misses it.

"Oh... Is that so?"

There's a confidence there, or something more akin to 'determination' to match what he can't help but see as a challenge. She may have been a flame unto her own right, but to underestimate and stoke the man's fire when he was already so wanting. Where would that lead?

In a single movement that hand she's using to describe weakness is pulled forward by the wrist in a sudden show of strength. Leaving the two inches apart once again. Her chin would find itself tilted upward fixed between his thumb and index finger, there's a careful firmness as to not hurt the woman to whom his affections belonged. He may have been a man of science, no warrior like her, but his pride isn't something to be underestimated.

There's a smile from him unlike any she's seen yet, not quite cold or warm, but powerful in nature, dominant.

"I believe there's more than enough time to reassess my argument."

Miles had no interest in taking the gym challenge.

In truth he'd come to deliver flowers to the recently appointed gym leader and through an assortment of unwelcome coincidences and misunderstandings the rocket found himself on the gym floor in place of some other challenger who was unable to participate. At this point it'd be more of a pain to resign, thus he'd decided to stay and have his fair share of fossil fun after all it wasn't as if the man had anything pressing to return to today.

To say he didn't feel a hair left out however was a lie, as it seemed everyone in the vicinity knew each other to some extent at least, and of course there were those few Miles knew. Chu-e Choi was his boss who'd been of great assist to him in the grunt labs as of very recently, and he'd seen the esteemed Patrick Gavalli around the submarine though he went by an entirely different alias in Miles' sphere, but the bonds a few of these trainers shared simply felt different. Perhaps that's the reason Chu-e's carbink attached itself to the rocket scientist more than happy to give Miles some unwanted TLC to the man's dismay. Thankfully Kazamir's flashy introduction manages to take attention off the odd affair. He definitely owed the man a thank you.

It was as good a time as any, and so Miles would step up revealing the two fossils of his own, calling forth a kabuto and a tyrunt the latter of which would immediately move to watch Kazimir Wynter 's larger evolution in absolute awe, while the former would scuttle up the researcher's back.

"Greetings all, I'm a researcher by the name of Miles, and as you can see by my team I study fossil pokemon. The rambunctious one is Obelos, while this shy fellow is Mare." The intro's not a complete lie at least, "I'm not much of a fighter, but when it comes to puzzles rarely do I disappoint. I also apparently have an affinity for Carbink, something I'm just learning today, It's a pleasure to be working with everyone."

He doesn't hesitate in reaching for his fellow scientist's hand. in fact, that smile rang contrary to everything he'd heard about the quoted, 'coffee guzzling, cigarette swallowing, insomniac, demoness that lurked in the darkest depths of the submarine labs threatening to consume any and all poor grunts that dared encroach upon her den.


No in fact she seemed normal, Miles would even go as far as to regard his fellow scientist as 'pretty fucking cool' at least in his head. Even more, he didn't expect the woman to inquire about his own projects so early on in their time together. "It's a pleasure Lulu." and he means it surprisingly enough. "We work in the same vein, and to be entirely honest a few of your previous prototypes and theories have helped further a few of my own projects in recent days. It's something of an honor to formally meet you." It was also nice to hear Oscar thought highly of Miles since the beginning of their partnership, it meant there was reason to continue, though he supposes his being here with Lulu was proof enough of that already.

Reducing the resources used and standardizing technology was a major goal of all creators. Reducing the cost it took to make inventions, finding the best materials used, and scaling it down to a form easier to use made their work more marketable to all who wanted or need their work. "Well, the generator can and will change the way all of Hoenn will do energy. To be completely honest there's nothing I'd like more than to get an eye on the internals and start dancing with the beast myself so to speak. I'm sure you can relate but I'm at my best when I'm in the heart of creation." And she is able to relate, he can understand her insomnia, when one was dedicated to a project like she was sleep was secondary at best and completely irrelevant at worst. "Though I can't cosign that on account of your health, I can't say the mentality is foreign to me. Inspiration oft comes at the oddest hours and I'll be damned if I don't put them to use immediately."

His eyes glaze over the generator while they converse, he'd seen it from afar a time or two, but this is the closest he's ever been. He was dying to get his hands in there to inspect the item he'd read documents upon documents about penned by both Lulu and Oscar, and if things went well today hopefully he'd pen some documents of his own concerning the creation. "I have to say even from the shell alone it's a magnificent beast." He could spend another hour admiring it, but he had his own projects to speak on.

"There are two primary projects that I'm working on that have begun to bear fruit. The first is heavily dependent on this beauty. It's simple in theory but containers for the energy processed by the generator. Infinity energy as you know is unlike any other resource on this planet, and while its capabilities are unparalleled containing it, and more over being able to access it in ones daily life are aspects that of the project I've begun to build upon. Though I must admit much of my success is due to Chu-e Choi 's willingness to work as my test subject." He begins his explanation making note to cut off any superfluous information as he begins. He'd hand an assortment of drafts and designs neatly stapled to his boss. Complete with diagrams and write-ups, as well as details on how much of the energy he'd been able to contain from his trials with Chu-e in essence he'd created a conductivity chart for infinity energy. "My goal, not unlike your own is to have these devices mass produced once the generator is online. To transplant your technology with these battery packs immediately would secure GMH's monopoly on infinity energy before Silph can even make it to the market. More importantly we'd be able to distribute these in mass to communities in need, as we both know there are many."

He realizes only then how long he's been talking, and he'd yet to even talk about his second project which admittedly was more personal. "I apologize, perhaps it'd be best to chat over a cup of dirt?"

Holy shit he missed this.
Lulu Flint

Metagroos was not competitive. A pokemon with four separate brains working together in unison said to be as smart as if not smarter than a supercomputer had no business being jealous. Red eyes would watch the first metagross from afar its hands moving like pistons pounding various ground types all in an effort to relocate them. The second metagross would then join in Cere's arms moving similarly clocking in its own speed not competitively of course, no the metagross was just efficient, perhaps more efficient than its other, but that was a natural a simple difference in caliber, there was no spirit no fire lighting underneath the secondary steel type, and on the very very minute chance there was if nothing else it served to complete the task a hair faster than it would have been completed otherwise.

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Her opposition is cut, just as it starts and time slows in the moonless night. He pulls her in tighter noting the warrior's tenderness in his embrace. How long do they stay like that? He doesn't know, but he thinks it's long, it feels long. Not in a way one dreads time, but in the way one simply loses themself in a moment. And the man is nothing else if not lost in Stormy for however long they remain.

However all things do eventually come to an end, and when this moment does, at least he has some witty anecdote or quip prepared. "If you'd like you can fight me on this, but I'm sure I can pull another of those out of me." In fact a strong piece of him hoped she'd tempt fate. After all the fiery-eyed woman wasn't the only one who knew how to be stubborn.

Regardless of the response, he'd hold her tighter. Only deciding to give a serious response when he's crafted his words. "I know we only barely know each other. he relents. "I'm sure we both have skeletons buried away, but isn't that why we're here? To take a chance on each other in spite of that? His chin finds itself nuzzled in her neck once more, slowly he's becoming addicted to that warmth. " Of course, it doesn't all happen in a day but Stormy what I do know, and I can say this without a shadow of a doubt."

"I want to know more about you.

I want to see more of this woman who lit a fire in my heart. Even if it's a little at a time. You've given me no reason to not take that chance."

"Would you care to take that chance with me?"

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The mall is in its closing hours a majority of the crowds have died down, but still certain types linger in the stores and hallways little else to do before the final dings of the clock ushered the remaining shoppers out of the shopping complex. So far the lingerers prove to be a blessing as the agent being led happens to fit in fairly well, on the surface at the least. He was young, attractive and while many who wandered were aimless Rowan had a sharpness to him. Miles believes its this combination of things that makes him perfect for the mission. He was a man who got the gist quickly and was able to act.

“You’re clear in 3....2.... “ there’s silence on the comms for an extra second, “Now. Take the hallway to the right and enter the PokeShack employee entrance.” Miles gaze fluctuates through various cameras noticing oddities among the guards, in that many seemed to be gathering.

“the door will be unlocked when you get there. Something to note; We’re in luck it seems. a pokemon battle on the first floor has the security detail focused move quickly.”

They had about twenty minutes from this point to complete the job as the surveillance room guard was set to shift. If they weren’t out or leaving in that window the game was over.

That said, they’re making good time, good enough time that Miles feels comfortable fielding a question to the ground agent in the interim. “Rowan you have quite the impressive resume. I have to wonder why team rocket. You’re clearly wise enough to visualize your endgame and so I’m curious what’s here for you?”

Of course the man was free to maintain silence Rowan’s job ultimately required more focus, and more over not everyone enjoyed Miles snooping in their business and understandably so.

Miles finds himself moving through the hallway after sending his message only for a gunshot to sound deeper within the guild. “Not my signal of choice, but it will suffice .” He muses to himself turning to follow the direction of the shot only for the streamer to activate the coms formally dropping her pin. He’d taken a bet on folllowing the shot and it’d paid off as in seconds said streamer was in sight. Following the woman’s lead the analyst places his own drive in a computer parallel to hers.

“I’m impressed.” He says eyes moving to the rounded up researchers who of course were none too pleased about the current status quo.

“That’s certainly one way to do it.” He wasn’t a man who preferred using force, but they were too deep now and as far as the analyst could tell no one was injured, thus it was a win so far at least. That is until from some crevice A fucking rhyperior is summoned.

Miles pulls a poke ball from his belt, summoninga Carracosta into the research space. “Precautionary measures.” He doesn’t bother glancing at the water type his focus quite clearly on the rampaging ground type Hydro Pump. Following the order a surge of water would rocket towards the rock type all the while more bugs would begin to make their way to the deeper part of the room. If the massive stone pokemon wasn’t taken down the chances of the entire floor caving in were high. And the chances of everyone surviving that, were slim to none.

“5 minutes until the transfer’s complete.“ His eye falls on Serena I’ll handle that. Make sure they... understand. he hopes she reads in between the lines giving the woman a nod before moving from the console to face the rhyperior. “I don’t know who brought it, but this place isn’t built to hold beasts like that especially when the building is already under pressure. Surrender and no harm will come to you. You have my word.” he’d attempt diplomacy, but was more than ready to return to force if necessary.
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This is prolly trash cause its on mobile so im sorry

Tl;dr
Miles hears Serena’s gunshot
Makes way towards room
Gets the drop point and enters lab
Immediately plugs in second drive
Sees a whole ass rhyperior
Calls a carracosta and uses hydropump
Tells or really implies to Serena to essentially keep all these mfs safe while he deals with the rhyperior
Attempts diplomacy with the rock types trainer though he doesn’t know where she is.

Miles wasn't unfit by any means, but being fit, and being a fighter were very different beasts and he'd only just begun to confront the latter. Though, His new line of work had unsurprisingly done him a few favors with his physical health. Between training and his excursions on the outside his body had become more defined, but that was neither here nor there.

"You think?" There'd never been a more perfect excuse to move from his side of the table to hers something he'd wanted to do for a minute. He slides casually leaving his glass on the table in favor of getting closer to Stormy.

"You have your hypothesis, now it's time to test it."

He wraps his arms around the woman lightly from behind the ornate dupatta falling on her now, almost as if it was a bow or string tying them together. His grip isn't tight of course, if she was uncomfortable it'd be more than easy to squirm out. In fact, it was a soft hug, that if she responded well to he'd nestle his chin against her collar bone.

"Enough, give yourself more credit." His overly ornate style of speaking had for the moment become simple,

"You're determined, fierce, honest about what you believe in, passionate, funny, contemplative, a little awkward, you try your absolute hardest, and you care more about people more than anyone I know, and that's only between two meetings." She was also a great dancer, but this didn't seem like the time to mention that.

He pauses for a moment debating his next words internally, or perhaps just appreciating the warmth of the woman he was so quickly falling for.

"When I met you that night, I reached out to you because I was out of place and lonely, and within minutes I realized the someone with whom I shared my fears was just as foreign and lonely as I was." The red on his features serves as a testament to how earnestness the man is in the moment.

"And tonight I just continue to learn how amazing that someone is because she's perfect in her own right. But I don't think she believes that."

"But I'd like to be there for her, to make sure she knows how amazing she is." His hold becomes tighter and only then does he meet her eyes.

"So accept the damn compliment Stormy." Following the line he does what could only come naturally.

The easiest things to miss are oft right before your eyes, so was said, and so was the case now. As she hyper-focused in on the man before her he'd refill her glass careful not to spill the wine. Still, for all his skills he’s clearly no mind reader thus what or who Lavaridge was in this peculiar metaphor would remain unspoken. A mystery lost to the moonlit breeze. Though her trepidation is noticed warranting a shift in the conversation.

Whether his next line was due to the alcohol influencing his system, a want to distract the raven-haired women, or some fusion of both even the man himself couldn't place. But in spite of his pride, he decides to voice a thought that could have just as easily remained internal. It wasn't complex by any means, but it was one he'd most certainly regret come daybreak.

“Well this is neither here nor there, but how odd is it, that you being fully able to kick my ass has somehow made you even more attractive? Something I didn't think was possible at this point but here we are I suppose." He's half-joking, or perhaps he isn't but hopefully, his off-the-wall comment helped the mood a bit.

"Honestly it's only our first date, and you've proven yourself to be too charming. If you keep going like this I'm bound to get a little suspicious."