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Yeah. It was going to take a few more tries. But at least Trey is in the ballpark of Troy. So at the very least, Troy doesn't make a fuss. The pettiness would come back with time. For now, he'll enjoy the fact he given as well as he got.[break][break]

Honestly, male release was nothing to write home about. They didn't get the hype. Maybe that was the point.[break][break]

At for now, Troy is a lot more agreeable, pulling out his phone to shine at the wall murals, intent to help the scientist associate for now, even whistling out for Drac, the Gliscor coming back giddily and moving to help. "Crystals. Smash a few of them, but not into dust. Just break them off." And with the giddy laugh of the cave bat, the Gliscor began its work with precise X-SCISSORS.[break][break]

Though they never did tell Kelly that she was welcome. Not because it passed their mind.[break][break]

It was a business arrangement. An experiment at best. A petty contest.

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Troy's no sniper. The rifle comes up, as that toad meets their end, and all he can do is feel it deflect, as the knife skates on the metal of the rifle. The sickening crack behind him would have brought him joy, but no joy is had. He just keeps his blue eyes on the sniper here, pushing the knife closer.[break][break]

Unfortunately for the toad, the sickening sound gets worse. Sirin begins to tear the body apart of the Toxicroak. Red eyes over towards the beeping Magnezone.[break][break]

She wants them to watch.[break][break]

Drac, on the other hand, continues to press the advantage, making sure he was between the Magnezone and the sniper. It's a game of keep away, and one that comes with a CRABHAMMER to bat the steel saucer out, as the trainer continues the assault.[break][break]

The knife may be blocked, but it's time to fight dirty. One knee moves towards the sniper's crotch, and if that doesn't work, a right hook to the side of the head. With the knife still in his left, that meant unless this guy has insane reaction time...[break][break]

Something was going to hit.[break][break]

"You do know this is your fault. Right?" They begin to taunt, getting closer, nearing his face.

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With all quiet and secure, it meant they could travel unabated and unimpeded. Well, at least for a time. But with Xiura and her Sableye taking care of that, it meant they had a straight shot; get in, place the misinformation within their stock, and port out. It's easy as day. But it wouldn't be enough. Not exactly.[break][break]

Things don't fall according to plans, and Drac's dug hole creates a quandry. For one, now there needed to be a reason for the hole, or it would be too obvious. So, once they get into the strategy room, Troy knew what he'd do.[break][break]

Once the information is deposited? He starts to rip open some stationary to their other missions. This gives a place for the hole now. They were just here to steal information.[break][break]

Two birds with one stone, Troy begins reading what he steals, and lets it fall onto the table.[break][break]

"Ready to go?"

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One was certain, no mater how far Troy was willing to go into the nest of the black widow, is that this was no poor spider, nor mouse. Troy was no victim to the web, they merely knew how to get out. They allow ensnarement within. Shortly, for just a time, they can enjoy something a little more heated. Ever since he came into this headspace, this mental... he hadn't enjoyed what he wanted.[break][break]

When the leg moves over towards his loins, the blue eyes move back up, and gaze at her. With Drac and Purrseus finding a means to 'evade' the scene in full... leading the brunette to respond. "Oh, I assure you. Caliope. By time we fully acquaint, the only thing you'll know for sure is my name. Though with how bad your memory seems to be, it might take you a few attempts."[break][break]

Troy finds purchase upon lips, as they react in kind. And with that... the tango of spiders begins...[break][break]

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It must be some time after that post aftercare bask, Troy having done his duty and ensured to get them both to the place they needed to be. Release feels nice, but it's completely different than what he recalls. It felt so strange. But ensuring that Karen was fully satisfied was, if nothing else, something he knew intimately how to do. At least. Thanks to knowing what women like.[break][break]

Still, it felt odd being the instigator this time. As soon as he's sat up, he leans against the wall, back pressed against, and just relaxes.[break][break]

There's no emotional attachment. It was a one night stand. All it ever needed to be. "Need a minute? Doubt we'll get much time to do the mission without daylight." A simple question.

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Troy could think of worse ways to spend the night. @sidney is vocal about her complaints. It was boring, sure, but at least it was in the company of someone they kinda knew? It's weird. She knows her, but they don't. Well, they do but...[break][break]

Story for another time, they suppose. Margaret did like Sidney though. Stands to reason, so does Troy.[break][break]

Eyeing the crowd, everything is fine, aside from the disembodied red or blue until Sidney remarks to Troy, now walking moments behind her, intent to swat him away... when Troy has done literally nothing. A little protective, hands in his pockets, he takes a breath.[break][break]

With a sharp inhale, he turns blue eyes around them, wanting to find the perpetrator himself, but finding no one. "Good question. Who indeed?" But there's nothing that was close enough to scare Sidney, or inform him of the source. Just... the wind. The night air. The markets.[break][break]

"Might as well play along. Red or blue?" Running a hand through his hair... just like her.

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The Gliscor really did pull his own. He'd give Drac a treat later, but as Sirin takes the nasty little LOW KICK, she lets the Toxicroak drop soon after, falling from very, very high, almost atop of the sniper, as Sirin swoops downwards in a bit of a nosedive, a spiral in the sky as Troy eventually swan dives off, and lands right in front of him, tucking and rolling to brace for the fall.[break][break]

Drac cackles, attempting a nasty little X-SCISSOR on Joules, as Troy comes in with his blade at the ready now, spinning it out as he races at Paxton. "Good eye. Let's fix that." Moving to slice it upwards at the sniper, wanting to take it out.[break][break]

Meanwhile, Sirin moves in to SWAGGER the Toxicroak, intent to make Tango hit harder, yes, but if the little frog shit is still alive, intending to make their life hell moving forward.[break][break]

An attack on all three fronts. Distract the Pokemon, go for the sniper himself. That was their main agenda. If they take an eye, well. Sniper should have moved better. Not Troy's problem, not Troy's horse.[break][break]

There's no taunting. No giddy glee. This is the job. And the job for Rocket meant this League member had to die. That simple. He hates getting his hands dirty.[break][break]

But a job's a job.

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It was too late to go back and finish the job by now. The bitter taste of defeat swishes in his mouth. An aggrivation, an irritation, an annoying pest. He would have to hunt her down another time. He had done his job, and done irreparable damage. That would be enough for her.[break][break]

Still. Flygirl was stronger than he could have anticipated. More Pokemon too. Just means he'll have to prepare a lot more in the future.[break][break]

As he flies atop Sirin, the Corviknight's eyes moving forward listlessly, the Rocket merely sighs.[break][break]

"Watch your back, little girl." he mutters to himself, before the two fly off to the distance, towards the shoreline...

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It was steamy now. She teases them, but Troy doesn't at all seem perturbed. Quite the contrary, actually. They seem interested. This petty bitch tango is meant for two, and a dip, and a twirl will lead to something greater. Though part of it is definitely that they are feeling something.[break][break]

A pressing need? Being a man now, it's like part of him just thought with his loins. It's irritating. But she's one of the types of women she once liked. Bitchy. Powerful. Unbearable. Nauseatingly attractive.[break][break]

When he goes first, he lets her see his ass as she wants, doing it as a courtesy to continue to dance.[break][break]

"Afraid I might not know how to get low?" Though her joke only has him raise a brow in defiance. With a confident smirk himself, he gives a confident look back. Her purr is sexy, and it is doing something in his mind.[break][break]

When she attempts to unzip her suit... his hands move to the zipper, and assists. A jacket to the floor, a tie undone now. A tilt of her head to the side as he responds in kind. "Yes... I do think those rocks are quite interesting..." His hands move to the sashay he plays, and he gets remarkably close.[break][break]

"Your move, Kyra." With the Gliscor now placing a claw in front of the Purrugly's face, Drac attempts to lead the cat a little away.

Ball was in her court.

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Ah. The warehouse in general. With it, trees holding their cover, Troy would stare at the lone guard who watched the front door. The first thought that enters his mind is execution, and as he pulls the gloves down, he waits kindly for the Sableye's return.[break][break]

"A single guard can help us with an alibi." Stalking through the night, he releases his Gliscor with a nod.[break][break]

"Tunnel in. 180 degrees from this spot deep within. While I handle this." The Gliscor, quietly begins to rip into the ground, tearing away and burrowing inside, as Troy stalks towards the front door, nary a sound.[break][break]

Until the sickening crunch that permeates the air.[break][break]

Three minutes of digging go by. Troy returns, holding up a pair of keys. "An alibi makes all the difference."

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A sickening strike made, Troy would watch the cries of a pathetic weakling dragon fall haplessly to the ground, the spiral sure to set this straight. He doesn't feel joy though. It's a job. A job he had done with deadly precision. Now, to see what she would d-[break][break]

Riding on the wing of a Flygon... was she mad? Blue eyes squint with intensity, watching from above, uncertain what she had planned, until what came did. The firing off of a BOOMBURST, leading to his eyes widening, and calling out. "Sirin-" Only realizing that the damage she already had was already more than he had intended.[break][break]

He'd done his job and caused this lone Ranger to suffer... time to cut his losses.[break][break]

Though he had to take cover behind Sirin and cover his ears, he pulled upwards, the devastating attack having Troy lag more and more, as he gazes back at her on his ascent. Crazy girl riding on the back of a Flygon as it may be, it was far too much damage for Sirin all at once, and so any more and he's likely going to nosedive.[break][break]

Eyes to the Charizard.[break][break]

They felt nothing.

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It's more practiced than Troy likes. It almost seems like it was professional, like the show wasn't over. They don't show a positive response, but it isn't like Troy is saying it's bad either. He just isn't. She should hold that pride for what she's done, after all. Confidence was attractive.[break][break]

It's banter. It's something she would have missed. Connecting. Sure, he was connecting to others, but most of the time it was in a more malicious context. Or professional. This was neither. It was just...[break][break]

It was just nice.[break][break]

Her question on his story has him ponder a moment. A gloved hand reaches for his cleanly shaven chin, the aroma of aftershave on his person. "I did." It's short, and he wants to say more, but it takes a moment to analyze her smile. It's...[break][break]

Nostalgic. "Bores me how simpleminded some people can be when a shot of tequila hits their system." he remarks plainly, his tone unchanging. His words seem cutting and sarcastic, but his tone just seems tired, uninspired. "Rather they leave me be."[break][break]

Without realizing it, he may have unintentionally hurt her feelings. But it doesn't seem to register.

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Someone wanted to enter in further, the doorknob rattling, as Dracula continues to press it closed. Eyes narrow forward, and once Blondie was away and promptly on the bed, he sets his whole back into the door, and responds in kind.[break][break]

"Occupied." Troy stated aloud for the person on the other end to hear, sliding downwards, sitting against the door as a doorstop. He doesn't show amusement, or discontent. Empty blue eyes look forward. And though the person on the otherside seems to get the memo, a little dejected, Troy's forced rejection ensures that any potential advance, consensual or not, was left at the door where it belonged.[break][break]

Though. A new conundrum occurs. Now, Troy had to talk to this woman. They were trapped in a room, alone together. Not the end result either of them wanted, but-[break][break]

"Don't worry about it."[break][break]

Troy doesn't bother to control his volume, because if the person on the other side bothered to try again, they were the stop. With a hand digging through their hair, they push it upwards through the brown locks, letting it fall back down.[break][break]

"Fun showing out there." A compliment cutting through a more awkward airspace. If nothing else, he could feign interest.

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Good. She took the bait. This will make it so much easier to break her willpower. Waiting for the right moment, Troy taps the Corviknight, to get at an angle that the little Ranger wouldn't expect, as he races to the side to her flank, and holds his Pokeball out.[break][break]

Before the strike comes in for the DRAGON CLAW, Troy returns Drac, and races from behind to attempt a deadlier STEEL WING, flying through the sky to force his way forward.[break][break]

The POWER TRICK'd Sirin would do a devastating amount of damage, if he connects.

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