if it weren't for the fact that they were late, and this was still a rocket beast, kasper would have been less intimidated by the fact that he's apparently demolishing some fast food. like, absolutely fucking the fries up. there's also the fact that he doesn't look to happy about it, which kasper can only assume is because they're late.

the silence that falls almost reminds them of some fucked up version of a job interview, except they're sure they would be sweating bullets if it was possible. maybe even if it wasn't possible.

"yes, sir..?" they're so bad at this. they're just horrible at this. maybe if this rocket beast is nice, he'll kill them before the embarrassment from this whole thing has the chance to.

"not...reallyyy?" they start in response to his question, before their nerves kick in and they're adding on a last-second, twice-as-halfhearted as before "sir."

Tempest Quinn

the burnerrr

accepting gift!

if anyone asked kasper the top ten things they had never expected to do as a rocket grunt, they think that being tasked with getting rid of ghosts would have been at least one of the top five. maybe even the top three. probably the top three. they had been expecting something more serious- not that this wasn’t- but it was sort-of kind-of a relief for now.

if they ignored the fact that ghosts, and ghost pokemon, scared the living shit out of them- the consequence of watching countless possession movies since they were a kid.

to their credit, though, they don’t jump out of their skin when someone walks through the entrance of the dormitory. they almost do, and for a second they feel like their heart stops before they’re reminding themself that this woman probably (hopefully?) isn’t a ghost, and that they’re fine.

“that’d be me!” they manage, surprisingly cheerful in an attempt to ignore the anxiety they felt about this whole thing. “so…ghost hunting, huh?”

ameena abadi

between them and whoever thought to ask, suddenly being summoned by a beast had, in no uncertain terms, freaked kasper the hell out. were they like…about to die or something? admittedly, they had no idea what this was really meant for, and they didn’t know much about the routine of rocket grunts- a downside of joining mostly out of spite, they supposed.

they…try not to keep the beast- tempest- waiting, but it’s way too easy for them to lose track of time and by the time they give a glance to the clock they’re already five minutes behind schedule.

“ohshit.”

a total of five minutes after that, they’re charging through the doors of the training room with an audino half-clinging to their leg. they stop in their tracks just as quickly, try to look like they haven’t just ran the whole way there, and gather what’s left of their pride.

“sorry i’m late. I lost track of time and-” deciding that shutting the hell up is their best course of action, they stop rambling and focus on stretching out a hand for a handshake. “I’m kasper thaler. the one you asked for.”

and hopefully the only one.

Tempest Quinn

Name: kasper thaler
OOC: cherry
Skills: talking and fighting. kasper's father isn't in hoenn, but i imagine him to have some sort of power in / associated with league (so they're the opposite of a nepo baby). kasper themself just gets into a lot of fights, and has been since their brother died. they're not dead yet, so that probably means smth for their skill!
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