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 Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 11:46 pm
((Note: Credit for thread title goes entirely to Tinnunculus.))
Rumor had it that while a long-time executive was being sent away from Team Rocket on urgent business, at the same time it was said that another was returning to base. Though it seemed the latter would have little knowledge of the former, it was also rumored that both executive agents had, at least at some point in time, been 'romantically involved'. Thus, the latter appeared to be the ideal source of information regarding the former's whereabouts and reasons for being sent off.
According to Team Rocket's database, 'the latter' was referred to as Executive Agent Nadja. According to various witness accounts and tidbits of well-cycled gossip, the best chance of catching her was on a very early morning at the base's pool on the second basement floor.
Thus, naturally, it was on this particular floor that the information gatherer, Grunt Nakura, could be found on one such morning. His final leg cast had finally been removed, making his use of crutches no longer a necessity. His broken bones were all healed, as was the stab wound to his side and the injured fingers Kunai had stepped on some weeks before. This allowed his abnormally skinny body to don a pair of swimming trunks and sit in the shallow end of the pool, awaiting the executive agent.
As he waded in the water, slowly swinging his legs back and forth while he sat on the steps, Nakura went over a quick mental list of what he had learned of Executive Nadja previously until this point. Besides the rumors, there were the facts. He knew she spoke Russian along with several other languages, but he had good reason to suspect that Russian was her first. He knew the woman was highly-respected and that her previous job had been to oversee the labs.
But besides the things he already knew, there were the things he wanted to know. So many things; everything. Why had she been gone from the base so long? Where had she been? What had she been doing there? Why was she back now? Had she really put Agent Panther on janitorial duties for so long just for talking back to her? He wanted to confirm a rumor and know how in the world this woman - if said rumor was true - managed to put up with Seth as not just a coworker, but a boyfriend.
Still, first things first. He had to meet the woman, and as reliable as he liked to consider his information, Nakura couldn't be one hundred percent sure she would show up. Even if she did, there was no telling just how much information she would be willing to divulge to a lowly grunt. Who knew if and how much of Nakura's reputation among his fellow Rockets had already reached Nadja? No sense in counting his chickens before they hatched.
So, instead, the man just waited in the water, splashing with his legs a little in anticipation every now and then.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 12:13 am
Izaya didn't have too long to wait. The executive kept to a fairly regular - even regimented - schedule even at an early hour such as this, and it wasn't long before the sound of bare feet on tile echoed over the quiet lap-lap of the water and his target appeared, letting the towel she carried drop on the bench along the wall.
She was a tallish woman with rosy-tinged skin and ruddy hair that, when it wasn't darkened and weighted down from a pre-pool shower, probably fell a bit below chin-length, and wore a black one-piece swimsuit that contrasted with her warm coloring. Like the vast majority of Rockets she was in decent shape and moved with a certain self-assurance rare in woman younger than their mid-twenties as she approached the water, a Pokeball in hand as she skimmed over her surroundings.
When she saw Izaya she arched a brow - not only at the presence of another person at this hour, but the fact that he seemed to have been here for at least some time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 8:03 am
The grunt's head whipped around at the sound of the newcomer's approach, just in time to see her towel drop. He regarded her form with the casual scrutiny of an average stranger, careful not to let his gaze linger on (any particular part of) her for too long. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea, after all. Her pokeball was taken into extra consideration.
When his eyes met hers, Nakura greeted her with his usual smile - a smile neither condescending nor amicable. It was not even a smile of pleasure or a smile that could be called eerie or refreshing. Nakura's smile was the sort that made the observer think that it only served to conceal his emotions.
"Hey," he said simply, raising a hand. "I hope I'm not intruding upon your personal pool time, miss." The grunt tilted his head slightly. "I take it you came here this early in the hopes of having it to yourself. My apologies." Pushing himself up off the step he had been seated on, the man stepped out of the water and went to retrieve a towel. "I'll be out of your hair in a minute."
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