[BATTLE] LESSA VS 232

[lou]

ROUND 3
LESSA VS. 232
BATTLE COMMENCE

[damian]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] It had been no cake walk getting to the lab, and that was probably the first thing 232 would tell Nedra when or if he got back. Even without his impeccable directional skills (that is to say, lack thereof) coming into play, the emergency methods meant to keep people like him out hadn't exactly been fun. If 232 never ran into another booby trap again in his life it would be way too soon. He sniffed as he slid the discarded laptop into his backpack, and oh was that a bad idea. It hurt, actually. 232 wiped the back of his wrist across his nose, and through the flickering light he could see that he’d come away with chips of dried blood. To be honest, the Rocket had been pretty damn lucky this time, what with only winding up with a bloody nose for texting on the job. Especially for having gone solo this time around. He didn’t stop with the laptop. Heading for a file cabinet, 232 shrugged the backpack over his shoulder, hoping maybe he could get some different kinds of classified information, just in case. It was hard to concentrate, considering the blood spattered walls, the flickering lights, the dead bodies he’d had to step over when he’d arrived. What a fucking waste, on the part of luxies and noxies both. He wondered if the gas mask in his pack would help with the smell, and to be honest he should be wearing it, but it had made it hard to see what he was supposed to be paying attention to in the lab. He started with a yank on the cabinet handle, but it was locked. The giant piece of junk rattled, and 232 tried one more time just out of sheer stubbornness before motioning to Magost. "A little help?" The Hypno paused, before reaching out and pulling for him with a Psychic. There was an earsplitting screech as the drawer pulled forward, and the young man stumbled back with force behind the sudden compliance. Then, he stepped forward again, letting the pack slide back off his shoulder. If nothing else, maybe the documents could supply extra padding for the laptop. Maybe there was something else he could nab, too. Not just information, but expensive equipment Rocket could find handy or ... Well. It wasn’t like he’d get caught, anyway. Everything would probably be fine just as long as he didn't bleed on anything. That was how it always had been with 232, even long before the number. Just this once. Just one more time. Just a little joyride; they’d never know. Just a little faster ... And the next thing he knew he just couldn’t get rid of the smell of burning rubber and the feeling of smoke in his lungs. words 441 tags tikva as lessa notes hypno used psychic to help open the file cabinet. let me know if i did anything wrong, and let's have fun this round.
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[lessa]

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[cs=3] ✲ AMB Tanz

[damian]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] 232 could hear the dogs, and he cringes but keeps packing. Hands aren't shaking yet, but he's not about to wait until they are and so he's not checking to make sure the folders hold valuable information like he'd planned. If he's lucky, they won't wind up being nothing but dead weight when he gets back to the base. If he gets back. He could hear them coming, so he forced the zipper closed, tried not to panic when it almost got stuck. Then there's her voice and when he jumped there was a bark of a laugh, oxygen pouring into his lungs. He didn't have time to pull the pack back over his shoulder as he stumbled back from the surprise of her reaching him so soon. Magost was watching now, but there are two dark types and trainer and psychic-type were both keenly aware the Hypno was of little to no use, here. No amount of telepathy would have been necessary to communicate that much. "So I am." He glanced at her uniform, and then to the dogs. There's no point looking her in the eye. One of them was a houndoom; his smile widened. She probably has a gun; luxies always have guns. He was a sitting duck. There's almost no point in reaching for a pokeball, either, because luxies are usually better stocked than Rockets. 232's not a good enough Rocket to earn a gun, and even if he was he probably wouldn't have used it. Or maybe even brought it. He forced the smile into a grin and opened his arms, his palms raising in an attempt to either keep her calm or catch her off guard, because being defensive wasn't going to help him out here. "Don't suppose there's any way you'd let me by?" Because, uh, Rock Tunnel isn't really an option. She probably wouldn't think so, either, what with that big red R on his chest. What a time to be in uniform. For the moment, the pack was still in front of him, at least partially obscuring the letter from view. words idk tags tikva as lessa notes whoops
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[lessa]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-left: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; width: 20px;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,border: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed;] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dotted; padding-left: 4%;]Bite off more than you can chew? [style=background: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x220/FireflyK/Lessa%20-%20LF/images_zpsbc64627f.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center center; border-radius: 66px; border: 1.5px #f2bc1c dotted; height: 75px; width: 75px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] She doesn’t bother to wait for the usual rush of adrenaline. This kid- because her original insult turned out to be an accurate observation, actually- isn’t actually an opponent. He’s certainly on the side she opposes, and he’s here on a mission (because what the hell else would he be doing out here?) but he’s not really a fighter, is he? He’s got one lone pokemon beside him, and he didn’t even have a lookout. Rather than drawing her gun, Lessa shakes her head, eyeing the kid. She’s not about to patch him up, but she’s not going to take him down, either. There’s no need to put a bullet in a man who’s no threat. Besides, even if he’s accompanied only by a sole Pokemon, it’s evolved, so perhaps he has some potential. “You know I can’t do that,” she says, and sighs. “Take a seat, kid.” She points to a chair instead of the floor, a small bit of mercy. “You gonna tell me how I’m a destroyer of lives and suppressor of freedom, or are you in this for the money?” With the backpack in the way, she can't see the R on his shirt. [/style]	[atrb=style,border-top: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-right: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; width: 20px;]
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[cs=3] ✲ AMB Tanz

[damian]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] No gun this time. She wasn't trying to outright kill him. Uh. Oookay. 232 wasn't really sure what to do with that. There wasn't much he could do, though, really. Yet. 232 signaled for the Hypno to stay put, and made his way to the chair. If it did turn into an attack, Magost would need the time to react and space might give him that. 232 tried to ignore that there'd be no way for the psychic-type to outrun the dogs. This lady could look down on him all she wanted, as long as she didn't outright attack. If he was going to get out of there, he'd need to wait for his chance. Only an absolute moron would go gun-ho right now. "Not much point in calling you names. As long as you don't shoot me, anyway." And he's wasn't going to acknowledge the money question, because he's not about to get into explaining his paycheck to a complete stranger. That just didn't sound like a good idea. When he reached the chair, he shouldered the bag in a thoughtless gesture and sat down. Oops. "Or worse." While 232's not the most imaginative person, he at least understands there are probably worse options than whatever he can think up. words idk tags tikva as lessa notes whoops
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made by zetta

[lessa]

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[cs=3] ✲ AMB Tanz

[damian]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] He had to stop mid-thought and rewind a bit just to catch up with what she was saying, something that manifested in an oh-so-eloquent, "Uh?" But then he finally started to catch on, and he wasn't angry but he wasn't sure why this was relevant, either. Then the offer reached his ears. And 232 started to speak again but he stopped, and that smell was back but he blamed it on the Houndoom's presence. Yeah, that must have been what made his lips curl back again in a smile that didn't quite fit. Healthcare and pay sounded good, yeah, but that wasn't why 232 was in Rocket, now was it? It's his turn to laugh, but it wasn't jeering, maybe could even have been mistaken for lighthearted. He leaned back against the seat, the backpack offering extra padding but not overmuch. Maybe that's what helped the words out. Or maybe it's that he was looking at her, then, not the horned dog that could breathe fire at any moment. "I'm pretty sure they wouldn't take me." He doesn't go into what he knows of 362's story, either. Or the bits and pieces he's caught on to, anyway. Just ... wasn't really his to share. words idk tags tikva as lessa notes whoops
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[lessa]

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[atrb=style,border-top: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-left: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; width: 20px;]	[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,border: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed;] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dotted; padding-left: 4%;]Bite off more than you can chew? [style=background: url(http://i186.photobucket.com/albums/x220/FireflyK/Lessa%20-%20LF/Picture13ICON_zps850a93be.png); background-repeat: no-repeat; background-position: center center; border-radius: 66px; border: 1.5px #f2bc1c dotted; height: 75px; width: 75px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;] [/style] “You’d be surprised,” Lessa says, and from anyone else it’d be a wry statement. But no, Lessa’s straightforward, she means it, and she doesn’t say it with regret or resentment. “If you’re willing to change and if there’s something you can do for us-“ It’s not her way to try to talk people into things. She crosses her arms, standing in front of him. “Try it. Sell it to me. Convince me I should invite you in to Lux.” [/style]	[atrb=style,border-top: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-bottom: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; border-right: 1.5px #f2bc1c dashed; width: 20px;]
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[cs=3] ✲ AMB Tanz

[damian]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][cs=3][atrb=style, width: 360px; border-right: 20px solid; border-left: 20px solid; ] 232 was trying to wipe the dried blood off his nose and upper lip when Lessa invited him to talk, actually. He stared for a moment, like a young child who had been asked to speak at the dinner table with their mouth full of food. There was a pause. He had something up his sleeve, okay? Literally. Babiri's pokeball was attached to a wristband. But that would be most useful if she trusted him enough to get close. "... Well, uh." Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. The shoes he was wearing actually fit, and the Muk would probably ruin them. In a war zone, shoes that fit were kind of a big deal. "I mean, I got here mostly unharmed, didn't I?" If he could distract her, he could use that thing he swiped off of a lux soldier. It has teleport, and he can just start off new from wherever it takes him. If he could convince it that it wanted to. 'Poor thing was kinda scared last he'd checked. "And, most of the soldiers I ran into didn't see me coming." Except for, obviously, whatever got him in the nose. He tried not to leave room to dwell on that. If worse came to worst, he'd go along with her and then slip away the moment an opening came along. Which it would. Now, though, he lowered his hand, straightened, and raised his chin as high as he could for, uh, having no choice but to look up to the woman. She had pretty eyes. Focus! "I won't kill though. Rocket never liked that, and I'd guess that'd probably be a deal breaker for lux, too." Hey, luxies hadn't exactly done much to impress 232, either. When 232 finally makes a point in having a say, it's going to be in that he's leaving with his loot. He worked too hard for it to just leave it behind. words idk tags tikva as lessa notes whoops
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[lessa]

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[cs=3] ✲ AMB Tanz

[abyss]

VICTOR: 232

500 WEP to Nox