Flash of Yellow

Well, he couldn’t deny that he was interested.  Against his better judgment and her good advice.  He seemed to have a fondness for the more difficult Pokemon.  Charmander, Pikachu, Squirtle…not exactly the most agreeable partners, at one point in time.  They were undeniably smart — the problem was getting their respect. 

So when Yellow tapped his arm, he looked where she pointed, and slowly made his way over to the cage holding a grey and black puppy with rather spiky fur and impressively large fangs.  He could certainly see the resemblance to its final evolution as he held a hand up to the muzzle poking through the bars. 

At the mention of the good in other Grunts, Red tilted his head gently to one side.  He hadn’t met that many people here who were evil through and through — he’d always thought that, when he was young, tearing through the ranks of Rockets; it was a bit of a relief, knowing that he’d been so wrong back then, especially since Team Rocket just kept coming back.  So he hoped that these Pokemon wouldn’t be hurt. 

But of course trying to be nice didn't help, as soon enough he darted out into the room and right past her, glaring between her and Red with a defiant yet still somewhat fearful look. 

"No, it's okay! We're not going to do-- We're not giving you that, okay? This is Red. He wants to play with you! I promise that nothing bad will happen, okay?" 

Poochyena gave her a look that said yeah right before turning to Red, electing to stay still for a moment and merely study him. He'd never seen this human before, after all, and he just wanted to make sure it was clear he was man of the kennels and assert his dominance before Red decided he could boss Poochyena around. 

Yellow sighed. "Just like I thought...But at least he isn't really growling yet. Just trying to glare and use Intimidate like his future evolved form..." 

You attracted more Pokemon with honey than vinegar, after all. Coming off as the cheerful nice guy had it’s perks. The mask was easy to slip on and fit like a glove- presumably because it had been completely genuine at one point. Still, there were times when the brunette wasn’t quite sure whether he was acting or actually feeling the emotions he tried so hard to portray. Like right now, for instance.

"It isn’t a problem at all!" He replied, returning the smile. "I saw that he was givin’ you trouble, so it’d only be natural that I’d go and try to lend a hand and whatnot." At least for Blair, anyways. He wasn’t quite sure how majority of Team Rocket’s members would have reacted if they happened to stumble across a similar sight.

And a chance to make friends? In Yellow's book, that was always welcomed. "Thanks to all the foreign Grunts we're managing to get a lot of Pokemon I've never really dealt with before, so I'm not always sure how to take care of them properly. I'm going to do my best, though!" 

Once the little one was all dried off she ushered him to his cage, locking it up with a satisfied sigh as she tossed the towel into her laundry basket, making a mental note to go and wash all the used towels soon since they were starting to make a rather large pile. 

"Thank you, sweetheart. I’m very glad you’re up for it. Now… It’s been a while since I’ve done something like this, so you may have to remind me what we’ll need. Do you have any requests for supplies, or any additional Pokemon we might need? I don’t think we’d have any trouble getting that." 

She was very well-accustomed to that kind of environment though, and could often survive without any of those things merely because of her powers and bonds with nature. So ultimately she didn't feel too much concern. 

But the last time she’d been to the museum was when she was still young, as a class trip.  It had been a wonder to her young mind — and in particular, the fossils.  She still remembered the Aerodactyl skeleton they had hanging from the ceiling — it had sparked her imagination back then to the possibilities.  Of course, that had been before the fossil restoration technology had existed.  There wasn’t as much room for imagination when fossils could become living, breathing, Pokemon again.

Of course, this time she was here for a decidedly different purpose.  She still got to see fossils — but this time she got to handle them, too.  …which was illegal.  But that was the whole point, wasn’t it?

She adjusted her backpack nervously, hearing the soft shift of foam beads under the sharper rustle of papers.  She’d gone without her familiar lab coat today, adopting the guise of a university student preparing a report — hopefully it would allow her to get the backpack in (though she didn’t recall security being all that impressive). 

She glanced around, making sure no one was in immediate earshot before moving closer to the older woman and attempting to look as serious as possible. "Um...I've never stolen, before." Now her voice was normal. "S-So this is kind of...Out of my usual range of skills. I still want to do my best, but...I have no idea what to do." 

Honesty was the best policy, she thought to herself with an internal frown. "I have a feeling your backpack is what's gonna carry the fossils, right? So...We just need to be able to sneak them in there without getting noticed. I'm small, so if need be I can do the sneaking around...Hmm..." 

Of course, a moment later the canine managed to break free, looking more like a ball of tangled dark gray fur than a Pokemon. If the situation wasn’t so serious- or if it wasn’t being taken in such a serious manner- Blair most likely would have laughed at the sight. It wasn’t long before the Dark type headed in his direction and, despite his best efforts to appear as such, the trainer found it impossible to find the Poochyena remotely intimidating.

"A-ha! Gotcha!" She looked triumphant, forcing the little Pokemon down in her lap so he wouldn't continue to struggle. Once she managed to grudgingly get him calmer, Yellow looked up at Blair with a bright smile despite looking like she'd just been whipped by both Whirpool and Whirlwind. 

"Thank you! It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but it worked! I'm so glad, too...Honestly, I don't know what this little one's problem is but he just doesn't like listening to me unless I use my powers..." 

She focused on drying as she spoke, Poochyena no longer trying as much to put up a fight even though he clearly looked disgruntled. "Now I feel like I owe you one, ehe...If there's ever anything I can do to repay you for this, just let me know!" 

One hand came up to fix her now-matted blonde hair, sighing as she came to the realization she'd have to comb it out when she was done for the day.