#blastingxff

Another plan gone awry, another plateful of failure for dinner tonight. Jessie and Meowth trudge into their hideout, frog march, really-- it’s as though that failure has turned into a shroud, a cloud that hangs overhead, threatening to break into a storm. 

It matches the storm Meowth currently feels in his chest, the frustration that mounts. This is just the eye of the storm, and he knows the second Jessie opens her mouth (and she always does, his girl), he’s going to crack like a flash of lightning in the sky. 

He slams the door shut behind them, doesn’t bother to pay attention to the way it shakes the foundation they’d carefully built.

Thank goodness James knows how to read the room, and has left it.

“I don’t want to fight you! Even if I stood a chance without my Pokemon, it’d make you even later to the assembly than you are. Why do you think I got your attention like that?!”

Serena nervously held the newspaper in the air. While Jessie hadn’t gotten it yet, Serena was small enough that she’d probably get it on her next try. I just needed her to make it on time, I hope she doesn’t hurt me... but I’m prepared to fight back if she does.

“Hey, remember when you were written out of the show and everyone forgot about you?”

“That was rough back there... Glad we came out in one piece...”

Ashe sat cross legged as he gently tended to Jessie’s wounds. Once he finished bandaging the minor scratches, he began wrapping her shoulder.

They had been assigned to each other for a heist at a poke center but things went south and the two had to retreat. Both had taken a beating and now Ashe was patching up the young woman.

In all honesty, Ashe felt bad that Jessie had gotten so hurt. Normally, he didn’t care for his co-workers but..Jessie is so young...And seemed so uneasy since she wasn’t with her normal partners. It bothered Ashe seeing such young members in Team Rocket, considering he’s a father. He couldn’t help but want to watch over them more...