Turn The Lights On

[[ oof-- Sorry about the lack of activity here!!! I’ll try to redeem that with this!

Shay glanced at the bucket under her for a second, noticing the ooze. She wanted to slam the lid shut a bit more but… something said not to.

“Oh wha’ th’ ‘ell.” she muttered with a frown. Perhaps something really was inside. Something slimy…

“’m gonna open it.” she stated, raising her brows and taking a deep breath. Hopefully it didn’t bite.

She perked open the lid, glancing at what would soon meet her…

!!

The ooze seemed to perhaps be alive? Maybe... it was a Pokemon?

Hayate clapped his hands together in an excited manner, positioning himself like a happy little kid over Shay and the mysterious bucket. He tapped her and tapped the bucket gently, trying to get her to open it. He wanted to see!

Oh!

Hayate jumped back at the sudden action of the woman. Taken aback by her reaction he tilted his head and shrugged. He was still quite interested in what might be lying inside it, however.

How curious...

Hayate had been on the lookout for a Pokemon of his that had wandered off. It left a little trail of bodily wax and he followed it through the vents to a bedroom.

Carefully removing the grate overhead he popped out his head to have a look around. Spotting his missing Pokemon, a tiny Litwick, as well as a peculiar young woman who had seemed to take notice of it hiding on her table.

He slipped out from the shaft and into the room with such skill he hardly made a sound. Rushing over to take her hands up and away from his Pokemon. He was quite alarmed by her confidence to try and pick the little thing up.

Alarmed and curious. Pulling her away for only a moment to pick up what belonged to him he turned back around. The Litwick happily tucked in hand and the woman still held in the other.

[[ anyone interested in a little starter call?

The clap of the hands had her jumping slightly. She was still on edge from this strange man tapping and approaching her, but she wasn’t afraid. Just cautious. She had to be full well knowing anybody could be after her blood.

As he leaned in close she could only lean backwards. Not repulsed, just… wary. Yes, wary, and she was so wary she continued staring, being able to glimpse his pink eyes within the sockets of his mask. 

“Uh…”

She was interrupted then as he pointed to the vent, to her, then back again.

She got the idea.

“Yer wan’ me t’go in there?” She questioned, leaning in slightly and perking a brow, tone curious if anything. No malice, no fear, just curiosity. “Why?”

Oh? Eh.. She misunderstood him!

How funny that was...

He tilted his head at her again in a sort of curious confusion before lifting it and shaking it, waving his arms as he did so. No, no. He did not want her to go crawling into the vent! That was silly! She was silly!

But he kind of liked that.

He eyed her like a Mandibuzz, taking her hand and pulling her out to the middle of the room a bit. Enough room now for him to spin circles around her in observation. Stopping in front of her once more but with his back to her.

He lifted his hands and traced out a smile with his fingers as he bent over backward to look at her. A redundant task with his mask already bearing a grin of its own. His posture now twisted and odd! A funny sight he hoped it was!

Balor was never really phased by other’s appearances. He didn’t find them really creepy or off putting, more just tall and lanky. And he was sure that the other wore a mask for a reason. He wasn’t about to question it. 

What he was questioning was the fact they were walking past them, heading straight for the bigger weights. “O-Oh, Hey now, you gotta learn to walk before you…….run…” “Wow….” He stared down at his hands. Only to smirk and look up. “Well…Talk about showing so damn initiative!” He turned to the others. “This is a perfect example of you can’t judge a book by a cover! This guy right here could creep up on someone and take them out no problem! Hell, with the weights he’s holding theres so much damn potential!”

He clapped his hands before waving to the other weights. “Well, get a move on, training begins now.” The other grunts grabbed the starter weights and started to work.  Letting Balor turn back to the other. “What’s your name grunt?” He asked  Curious if they were on to talk or not. 

Hayate stood proud at the praise he received! He did good! Good!!

He stared down at the agent, the barbells still in hand that he wasn’t straining at all to hold. Gleaming behind the mask with pride and shifting his weight with a happy little sway. Observing the muscular man as he spoke out to the other grunts in the room. Watching as he turned back to him and questioned.

Hayate paused his sway and dropped the weights with a surprisingly heavy clank and thud that shocked everyone in the room for a moment. Just how much weight was on those barbells anyhow? Nevertheless he tilted his head, lifting his arms and hands into a contemplative position. Taking a short moment to sit and thinking before moving suddenly again.

Whipping a hand behind him and into his back pocket he dug around for a minute before pulling out a special little card. He held out the little laminated card to the agent with such a dramatic pose. The card was a name tag! Written upon it was nanori that read ‘Hayate’, his name!

“Alright Grunts! Listen up!”  Balor’s voice bellowed over the small crowd. Seeming to vary from short to tall, and skinny to thick. It was a good crowd in his eyes. Gave him variety and flexibility on what he was capable of teaching.

“Today, were going to start some Physical training! Not only do your Pokemon have to be strong, but so do you! After all, say your pokemon are incapacitated and your standing their with your pants down, all alone? Your going to be sent blasting off like so many others before you.”

His voice was stern, orderly. … A little weird, but it still had a cheerful edge to it. 

“So let’s hit those weights! Strong body equals strong mind! And Team Rocket can’t afford to have any weaklings….YOU!” He pointed straight at Hayate. Especially since he stood out more than the rest. 

“Your going to be my partner! My assistant!” He grinned ear to ear. “Come on over here and let’s show the rest of the class how to properly lift weights.”

Ohh, curious!

The freakish grunt stepped forward from the back of the crowd, as he did the others took notice and seemed a bit off-put by his appearance. He paid them no mind, however, focusing on the peculiar man at the front.

Tilting his head as he came to a sudden halt beside Balor, letting his gaze trail from the bearded man over to the weights in question. The weights were simple little dumbbells, they were like lifting a feather to him. Curious, though, that they would be lifting such weak weights... oh!

Now those would be perfect!

Hayate strode past the beginner weights over toward the the heavier and more advanced barbells. Not at all what the class was to be working with just yet, alas, Hayate knew no better. Lifting up one with one hand and then another, weights from a previous session having already been placed upon the ends. He beamed behind the mask as he carried them back over with ease.

Hayate peered around a hall corner, eying the training room at the end of it intently. He watched the doors swing open and closed as grunts came and went. A few of which who took notice of the masked grunt watching from a distance and walked away quickly, unnerved by the staring.

He was curious about the room, and one could even say he was perhaps a little bit afraid of it. However, when a particularly big rocket came booming down the hall with laughter and a small following of other grunts, his curiosity overrode that presumed “fear“ he had for the room.

Oohh! He loved that reaction!

Clapping his hands in a mock happiness before lifting back up into the vent only to then slither back out in full. Staring down at the peculiar woman before him. There was so much he was fascinated about by her. He wanted to know and to see more from her!

He leaned in close, towering over her as he observed, furious green eyes being met with bright pink eyes glinting curiously from behind the mask. He watched her for a moment, backing up and tilting his head as the question came. He had no words to give to her and instead he lifted his hands.

Pressing his fingers to his chest with one hand and with the other he looked up and pointed at the vent. Turning back down he moved the hand from the vent and pointed toward her, all the while the hand on himself remained.