Rime & Azabelle Pokemon RP

[Azabelle]

Cross narrowed his eyes. "It doesn't matter if you don't know what's going on. If word gets out that you saw this, somebody might get suspicious." He muttered. He stood up and walked around the table to the boy. Standing in front of him, he stared down. "Give me your pokemon." He demanded, holding his hand out to the boy. Thew other members were watching with a dark look in their eyes. "For now the meeting is over. I'll take care of this child." He added. The Team Rocket members got up and started to leave after reapplying their disguises and hiding their symbol.

Soon Cross was left with the boy, even the pokemon blocking the doorway were gone but the door was closed now. "What's your name?" He added with a sigh. He hated being so cruel toward an innocent bystander but as the leader of Team Rocket, that was his job. He really wasn't meant to be here and wouldn't be if it wasn't for his dad having been the past boss. He knew he was going to have to keep this boy here. There was no way he could let him go now. "You won't be getting that badge." He added, frowning.

[Rime]

The smaller boy was on the verge of tears. He was trembling where he stood the whole time, not moving even an inch. Even when Cross stood high and mighty before him, and demanded he surrender his Pokemon, the young trainer just stood there, frozen in fear and terror. He could feel his feet getting cold, and his hands were shaking like there was no tomorrow. He didn't know what to do. He kept his eyes away, still trying his best not to keep any form of eye contact. With the two of them alone in the room, the boy found himself staring at the shoes of the person in front of him.

He wished he could get out of the place. His mind focused on wishing very hard that he'd wake up from this nightmare, or that the person standing in front of him would just suddenly vanish. The boy did not notice the words Cross was telling him.

"What'll happen to me? Will I die here?" Countless thoughts entered his mind, as if he were about to die. "This wouldn't have happened if I didn't become a trainer! This was a bad idea after all! Dying at 19 is too early! Why has it come to this?!"

"Ren. M-my name's R-ren..." he suddenly blurted out. Ren had absolutely no idea why he told him his name. He finally raised his head and looked at Cross; all the while clenching his teeth and just barely fighting back his own tears.

[Azabelle]

Cross frowned. "Ren, huh? Well I'm sorry you have to go through this but I can't have you destroying my reputation." He growled. Suddenly there was a noise from the back of the room. Cross glanced back to see his Ampharos getting up and looking pitiful. It's ears were drooped, his eyes tired as it lumbered over to Cross. The gym leader's expression faltered into worry and he knelt down, reaching out and accepting the electric type. "I'm sorry you feel bad." He sighed, knowing the Ampharos just wanted attention and for somebody to feel sorry for her. Cross turned an angry glare on Ren. "Give me your pokemon." He demanded, holding his hand out again since the boy hadn't done anything when he asked the first time.

Cross wondered what he'd do with this Ren boy. Maybe send him off to a different headquarters for a memory wipe. No, no, his psychic division was situated in Sinnoh right now for a mission so there would be no mind-wipers nearby. Maybe he could toss him in a jail cell and leave him there. No, that'd be too cruel for a boy who didn't know what he had done wrong. "I'll be keeping you here. If you try to escape I'll hunt you down." He stated with a frown tugging at the corner of his lips. He was really upset he was put in this kind of situation and he wasn't sure how to handle it. He wasn't the cruel Team Rocket boss that everybody wanted him to be.

[Rime]

Wanting all of this to be over as soon as possible, Ren fetched from his bag the pokeball containing his Bidoof; the one which he had caught in the route preceding this town.

"I'm sorry Bunbun. But this is for the best." He whispered apologetically to the pokeball that he was holding tightly in his hand. Being the least useful, he decided that it was the best choice. Ren scoffed. "I couldn't care less as to what will happen to me anymore." Ren thought as he looked at the older boy. "He doesn't look like a bad guy to begin with." The trainer sighed. The look of concern on his face for his Ampharos made it almost seem as if he was...

In any case, as Cross attended to his Ampharos, he tossed the pokeball containing Bidoof on the ground. He watched it bounce one more time before rolling and stopping before Cross's feet. For a second there, he was hoping it would hit his leg. After the mention that he was going to stay here longer that he had expected, Ren circled around the two them and made his way toward the long table. He pulled out the side chair nearest the exit and sat on it, then stared at the opposite wall with an expressionless, if not a disappointed, face.

[Azabelle]

Cross took the pokeball and looked at it. He had learned that stealing was the only way to become successful anymore so he didn't feel too terribly bad about it. He hooked it to his belt before standing up. His Ampharos crawled over to Ren and sat up to look at him sadly. It cooed at him and placed it's paws on his leg. Cross eyes the Ampharos almost suspiciously, wondering why she was so interested in this boy. She was just seeking more attention it seemed. Though he felt bad since she was ill, she could be a bit of an attention hog and a handful at times. "I'm not cruel so you'll still have food and things like that, I just...can't let you out. I hope you understand." He said quietly. He walked over to some papers at the head of the table and glanced through them a bit before turning away from Ren and scribbling things down on the pages.

"You're still a beginner then...? Have you heard much about Team Rocket?" He asked suddenly, his back still to Ren. He should have just left the room and locked the door behind him but something kept him there, talking with the boy. Maybe it was guilt that made him stay there, he wasn't sure.

[Rime]

"Can't let you out...can't let out...can't." The words the older boy spoke echoed in his ears, and the way he said it made it really clear that Cross didn't have any intention on letting him go anytime soon. A frown appeared on Ren's face as the young trainer sighed. He was confused as to why Cross was willing to go through all the trouble when he could just let him go. If only he'd believe in his claim that he really didn't know what in the world happened...

"Is it that bad?" Ren wondered as his eyes surveyed the rest of the room. "Why wouldn't they let me go just for seeing them? Are they holding a surprise party for someone? Not that I would know them..." Random thoughts made their way in and out of the young boy's mind, trying to figure out why Cross would go to such lengths just to keep him put. "Kidnapping?!" He froze in his seat for a moment. "...nah."

"Have you heard much about Team Rocket?" asked the other boy seated on the other end of the long table.

Ren shook his head, not noticing that Cross wasn't even looking at him. "If you're expecting an answer from me, then the only rocket I know of is the kind propelled by fuel." He glanced at the other end of the table and noticed that the older boy was busy with paperwork. He was scribbling things down with a pen, and Ren was now somehow glad that Cross was occupied with something that isn't him. The young trainer found himself just staring at the other boy in the room and watched as he wrote. His hand didn't have a firm grip; and Ren quickly noticed it as a sign of inexperience. The way he wrote was really different from his grandfather, who had a job of keeping a daily tally of the things back home.

"He definitely doesn't look like a bad guy." He whispered to himself, sighing the process. "Guess looks can really be deceiving."

Ren placed both of his hands on his head when he noticed the Ampharos nearby. Recalling how it got here, Ren suddenly became curious why it was out of its Pokeball in the first place. That, and why it was still walking about.

"Why is it just roaming around?" Ren asked Cross, pointing at the electric Pokemon.

[Azabelle]

Cross tapped his pen on the table, glancing over with a frown when Ren said he had never heard of Team rocket before. They were fairly popular...then again they were practically wiped out all those years ago when a trainer named Red played the hero. But they had regrown and most adults and well-informed kids knew who Team Rocket was. But if he let Ren go then word might get out that he had a gathering here. Cross couldn't allow that to happen. He had an image to keep up. A job to protect.

"Hmm?" He glanced up as Ren asked about his Ampharos. "Oh her? She's never been officially caught. She's been my best friend since I was li-...." He had a dreamy look on his face as he thought about it but then he snapped out of it and glared at Ren. "What are you trying to do? I'm not telling you anything else..." He muttered, looking away stubbornly. Cross was always eager to talk about his pokemon but he couldn't risk getting close to Ren, telling him everything even if the information wasn't super personal or embarrassing.

He was told how dangerous it was to leave her without a pokeball...considering she could be captured at any time by another trainer but he'd never allow that to happen. Whether it was by misunderstanding or on purpose, she could be stolen away from him. She didn't like the pokeball though so he wouldn't force her. He was really too soft on the Ampharos, spoiling her. He glanced over at the Ampharos who was insistantly trying to climb onto Ren's lap despite the fact that she was nearly as big as he was.

[Rime]

"What'll happen if I do this?"

Without giving it a second thought, Ren dug out an unused Pokeball from his bag and, with an evil grin on his face, tossed it high up into the air; the ball then bounced off the electric Pokemon's back once before it fell onto the ground. As the ball stopped rolling, a bright light suddenly emerged from it, enveloping the Ampharos with its light. Ren felt the weight on his lap slowly subside as the Pokemon's outline went inside the Pokeball. The ball then began shaking for a while, before it ultimately stopped. Ren's eyes widened in shock.

"T-This can't be g-good." He thought, as he sneaked a quick peek at Cross. He didn't actually think it'd get captured! Cross was bound to turn this way any second now, and Ren couldn't possibly imagine what he'll do to him. "I just dug my own grave." Ren slipped off the chair he was on and fidgeted for the ball on the floor. He began sweating and shaking like crazy, hoping that he'd be able to let out the Pokemon before its owner could even notice. He fumbled on the floor, grabbed the ball with his right hand, and froze.

"...How do I even let the Pokemon out?!" He panickingly whispered to himself. With his body on all fours, he attempted to dribble the Pokeball on the ground, even whispering "Go..uh...yellow Pokemon!"

[Azabelle]

Cross blinked as he heard a noise that sounded like a click as the pokemon was captured. He glanced over, seeing the boy on all fours. The gym leader jumped up suddenly as he noticed his Ampharos was missing. He looked around, wondering where she went and why the boy was on the ground like that. "What are you doing down there-...?" He froze as he saw the pokeball. Instantly he put together what had happened. A look of despair came over his face and then he grew angry.

"What did you do?" He snapped, bristling. He grabbed the boy's arm, yanking him up and to his feet. "Do you realize what you've done? Did you think you were being funny capturing her like that?" He snapped at Ren. He was shaking with fury and he didn't know how to direct it all. He just felt like shouting at the boy. Shouting until his throat went raw and he lost his voice. "Take her out! If you don't I'll..." He wasn't sure what he'd do. He couldn't make the boy release her and only the trainer can release a pokemon permanently from their ball. He could crush the pokeball but that was a fifty/fifty chance. It could either release the pokemon or it could kill the pokemon. It was a very dangerous thing to do and it had only been heard of in a few insane cases. Cross would never take that chance with his Ampharos so what else could he do?

He glared into Ren's eyes with his own dark eyes, trying to intimidate him. Maybe he could threaten things until the boy let her go. He didn't realize Ren was clueless and didn't know how to work the pokeball. Cross had never came across anybody so challenged when it came to pokemon before.

[Rime]

"That's what I've been trying to do!" Ren said with a shaking voice, just as Cross was yanking him out of the floor. He looked down the entire time, not daring to look at what kind of face the older guy was making. The grasp on his arm was firm and strong; it was hurting Ren, but he very well knew that the only thing he could do now was to endure it; trying to break lose from the grip would just be a futile attempt, no matter how much the he tried. His vision was now in disarray; Cross wrangled him, and he was very confused to begin with.

"It's not like I meant this to happen!" Ren blurted out, trying to overpower the older trainer's loud voice. That last thing the younger trainer wanted was to make things worse. He tried to think of what to do as he kept his head down. He was afraid that Cross would hit him squarely on the face anytime now, unless he manages to find a way to get him to calm down. The only way Cross would calm down in this kind of situation is if he sees his Pokemon again.

"The only way I know how to get them out..." Ren thought, as he held the Pokeball firmly in his hand. "...is this." Using his other free arm, he threw the Pokeball that held the electric Pokemon a few meters behind Cross; just as he would when letting out his other Pokemon for battle.