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Post by blythe abernanthy on Oct 22, 2014 15:03:31 GMT -6
As much as he would have liked to continue to bother Killian, other things pressed his mind as he was forced to go and deal with some unruly business on yet another one of the islands they had managed to nab from the other teams. With only three areas under their control Blythe knew that they needed to expand soon or else he would end up going stir crazy. Wanting to look over some of the grunts he found himself wandering the island, not sure where he wanted to start with his observations. He was of course talking about the newer recruits but with their being people who were still grunts after years of service he wasn't sure what to make of it. Either they had no ambition or they were just extremely happy to clean the boots of people above them. Either way for now he was here to inspect and evaluate progress. He needed top people for the coming battles and if the training wasn't up to par then he'd need to whip some sense into his higher ups. After all it was the responsibility of the highers to to teach what was expected. Any faulty training could be chalked up to two things, people not doing their job correctly or an unwillingness to learn. Blythe wouldn't tolerate eitherof those things.
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Post by chris lively on Oct 22, 2014 19:08:45 GMT -6
He was meant to be training, but today, Chris had the intentions of avoiding training. While he did head over to where today's scheduled Pokemon battle training was to be held, he didn't offer himself up for a battle with another grunt and instead went with Bandit, his Poochyena, and sat over by the trees. His backpack sat beside him and Bandit gnawing on a stick he found, Chris busied himself in a comic, lazily munching on a packet of chips he had stowed in his bag as well. Every so often, Chris glanced up from his page in the comic, looking over at the training session and making sure that no one was looking over at him or coming towards him. He was safe, until after an hour of glancing up every few pages, he saw who he knew to be the leader of Team Aqua. Oh no. For a moment, Chris was frozen, unsure of what to do. He could run away, but suddenly getting up and running off would probably end in him tripping over. He could go over to the grunts and pretend to be training, but then the man in charge would probably notice him and force him to train. His favourite option was to stay here and pretend like he was invisible, and hope that he did turn invisible, so that no one could see him. Truth be told, Blythe Abernathy scared him. He had never interacted with him, or any of the admins really, preferring to avoid such contact with people way out of his league and would probably think he was a loser - because of his age, his rank, and if they found out, his inability to swim due to a severe fear of water. On second thought, instead of staying here, he was going to shove the comic into his bag, chips too, and hope that his hurried attempt to shove all of his stuff into his backpack would go unnoticed by the nearby grunts and everyone else. Though, a guy in a white hoodie pretty much flailing and panicking in the shade of some sparsely spaced trees would probably be very noticeable.
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Post by blythe abernanthy on Oct 24, 2014 14:12:23 GMT -6
He wasn't known for missing things, especially not things that were out of place and a grunt sitting on his ass on the sidelines reading a comic book was definitely out of place. Hands on his hips and boots clicking on the ground he knew that even though he looked like a pretty boy he was more than a little intimidating to these grunts. As he should be. His Pokemon King could wipe them off the face of the planet if he so chose, especially since most of them had the bare basics. So this little boy thought he was better than the rest of the grunts? Not likely. "Stand. State your name and rank." It was obvious that he was a grunt, even with the fact that he was older than the fresh faced babies that they'd recently recruited. There was always an air around them. Others had stopped their movement, holding their breath and waiting to see what would happen.
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Post by chris lively on Oct 26, 2014 17:56:24 GMT -6
Crap. Crap crap crap crap crap he could hear those boots clicking on the ground and he could definitely feel a look of disapproval on the leader's face as he continued to scrabble away. He was literally about to dive into the bushes and leave his bag behind when he heard a command that was so obviously directed at him. Chris pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, body tensing up as he slowly stood himself up, standing straight and saluting Blythe as respectfully as he could before responding with his details, trying to avoid going red with embarrassment and shyness, but he couldn't control his body. "Chris Lively, grunt." He mumbled, eyes on the Blythe's boots.
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