| Subject: After waiting what seems like forever, you finally encounter a rocket. |
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Bran (Angel)
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Date Posted: 01:20:16 05/29/01 Tue
In reply to:
Danirat
's message, "She enters, a lithe and beautiful femme with green eyes the color of emeralds..." on 18:56:52 05/19/01 Sat
At best, the boy is 17. He blinks as he spots you, visibly surprised, before suddenly realising what you're doing here. "Sorry miss, the leaders are all out. In the middle of a big battle, tournament and stuff. They left behind instructions though." He started to riffle thought his pockets. Surprisingly, he seems genuinely cheerfull and friendly. Still rifling, he begins to pull things out of his pockets, mumbling that the instructions are in there somewhere. A pocket knife, a skelliton key, a rat skull, a kilo of lint and a bag of long thorns later, he finaly pulls out a folded piece of paper. It reads as follows:
To those wishing to join Team Rocket: You must complete the following:
You must be willing to be a villan and make everyone who is not a rocket a toy for your own enjoyment. That goes without saying.
You must steal pokemon. This is a capability test. Should you teal more then one, some will go to you, some wil go to me, nd some will go to our stockpile, to be used by all members. The quantity and quality of the Pokemon will dictate weather or not you can get in.
Should you be unable to complete this, you will have only one other chance, which is to steal an object I select. If you fail here, you will be hunted down.
First and formost, however, You will have a physical to ensure your health and strength for the task. Should you be accepted, you will be trained. Bran will take you to our doctor. If you do not accept, I sujjest you hand the letter back and walk on by. In any case, I suggest you hand the letter back and walk away, since few have the stomach for this.
If you cannot read this: Sorry. We do not accept Totally illiterate people. It makes life dificult.
Angel, The Boss.
The boy is grinning at you in anticipation, somewhat disconcertingly. He's stuffing the other objects back into his uniform pocket.
"Well? Do we go, or do you have a day-job you want to go back to?"
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