Team Snagem HQ (Mt. Silver)

[Dumb Furret]

Ship was not quite moody, but as he sat in the kitchen, contemplating his tea, he wondered the same old things. Maybe it was his relatively privileged upbringing that left him soft. His parents had taken him sporting, but that wasn't the same as a life and death struggle.  

[Darksol88]

"Is something going on?" Sol suddenly spoke up. He hadn't been far from the lab, and overhearing Sub again, he had figured he was still working on something. When he opened the door, one might've expected Volcarona to be at his side still. However, the large moth-like Pokemon was nowhere to be found.  

[Ms Edyn]

Michael wandered silently through the halls of the HQ. An old, worn, katana strapped to his back while his Growlithe, Zephyr, moved by his side. Eventually, the sounds of whatever Sub was doing in the lab. Curiosity getting the better of him, and the desire to officially meet the leader if this group he'd seemingly joined, the boy made his way towards the room and, upon seeing Sol there, silently entered behind him. He said nothing yet, but simply gave a small nod of greeting in Sol's direction.  

[Dumb Furret]

Ship's hearing was not so much duller than a true Zorua's that he could not hear the others converging in the lab again. He remembered the healing machine demonstration and decided that, perhaps, it might be easier to distract himself with their latest antics.

Antics, he found, was the best descriptor for Snagem Activity.  

[Darksol88]

"I personally find that a stereotype. Fire Pokemon are hotblooded and rash, Electric doesn't know when to simmer down, Water's too relaxed, Dragons are too high and mighty... I could go on." He said, nodding back to Michael. "But I don't see anything to apologize over. I take it you're still at work with what you started on a few days ago."  

[Ms Edyn]

"Fire types are hotblooded and rash," Night said with a grin as she stepped into the room as well, "I mean, have you ever known one not to be?"


Michael, meanwhile, simply sat back and watched the interactions. Namely the strange black hybrid that'd just entered the room. Another hybrid type he'd never seen before. Just how many of these strange creatures were there around here?  

[Darksol88]

Ms Edyn

"Fire types are hotblooded and rash," Night said with a grin as she stepped into the room as well, "I mean, have you ever known one not to be?"


Michael, meanwhile, simply sat back and watched the interactions. Namely the strange black hybrid that'd just entered the room. Another hybrid type he'd never seen before. Just how many of these strange creatures were there around here?

"Xipil's more on the nobility side, actually. And I try to avert the usual stereotype. Brought me more trouble than I've cared for. Though, a Quilava of mine does play that rather straight. Perhaps I should let her out more often." Sol mused. "As for GRAY, I'm convinced that he must do a sarcasm self-test regularly."  

[Dumb Furret]

"Hello, Sub," Ship said. This seemed to be an impromptu discussion on their new tech, so he sat down where he would be out of the way.  

[Ms Edyn]

"I still vote we dismantle that damn AI and completely reprogram it," Night said in response to the topic concerning GRAY, her voice dripping with the hatred she felt towards it, "As for Xipil, Turkey, he's likely the exception. Hell, you should have seen Tatsu when I first got him. Now that was one hot-headed little Charmander. And don't get me started on Heru. She may act calm at times, but even I wouldn't dare piss her off."


Michael chose to ignore the fire-type conversation for the moment and, instead, kept his attention on Sub, and gave the other a small wave before speaking, "Sub, right? I take you to be the leader of this, uh, group?"  

[Darksol88]

"Oh, he was a handful back in the day. Especially as a Charmeleon. If you saw him back then, you would think he was out for blood. Didn't like listening, either." Sol shrugged. "Anyway, tempting as it might be to dismantle GRAY sometimes, I'd imagine it might find a way to run off the minimal voltage a potato possesses."  

[Darksol88]

SubonicXP

"Hey Ship, how you've been? Haven't seen you much lately." Sub said to the Zorua hybrid before turning to converse with Micheal. "Why yes, I am the leader of Team Snagem. I don't believe however I caught your name in our original meeting." He said to the boy. "Female Ninetales hybrid is menstruating again. I advise all male members to evacuate the immediate area around the ailing Ninetales hybrid for the remainder of the week." GRAY quipped.

"GRAY, if that were the case, that suggestion might be at all times." Sol quipped back. Night was right, the fire stereotype did apply sometimes. "And if you believe her emotions are bad at times, you clearly know little about my daughter."