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Having an operative within the league and having that prestige and authority for our organization is not a waste, no. Three of you can just be seen as an overflow. {More like overkill, in her opinion. Sabrina was special in a way that could not be replaced easily, but she was masquerading as a repented ex-Rocket rather than something more. . .useful.

Not to mention the whispers of just how close she was getting to some -- or one -- of the other Gym Leaders that firmly opposed them.

Hearing Giovanni mentioned, even so vaguely, has Ariana smiling involuntarily.} He has always appeared to, hasn't he?

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At the mention of her former status, she winced internally. No doubt the red haired woman had judged the very idea of her inactivity as her lack of participation in far more recent events. It was true, nevertheless, and it hadn��t been due to the fact she focused on just what their leader had ordered—to focus on a more menial career path, pulling strings behind the scenes but never truly involving herself as much as she had in the past.

Did she know just how her hands had twitched beneath their skin at the mere idea of jumping back into the depths of the Team? The constant field missions and immersion into the darker recesses of one’s mind—picking apart each and every—

"It’s not a waste." She said next, cutting off her line of thought where it was. It was an order, never mind the occasional meets she has with the others—Koga especially—sedating that hunger she had little by little. Perhaps she hadn’t changed all too much from that child so curious about the blood she’d spilled and the minds she’d picked apart.

Sabrina glanced at her nails, silently reminding herself to trim them. "He knows what he is doing." She continued as if she were talking about a God. Mew knew he wasn’t. 

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Of course not, the blame of the fact isn't on you. {Despite her elevated status Ariana hadn't, actually, been absolute in her certainty that Sabrina would be anything but clipped and dismissive with her. Ariana's entire being is built upon falsehood and sweet words, something she can't imagine Sabrina taking kindly to.

As she doesn't seem to take kindly to much.

Receiving a more or less neutral response Ariana takes it upon herself to sit beside Sabrina, legs folding elegantly under herself and hands resting with laced fingers in her lap.} Unfortunate indeed, I'm glad we share that opinion. I like to think someone as powerful as you is being wasted, inactive, within Kanto. 

{Flattery isn't what Ariana is aiming at with her words. Not at all. Her tone lacks it, instead remaining smooth and professional. Sabrina is a strong person. In her personality, her convictions, her loyalties. It's the bonus of all bonuses that such strength extends to her battle prowess on her own as well as with her Pokemon.}

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Should she be glad to have been graced the presence of another executive other than her own triad? No. In fact, the intimate tone she gave along with her words proved to be less than pleasant to her ears. There was more to this, wasn’t there? She couldn’t remember all to far back the very first time she had met the red haired woman, but she’s had no doubts to have seen and met her prior to this very moment.

Her gaze moved south, focusing on the short table before her, hands perfectly placed on her lap. The smallest hint of a smirk touched the corner of her lips. How was she to approach this woman now? “I was hardly in the position to do so,” she responded in kind, easily referring to her earlier days within the team. There was no doubt in her mind the others knew—not that she made any effort to hide it among the higher members of the Team.

It wasn’t as though the others had no skeletons of their own.

Inwardly allowing a breath to pass, she turned her attention back to the red haired woman. "It is unfortunate that we have yet to work together despite belonging to the same organization all this time." Never mind how her work in Kanto was more cloaks than it were literal daggers. Ah, how times have passed.

"Ariana." 

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Unamused with her colleges and peons flocking to such things as Raticate or Koffing, Ariana focuses her attentions on having Pokemon that carry with them an abundance of venom and toxic airborne powders that won't foul the air. She also has a mind to carry three types of Pokemon with her at all time; one defensive, one offensive, and one to be used as a means of escape. Usually, following the listed order above, this refers to her Vileplume, Arbok, and Honchkrow.

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{Were Ariana to have hypothesized her own reaction to this situation it would have been far different from the reality, and anyone who knows her well wouldn't likely have guessed correctly, either. Under all the false niceties and glittering smiles Ariana cares for little. Her loyalties and devotion to Team Rocket aside, there are few living things she shows such passion towards.

Giovanni had been one such man, but the child she bore him was not.

Is not.

So the idea that learning of his whereabouts set her immediately on course to find and see him was odd. Bag packed in less than twenty minutes and hair twisted up to fit immaculately under a black wig to make the trip to Viridian, Kanto that much more inconspicuous.

A liar at heart Ariana wasn't anything but truthful with herself and her emotions. She owns them all, from unsavory petty things like jealousy to a temper that can occasionally crumble plans that took years to cultivate and moments to poison. With that in mind Ariana has the entire flight to think about what drives her urgency to get to Silver.

There was interest in seeing him. Both to see how he'd grown (photographs never really do a person justice, that stagnant stillness telling her nothing of the young man he is) and the second being, she suspects, the shock that comes with having a son despite the daughter she had been told she'd birthed. 

But past that? She finds nothing within herself. Ariana can rule out simple and frivolous options, such as a sudden kindling of motherly instinct. Even just wanting to see his power wasn't really a priority. She's a smart woman and has no doubt that Silver has no intent to take his birthright within Team Rocket, if he had he would be here already.

Persuasion was still on the table, though. Ariana's cunning hands have softened and managed to mold even the most immalleable people in her life through a wide variety of means. The chances are slim, but Silver could be ensnared with careful forethought.

Stepping from her plane and checking into a hotel it takes a matter of minutes to gather the information she needs, not that there are any holes in the files that Archer has accumulated for her. The reminder that he had information on Silver before her sours her mood some, still angry with the other executive for all his logic of holding out on her for a few short weeks.

Whispers and gossip about her son ripple through the town, and she can see glances cast over shoulders and voices dropping low as she closes in on where Silver was said to have last been spotted. Giovanni's betrayal of these people had left its mark. One gouged deep enough it extended to his innocent son.

Was that something she could use to her advantage? Silver's been living here in this town for just over a year, surely this kind of cold welcome was wearing on him. In her musing on how she could exploit potential weaknesses or amp up negative emotions revolving around unfair prejudice she literally almost runs into the boy.

The door of a shop opens sharply into her path and she pulls up just short of running into it, bright grey eyes peering around the frame in alarm so subtle Ariana knows most people would miss it.

"Excuse me." A level toned apology, genuine in its delivery and intent but utterly lacking in its believeability, again, for the average person. Ariana craves to create a conversation with Silver, dissect his every move and learn him enough to begin manipulations to...

Well, whatever her whim ends up being.

Instead all she offers is a small smile, a nonverbal signal that his words were accepted as she continues on her way like she hadn't found what she was looking for. How guarded he had looked when he noticed recognition register so minutely in her eyes! If he hadn't caught her off guard she could have avoided that, but for now a direct confrontation isn't what she's after.

She follows him the rest of his day, occasionally using her Pokemon as her eyes and ears when it would be too risky to observe him otherwise. Her curiosity piqued to job is tireless, and she learns enough about him that a sizeable chunk of text can be added to his file when she returns to her room tonight.

It's during his training that she decides to withdraw. His Pokemon are of great importance to any future contact that's to be made with him, learning their abilities, strengths, and weaknesses all imperative to securing the upper hand, but they also endanger her cover. Sharp noses, eyes, and psychic telepathic casting all put her at too much risk of discovery.

For now she's seen enough, and it takes her a short time to make it back to her room where, in the morning, she'll return to headquarters.}

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{Tardiness is absolutely unacceptable, but arriving early to such an event would normally be dreadfully droll and have no outstanding benefits beside. Sweeping into the room leaves few people to be viewed, regardless of her careful time management, so her lips purse ever so slightly at the idea the others could keep her waiting.

At first glance she almost passes over the most interesting person in the room in favor of gossiping with Archer. But details are everything and Ariana had paid a special interest in inviting this woman.

Her eyes cut across the room, purposefully obvious in a way that her weighted gaze should draw attention, should cause the the eerie sense of being watched like it was a physical touch.

Sabrina, however, had a far more interesting sixth sense.

Ariana would know, she’s seen the files first hand. Even the oldest from when she’d been brought in as a mere untrained child. How she’d flourished. 

Not the woman Ariana remembered earlier in life, not the one she’d have expected to have ended up being seated at this table under even the oddest of circumstances. But here she is, and it’d be impolite to do anything but make her way over to say hello.}

I don't think we've had the pleasure of a proper introduction yet, Sabrina. The meeting will start soon, but I can't think of a better way to pass that time than with you.

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                  Sitting quietly at the other end of the table, she barely lifted                   her glance towards the other end of the table. " … " She                   gave a soft sigh. While sitting in seiza was a habit of hers                   it never lessened how much of a pain it was on the knees                   later—but she supposed the present company should be                   worth such a thing.

                  As a meeting among greats, the others would be present                   at a semi formal meeting such as this. Only their boss                   would not be present—however, how interesting this was                   a meeting beyond worlds. The Arianna that would be before                   her was far more determined than the one she had come                   to know.

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{There are times, much like this one, that Proton's sly remarks don't inspire thoughts of hitting him across the face. Instead Ariana pictures them going out together. Teaming up to get something big done that will leave a nasty trail in their wake and their names whispered on lips.

If Archer is control than Proton is chaos, a deadly tempest that, in her younger years, could easily sweep Ariana off her feet to be swept up in deadly, dirty, and dastardly plans. In that way Proton highlights years long since past in Ariana, and even if she can't say she's fond of Proton as a person, she's fond of what he manages to stir up around him.

With a wicked smile and a flick of her long nails Ariana speaks.} You're embarrassing me, I'm not a queen, you silly fool, stand up. {She giggles a little, a show, a farce, something indistinguishable from the real thing.} It doesn't take a queen to know best, though. What a smart man to recognize where my talents lie.

Both of things of which we are, eh?

[ Proton hitches, his grin wild and his eyes almost too menacing, too dark if it wasn’t for the glint of agreement that passes over them.

He knows they’re a team to be reckoned with. Knows that if they walked in, in any city, guns blaring they could take whatever and make it theirs. Just like the glory days, he thinks, for a moment.

Just like they use to, he thinks for a second. And it’s almost a toxic thing to think of. Because pride shapes Proton, cuts into him like a knife into veins in a way into something that he shouldn’t be use to. It drives him into doing the deeds he does today. Urges him to listen to Archer, sometimes and Ariana no questions asked because just like all the executives he thinks think, the world needed to know their name. Needed to fear them.

It is one of the few things it deserved after all.

Posture the mirror of Ariana’s own and smile just as sharp, just as smug, Proton tips his cap down in a gentleman-ly gesture and bows down before her. ]

If the dearest wants me to calm down then I shall, I fuckin’ guess.

[ He says, hand light over his chest and back curved in an definite angle. ]

You always are the one who really knows best after all.

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Most of Ariana's offensive power comes from her Pokemon, but the weapons you can find on her are a rarely used whip, a small pistol, and a knife in a holster by the slit in her skirt.

She's not terribly proficient in hand to hand combat, but she strived to learn the basics of self defense as well as understanding human anatomy so she knows where to hit to make it really hurt. Any offensive moves she's memorized were directly taught to her by Giovanni, though they are few and she doesn't have the raw strength to use them as proficiently as the man who taught them to her.

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My take on the regular Team Rocket thug. I never got the ‘threatening terrorist’ vibe from them even thought that’s what they were supposed to be. I always pictured them as more of a paramilitary group that pulled off bigger jobs than stealing a Pikachu, like bombing Pokemon centers or robbing highly guarded facilities full of rare or man-made pokemon (like where mewtwo was created). They certainly don’t seem to be short of funding that would enable them to do so. 

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{Uninterested in the dirtying of the floor Ariana flicks her gaze quickly over Proton's frame. It's not like him to be injured, even against someone that can actually put up a fight, but she makes it her business to know the mental and physical state of well being all the Executives are in.

Memory curves her lips into a private smile when she recalls Archer coming back with a bruised and bleeding face from dealing with a boy five, maybe six years the senior of the children Proton has killed today. A silly contrast to someone speckled in blood that only belong to their prey.}

Don't let the most recent bodies you've swept aside buoy your ego too much. There are still plenty of dangers out there, just not as dangerous as us if we stay smart and ahead of the curve. {Ariana shifts her weight here, rolls it all onto one leg to cock out a hip. There's an undo pride she takes in Proton's last words. An elitism for what Team Rocket is and the strength in which it stands that has her truly agreeing with the colleague in front of her.}

An art museum sounds more fittin’ t’me, dearest. [ Proton says, his smile whitting away into something sharper. Something hungry and brittled like a knife’s edge as he mats his boots along the floor.

Smearing the blood all over the white, plastered tiles, squeaky clean is what he aims for as he pads the rest of it off like rain water dripping between the cracks. And once it’s done and over with, he’s dusting off his hands, dipping for a bow like’s he a star on his own Broadway show because he might as well be.

Because people might say murder was the easiest thing to commit. Easiest thing to fall into, but he fucking knows that’s not the case.

Because just as easy as it was for him to snap those kids’ necks, slit their throat, stab into their veins, make them cry and make them beg for their life, pleading for him to not go over that edge, he knows, it could have been just as simple, just as mundane for them to do the same. ]

Nothin’s dangerous anymore. [ Proton comments deadly and bad. ]

Nothin’ can’t be as long as we’re back.

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Fifteen year olds? {Rather than appearing aghast there's a brittle show of being impressed. She likes these games with Proton, pretending to keep a civil face when they both know every word, gesture and tone is meant as whispered mockery.}

Must have been so dangerous, going against such adept members of society as teenagers. {Peering down at Proton's boots she puts on a simple look of awe.} Art worthy of a gallery, Proton dear.

Crude might as well be my Alias instead of Proton with the kill I brought in t’day, my lady. [ He says, faux sweet and roasted in black and bad, and awful things because the smile that lifts up at the corners of his mouth could never be anything, but fake. ]

If you wanna see true pictures and true art, look down at my boots to see the tears and blood of fifteen year olds who never stood a chance.

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Oh, the love for what you listed was never in question. {At Proton's description of Archer a hand lifts to smother a soft, amused laugh that slips past her lips.} Crude words to paint crude pictures that are nonetheless accurate.

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{Taps bottom lip.} Objects are things you can see and touch, neither of your answers count, Proton.

I know that shit, but it don’t mean I like what I said any less. ‘Sides with how often flap trap is bent over his “mahogany, made in India desk’ you’d think he was a fuckin’ statue anyway.

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Largely aromantic Ariana has found herself the apathetic partner to numerous attempts at being goaded into jealousy. Strong attachments in general are hard for her to create and maintain, especially outside of a professional settings, though it's never something that has bothered her.