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“Or... wha-what? You pro-prove you’re not just extra meat be it co-combat, intelligence, spying, wh-what have you and you make sure you get noticed.” Obviously the underlying message was lost on Ten as she pulled out a packet of cigarettes. 

“Do you w-want one uh...” Nope, still no name came forth. How sad.

“ It’s been only two months I’ve joined the Team Rocket but I still don’t know how it properly works: do they choose to promote you ‘cause of your talent ou…? Becoming a spy or even a lieutenant sounds très interesting  for example, but I have no clue how to reach those ranks. ”

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Big differences between regular Ten and Team Rocket Ten 

Regular verse

Crybaby Brother is still alive Does not smoke Little to no combat experience aside from keeping her brother contained or running away Occupation: student Would not hurt a fly

Rocket verse (tagged v.money honey;;)

Emotionally dead Brother is dead af Smokes like woah Has become very good with knives (balisongs and combat mostly, throwing as well) and fighting Occupation: Organ trafficker/ junior assassin Would kill for a klondike bar

both:

Stutters Sensitive about weight/appearance Thinks chinese cooking is the best in the world and you should try some

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“A... c-cat?” Ten’s eyes sparkled as she unknowingly took a step closer, her usual habit of standing at least a metre away from Lady Satsuki seemingly void now that a feline was involved. “Wh-what breed? Wh-what’s their name? Di-did you g-get them a pretty collar?”

“They were indeed.” Satsuki smiled back at Ten. Her expression would’ve been visible as well had Ten not been bowing. “I was given a cat.” She nodded. “That is what the holidays are for. You work hard enough to have earned a short break.”

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“It’s ag-against the rules to tel-tell you that.” She recited the phrase Iori had told her automatically, but she didn’t know how well it would work. Eyes buzzed around the area as she tried to see how quick she could outrun this dangerous man, as well as how loud her voice could reach.

“Uh, uhm, it’s really ba-bad to be smoking y-you know? Th-they hurt your lu-lungs a-and, umm...” voice trailed off as it felt the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat jackhammering against her ribcage.

Ten’s muscles twitched, and then she was running in the opposite direction.

With his intimidatingly stoic expression, the male silently approached the young girl, throwing the butt of the cigarette on the floor. The student said something about making a delivery right? What could someone from the sewing would be delivering? Usually he would let her go, but this really had picked his curiosity. With a small glance at the bag, the male quickly focus back at the young lady.

       “What’s in the bag?”

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Even though you broke my heart, I still love you with all the broken pieces…

Wejaturks  (via wnq-writers)

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most likely reason to die

aries: unintentionally hurt by someone you love

taurus: gravity

gemini: a part of u dies, but only on the inside

cancer: trying to save someone you love

leo: being too good for this world

virgo: i  n c i n e r a t i o n

libra: you only die by your own terms

scorpio: because u a dangerous bitch

sagittarius: authority took advantage of u

capricorn: not completely sure if you can even die

aquarius: by being a piss lord

pisces: u didnt deserve it

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It was an odd sensation, being missed. She was unsure of how she felt to find this bit of sentiment in Team Rocket of all places, but even in dark areas mold can grow so she didn’t question it.

Pressing back against him she nodded. “I missed y-you too.” Idly she let them rest there before nudging him over to start walking to her room. She was tired, and sleeping in the halls was rather frowned upon.

“Tell me about it,” he says, raising his left hand to wiggle his fingers at her - save for his missing pinky. He lets the hand drop, nuzzles a little against Ten’s shoulder. After a long silence he says; “I missed you. It’s good to see you back.”

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“Wh-why? I do-don’t even own that many pair of sk-skirts.” At least she wasn’t wearing the polka-dotted ones.

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★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — physical strength ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — offense ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — defense ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — speed ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ —  intelligence ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — accuracy ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — agility ★★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ — stamina ★ ★★ ★ ★ ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆  — teamwork 

combat stats.

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“... Y-yeah, ju-just work ha-hard.” Even if they were an illegal criminal organization, good work was still good work.

She didn’t bother to inform who Ted was. If she lived long enough she’d find out herself. 

“ Ted who… ? Toutefois, it seems there’s still some hope left for me, then.  ”

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Honnouji, known for its restraint and control, was not known as a school that engaged in flighty discourse. They were more civil than that.

On the outside.

From an inside perspective, kids will be kids, and by the time lunch rolled around everyone now knew about ‘The Girl With the Polka-Dot Panties’.

The thought only caused Ten to burrow deeper into the scrap pile of life fibers, hoping maybe their toxic effect will finally work on her and she can erase herself from existence. 

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A loud pause as Ten felt a rush of air over her waist. She had been talking to another sewing club member on the amount of needles they had, so she had been inside where no gust of wind could’ve blown through.

Eyes slowly tilted downwards along with everybody else’s in the hall, finding Ten’s blue no-star skirt around her ankles. Which meant...

Emitting a loud squeak Ten tugged her skirt back up, spinning on her hell, and ran breakneck to the sewing room to isolate herself for possibly the next generation.

Now everyone knows she wears polka-dot panties.

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“It to-took me less than a month to be promoted to field a-agent.” A pause. “On the fli-flipside, it took Ted Falsey almost a-a year to become a junior scientist.”

“ Do the Rocket grunts actually get promotions or is it just a myth…? ”

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