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Missy rolled over as her alarm began to beep. She growled as it persisted, carelessly she wished to resign to the relaxation of sleep. She laid in the comfort of her warm bed and attempted to drown out its subtle drone. To spite her best efforts she eventually yielded to its discomforting sound.
The fox nudged her shoulder. Mistress, it's ten thirty-eight. I think we might have overslept.
" It hasn't been long enough," Missy replied as she rolled over again. "All of this time traveling has made me very tired."
How is it making you tired Mistress? Ninetails asked.
Missy grunted as her eyes crept open. " Traveling with the vortex manipulator is strenuous on the body."
Her stomach churned as the rest of her body awoke. She sprawled on the bed and stretched out in an attempt to ease her discomfort. After a moment she felt much better.
She glared at her alarm clock and slammed the off button with her finger.
With a few simple thoughts, she had the tardis prepare breakfast for her and the pokemon. After a few seconds, a cup of black tea was teleported to her nightstand. She picked up the cup and took a long drink.
Strenuous Mistress? Ninetails asked.
" Yes, if we do this for long enough it could kill us. Thankfully I don't think we've reached that point. All of this sleeping is a horrendous side effect. I don't even want to think about all of the things we could have accomplished if we didn't need to rest so much," she explained.
She took another long drink from her cup. Her hearts pace quickened up as the caffeine surge through her body. She was starting to feel better already.
I wouldn't call sleeping a horrendous side effect, Mistress, Ninetails said.
" It is for some of us. I haven't slept this much in a hundred years," Missy replied.
She hopped out of bed and walked over to the bedroom door.
" Come on, let's get some breakfast," Missy said as she opened the door.
Ninetails crawled to the edge of the bed and gracefully jumped to the floor. The fox was quick to take her master's side.
Missy teleported them to a parlor room. The room itself was furnished with a cedar dining table. Large paned window allowed for the starlight to stream inside. Beyond the window were the lush tardis gardens.
She looked at the colorful flowers in the garden and decided to have her breakfast there. She made her way to the French door and entered the room over.
They stepped onto a stone patio. She and ninetails stood there for a moment and took in the warmth from the yellow star.
A bed of Pyrethrum flowers was at the base of the porch. The colorful Daisy's could hardly be outdone by their counterparts, pink Paninis. The flowers loomed over the Pyrethrum like a silent rival. There was a path on the opposite side of the patio. Sun-like Gaillardias grew along its winding path.
Just beyond her gaze were fields of Daffodils, the flowers grew in shades of every color. They were an excellent backdrop for the gabled gazebo and rose bush gardens.
Her vivillon were scattered throughout the vast garden. She stopped and watched them momentarily. The butterflies fluttered above and throughout the vast earth like room. Some visited neighboring flowers, while others played with one another. The entire family of pokemon was pleased with their home.
Missy took a whiff of the air, the scent of the flowers was lovely, but not overpowering. She made her way to an ornate dining set. The seats and table were cast iron. She recalled picking up the set, how she adored the flowers that the blacksmith had forged into the set.
The tardis really knows how to take care of the pokemon Mistress, Ninetails said as she sat next to her.
" The tardis has a knack for taking care of its passengers," she replied. " The minute the tardis recognizes you as a passenger it will establish your basic needs and use your personal preferences as a guide to take care of you."
The tardis is truly amazing Mistress, Ninetails replied while she ate some berries.
Missy looked over her meal, it wasn't anything fancy. A square of sausage rested on the plate accompanied by two pieces of toast, a marmalade spread, and scrambled eggs. A cup of orange juice was next to the plate.
It reminded her of a typical Sunday morning in Victorian London. She stabbed the sausage square with her fork as she disregarded the thought.
While she ate her breakfast she watched her vivillon flutter in the garden. She looked over their many wing patterns. She took note of the green jungle pattern and was dazzled by the ocean pattern, while she looked over the varieties and decided the polar pattern was her favorite. The midnight blue wings with speckled white dots, the pattern reminded her of the stars.
Her butterfree called out the other butterflies. The vivillon cautiously circled it. Butterfree looked at them all and chirped. It continued to do so as it glided into the hedge maze. A couple of vivillon chased after the lone pokemon. Her butterfree seemed to get along quite well with the bunch.
While she observed them her vespiquen let out a disgruntled hum. The pokemon buzzed as she avoided the others. The queen bee would go out of her way to avoid the vivillon.
I think she's lonely Mistress, Ninetails said.
" I can't fix that, I already have so many pokemon here. I can't even imagine what this place would look like if I had thousands of bee's," Missy replied.
Ninetails cocked an eyebrow as she looked up at her. Bee's Mistress?
" Bee's Ninetails, there a lot smaller but are similar, they live in a hive and a queen rules them. Someday, I'll show you their homeworld," Missy replied.
Missy sighed, her tardis was slowly transforming itself into a hotel for pokemon. She had acquired so many of them. Un-naturally she wasn't sure what she would do with them all when she left this world.
She finished her breakfast and proceeded to get ready for the day. After a brief shower, she teleported herself to her wardrobe.
She picked through her outfits. She found a ghastly pink jacket it was too flashy, she spotted a black dress shirt but it was too drab, she wasn't going to a funeral, but she was ready to cause one.
Missy cringed as she thought about the fight she had with Giovanni. She wasn't an official team member but an ally he had gone as far to call her a friend. She didn't have an issue with his point of view and she could understand his concerns.
Her problem was his bossiness. She couldn't let him get away with that. That action alone was more than an annoyance, the way he looked at her, so smug, so troublesome. She was not one of his lackeys and she never would be.
She closed her eyes and resigned to the fact that he had won that round. She would have to be better prepared for a future fight. That didn't mean she would allow him to control her.
Her eyes combed the many outfit completions in the wardrobe. She spied a blue blazer and took it from its hanger.
As she looked it over a blue police box came into her mind's eye. Her actual friend, The Doctor.
She had crossed paths with him not too long ago. When she spotted him she was tickled, instead of coming up with some deviant plan to conquer the world she hid behind a corner. She supposed having newly regenerated into a woman had something to do with her shyness.
She recalled his friends or were they his minions, or his accomplices, she wasn't sure what they were to him. The poshly dressed redhead and her partner the Roman. They were a strange couple. They were an even stranger bunch when The Doctor was around.
She shook her head. Why was she recalling this now? Then it occurred to her when The Doctor was upset with his humans he was never upfront about it. He would change his plans, or go to an unplanned destination, he would often change something in his attire.
The Doctor's fourth incarnation had a knack for changing the length on his scarf when he was bothered by something or someone. From what she could tell his eleventh incarnation had a habit of changing the color of his bow tie.
She was still upset with Giovanni. She looked over her racks of close again. She decided to take a lesson from a friend.
Her smile grew as she snatched a white dress shirt, well fitted black pants, a tight-fitting blue double boned half-corset, and a cute purple and black bow tie. She quickly changed into the outfit.
While she tucked her shirt in and looked herself over. She looked like a modern-day Victorian. She spied the pants they looked nice, but she would have to change later.
Confidently she spun around and picked up her screwdriver. She pointed it at the mirror. " Hello, I'm the Mistress, The Queen of Evil and I happen to be in the mood to wear a bow tie."
She smirked as she slid the screwdriver into her purse. She took a stylish black purse from a hanger and teleported her belongings into it.
She took a brush from the stand and fixed her hair up. She brushed her bangs to the side and placed her hair in a ponytail.
She adjusted the bow tie before she strolled into the control room.
Ninetails cocked her head to the right. You look funny Mistress.
" What made you think so," Missy replied.
She stepped up to her monitor and took notice of the time and date. It was September 12th, 2016, the time was eleven twenty-seven am. She had a good deal of free time on her hands. She typed in the coordinates of the area and began to search the area for other structures.
You're wearing a bow tie, usually its just a tie Mistress, Ninetails replied.
Missy pressed the search button. " I was in a bow tie kind of mood."
Ninetails eyes looked her over. Aren't you worried about how they'll receive you Mistress?
" Ninetails, I'm counting on it," Missy replied.
A map of the area appeared on the screen. Team Rockets Headquarters was massive, according to the map a neighboring base was connected by a tunnel. The base next door had several basements. According to the computer's records, it served as barracks, ammunition storage, and a pokemon training camp.
Team Rocket Headquarters was massive, it was over five hundred thousand square feet. She gawked at the discovery. Missy turned from the maps and data. She sighed, she had no reason to visit the base next door, but she wanted to see what else their headquarters had to offer.
Missy had the tardis assemble a team of pokemon for her; Ninetails, Emolga, Pidgeot, Absol, Vespiquen, and Hydreigon. Her purse became slightly heavier as the pokeballs were teleported inside.
Missy and ninetails made their way to the door as they did her umbrella manifested in her hand. She pushed the door open and stepped into the laboratory. She spun around and transformed the tardis into a black pokeball. She knelt down and placed it into her purse.
They exited the laboratory and took a left. Briskly they strolled down the vacant corridor.
I wonder where everyone is Mistress? Ninetails asked.
It's the middle of the day Ninetails they're either at lunch or working, Missy replied.
They continued down the corridor as they approached the elevator the doors jarred open.
A tall young scientist prepared to step off. His black hair had a mushroom cut that parted at his black eyes. He wore white pants and a v-neck shirt. His attire reminded her of a modern-day surgeons uniform. His black eyes leered at her through his glasses.
His lips curled as he approached her." The boss said you were charismatic, you have more charisma than I could have ever imagined. This is not what I expected from the girl from outer space."
Missy leaned into her umbrella." I'm not just a girl from outer space and I think you're aware of that."
They looked at one another over. His eyes slowly narrowed as he examined her features. They shied away when Missy leered at him.
He put his hand forward and showed her the corridor." Care to take a walk with me."
The request felt like it was more of a suggestion than an offer. Missy wanted to learn more about him. She took his side and looked ahead. Together they began to slowly walk forward.
He glanced over at her. " I hear your technology in the field of pokemon leveling and evolution is incredibly advanced. I would like to know how you achieved it?"
Missy leered at him for a moment, she didn't like how forward he was. He hadn't even bothered to introduce himself and that was just rude.
" I have technology that allows me to do so, you know clever things," she replied.
He put his hand in his pocket." I'm aware of your alliance with this organization."
Missy scoffed at his remark. " I'm aware of the deal your boss and I have. I'm not terribly fond of strangers arriving in strange places and asking me all sorts of strange questions."
He took a deep breath and gawked. "Professor Sebastian."
She stopped and begrudgingly and took it. " Missy."
He had a firm grip. It was a gesture of sincerity among humans.
He released her hand. " I am a busy man I get caught up in my work. You're right I was being a little too forward. I just thought you had been informed of my arrival and my request for an audience with you."
Missy was taken aback by his apology. " No one's mentioned anything to me."
" Then I will need to be more forward with the team," he muttered.
" So you're behind the ditto project?" she asked.
He frowned at the question. " Yes, the ditto breeding project," he said. " If we can ever get it right we will be able to breed some of the strongest pokemon. In order to do that we need to have specimens of the strongest pokemon. The boss told me you have a device that is exceptional in the area of pokemon leveling. I would like to learn more about it."
Missy drew her screwdriver and gave it wave. " This is a screwdriver." She placed it in the palm of her hand and put her finger on the slider. " When I engage the slider it levels pokemon to the desired level," she explained.
He eyed the device. " How does it work?"
" The screwdriver takes the surrounding energy and creates a singularity with it. That energy is what I use to level the pokemon," Missy explained.
" Man-made energy or the energy from the planet?" he asked.
" My screwdriver uses the surrounding particles of energy," she explained.
He leered at her screwdriver his eyes meticulously analyzed the device. She allowed him to look it over, while she waited she watched him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something really bothered her about him.
" What kind of energy do you use?" he asked.
She was astonished he had caught her attempt to meander around the information pertaining to the screwdrivers main mechanic. Missy resigned to the fact that she was going to have to do one better.
" I use artron energy to power mine," she replied.
" Can other sources of energy be used?" Professor Sebastian asked.
" Any kind of energy can be used to power the screwdriver," Missy answered.
" Can the energy be used for anything else?" he asked
Missy rolled her eyes. His unsatisfiable curiosity bothered her the most. He was the type of scientist who could ask meaningful questions all day. The type of man who would go to any length to figure out a problem.
" That depends on what you want to do," she cautiously answered.
" What if I wanted to do anything?" he asked.
" Well, the screwdriver can manipulate particles of energy to unlock doors, hack computers and other things, but that sort of ability requires a telepathic connection. Time Lords can link with a screwdriver because we have the mental capacity to do so, a human on the other hand, might have limited control," Missy answered.
" I think we could have someone ready within the year. let's say I made a screwdriver, what kind of energy would you recommend I use?" Professor Sebastian asked.
After he asked the question Missy came to the conclusion that he was going to ask for the schematics for the screwdriver. If she had to surrender the schematics she knew it could take years to create a functioning screwdriver.
Even if they were successful the weak energy levels on this world ensured they would have tremendous difficulty harnessing the energy from the planet.
They would have to create their own, she knew that would require a tremendous amount of power. It was a guarantee that they could never use it against her. With this in mind, the best resolution would be to offer it to him before he could ask more questions.
" Any and every kind of energy, even if you produce it yourself. The kind of crystal that is placed in the device will determine what kind of energy can be used. Put a thunder stone chip at the top and you'll have to use an electrical current. Put a radiation crystal in there and you would have to use the surrounding radiation energy," Missy explained.
" I see," he simply replied.
" You seem like a clever man, I'm sure you would have hours of fun experimenting with your own screwdriver. I'll tell you what, I'll print out a schematic for you," Missy offered.
He grinned at her offer. " I will take your offer, but I wanted to know if it was possible for you to create a working prototype. That kind of technological advancement would be a tremendous help for the battle."
She leered at him. " Of course, I'll fix you up a working prototype. When it's ready I'll bring it to you."
" I don't think that will be necessary," he said as he fished through his pocket. He pulled out a business card and offered it to her. " When it's ready just give me a call. I will be on base for the next ten days and I have no qualms regarding a pickup time."
Missy took the card and looked over the simple business card. It had nothing more than a name, email address, and a phone number. She took her wallet from her bag and placed the card inside.
" Alright, it might be a day or two but I'll let you know when it's ready," Missy said.
" Please have the schematics ready as well," he added.
Missy placed her hand on her hip. " Got any other request?"
" I think that's all I will be needing. It was a pleasure meeting you Missy. Good day," he said, he turned and continued to walk down the hall.
She was annoyed by his promptness in business it was rude. He struck her as the kind of scientist who's consumed by his work. She had seen similar individuals before, they were the type of people who weren't mindful of others.
She loudly scoffed as she punched in the coordinates for the elevator. She was vexed by his curtness. She bushed her foot against ninetails and pressed the teleport button. There was a flash of brilliant with light as she reappeared in front of the elevator.
Missy turned and watched the Professor turn. He smirked at her from afar before he turned and continued along his way. She rolled her eyes before she tapped the up button.
I really don't like him, Mistress, Ninetails said.
He's the kind of scientist who will go to any length for an answer. I'll be keeping my eyes on that one, Missy replied as the doors opened.
Ninetails stepped onto the elevator. Do you think he's dangerous Mistress?
More so than the others, she replied as she stepped inside.
Missy looked over the available floors. The roof, B-1, B-2 was the command center's floor, B-3 was the office floor, B-4 was housing, B-5 was laboratories and after her forced excursion she suspected B-6 was tied to the fifth floor, B-7, the last two selections were off limits, B-8 was records, she shuttered at the final selection B-9 the prison. The only floors left to explore where B-1 and B-7.
Missy speculated that the lower the floor level the more important it was. She didn't want to cause an alarm or raise too many questions by arriving unexpectedly to the seventh basement. She pressed the button for B-1.
The doors shut, after a second she felt the upward movement of the lift.
Ninetails looked at the selected floor. Mistress where are we going?
Missy leaned into the elevator wall. I want to see the rest of the base for myself.
The elevator jarred up as it continued its ascent. After a moment of moderate travel, the lift arrived at the selected floor.
The doors steadily opened and revealed a white wall. A black and white directory was mounted on the wall. Missy stepped off the lift and looked over its contents.
Team Rocket HQ First Floor Directory
West Wing
Break Room 101
Cafeteria 102
Mission Training
Tunnel to Main Barracks
East Wing
Hanger 1- 18
Arsenal
He certainly has a lot stocked piled, Missy said as she looked over the sign.
Team Rockets operatives have always been well-prepared Mistress, Ninetails replied.
Let's see how well their people have prepared, Missy said as she turned left.
She walked past the glass walls of the break room. She looked inside, the room was very large, it was filled with tables and chairs. A sofa had been placed in front of a massive big screen television. A few team members had gathered around it.
It was a standard break room, she quickly lost interest and went on her way. They passed by another room. The cafeteria was bustling with team members. To spite the number of people in the room she couldn't hear anything from her side of the hall.
She stopped and took a look inside. The team members were clearly engaged in their own affairs, talking, laughing, and reading, it was typical human behavior. It became clear to her that the base was well built. These rooms must have been constructed with materials that could drown out the sound very well.
Missy looked the sign over and turned right. She and ninetails pass by the break room before encountering a set of double doors. The sign above it read: Cafeteria. Missy opened the right door and peeked inside.
The cafeteria was bustling with people. The Very large room was filled with lunch tables and vending machines. A kitchen and serving line in the back. Missy listened to the clanking of pots and pans. A few workers were busy preparing lunch. She spied a clock on the far wall, it was nearly noon.
She shut the cafeteria door and looked down the hall. She wanted to see what their mission training was like. She walked down the hallway and came to a counter flanked by steel doors. There was a sign on the counter: Out to lunch. A false clock was on the counter, the dials were set to one pm.
Missy shook her head a touch disappointed that she wouldn't get any insight today. She needed to know how they operated in combat. She turned and made her way back down the corridor.
So much for that plan, she said.
Mistress what will we do? Ninetails asked.
She pondered wandering the hangers. She could imagine being approached by another team member and being bombarded with questions. That indignation wasn't something she wanted to deal with.
We're going to check out the break room? Missy replied as they strolled on.
Ninetails glanced over at her. The break room, really Mistress.
Missy smirked, the idea did seem ridiculous. She thought she could gain insight from it.
Yes really, she replied.
They stopped in front of the glass doors to the break room. She took the handle and gave it a good push. The door was heavy but opened easily.
She spotted an available table close to her. She pulled out the chair and took a seat.
She watched the team members closely. The most active group were the people around the television. They shouted profanities as they watched a pokemon battle. Curious about there aggravation, she decided to watch them from afar.
On the screen, a young male trainer pointed ahead. A nidorino charged at a gengar. The ghost leaped back but not in time to avoid the horn attack. Nidorino dug its horn into the gengar's chest. The ghost type took a heavy blow and was knocked back.
A young girl called out to the ghost type pokemon. The pokemon's eyes glowed red as a shadow ball formed before it.
The crowd at the stadium cheered as the pokemon readied its attack.
" Uh oh, looks like nidorino might be in serious trouble," the announcer said.
Gengar launched the shadowball at its opponent. The opposing trainer attempted to get his pokemon to dodge, but his efforts failed. The black orb of energy crashed into the pokemon and sent it flying into the dirt arena. Nidorino attempted to get up but collapsed to the ground.
" Looks like you owe me a thousand yen," a rocket grunt said to grunt next to him.
" Double it on the next battle?" his co-worker said.
Two new challengers pictures appeared on the screen. " Up next in the Silph Cup is Krista from Celadon City. She's up against Drew of Pewter City," the announcer said.
She eyed the team members. A few of them chatted amongst themselves, but most of the people in the room had their eyes glued to the screen.
The children on the program couldn't have been any older than twelve. They were so young, she knew trainers started their journey at the age of ten. Even with that knowledge, Missy was dumbfounded by the power a child could possess.
Drew gently tossed his ball into the arena. A slowbro emerged from it. The pokemon pink pokemon's shell flopped onto the ground. The pokemon stared blankly ahead. Krista smirked as she tossed her ball. A jynx materialized on her side of the arena.
Missy watched the pokemon's long locks of blond hair sway with her body. She had read about the pokemon, it was a psychic and ice type. It was one of the few pokemon who's entire species was female.
Krista pointed ahead and shouted a command. Jynx winked at her opponent before she blew the slowbro a kiss. Slowbro continued to obliviously stare onward. Missy couldn't tell if the pokemon was even aware of what was going on.
" What a lovely kiss," the announcer said.
The group in the room laughed at the announcer's quip.
That was a good one Mistress, Ninetails said.
Slowbro's eyes dropped as the pokemon fell into a deep slumber.
" This guy should have used a better pokemon," a rocket grunt said.
" Ya, only an idiot trains a pokemon that stupid," another grunt replied.
Her opponent was unwilling to yield, he shouted an order at his sleeping pokemon. To everyone's surprise, the slowbro raised its arm and put its finger in the air.
" Just when you thought it was over folks, slowbro counters with sleep talk," the announcer said. " It's using calm mind, looks like Krista might have a harder time than we all expected."
The move calm mind was used to raise a pokemon's special attack by one stage. She wondered if his move set was intended to stall, possibly a rest, sleep talk, calm mind, and an attack. Probably a very powerful attack, she thought.
His opponent was quick to shout out another command. The jynx calmly walked next to the slowbro and slapped it in the face. Slowbro took a good deal of damage, to spite the pain it must have been in, the pokemon continued to stare onward seemingly unphased by the battle.
" Oww, wake up slap, slowbro might be in serious trouble folks," the announcer said.
Drew smirked as he shouted an order. Slowbro's mouth opened as flames formed inside. The seemingly oblivious pokemon looked at its opponent and in a surprising comeback move, it used the move flamethrower.
Jynx shrieked as the flames surrounded it. The crowd cheered as the flames ceased. Jynx wobbled over before collapsing to the ground. Her trainer looked on in disbelief before she pointed her ball and recalled the pokemon.
" With a surprising move, Drew wins the round," the announcer said.
" Flamethrower!" the grunt shouted. " Stupid technical machines!"
The grunt next to him smiled with deep satisfaction. " Looks like you owe me."
His partner leered at him. " Want to double down again?"
" Oh common Joe, I know you don't have that kind of spare change."
Joe exchanged the playful expression. " I got it."
Missy rolled her eyes and focused on the tournament. She came to the conclusion that the team members around her were petty. The lower ranking members of Team Rocket seemed to have the lowest intelligence of the bunch. Butch, Cassidy, Domino and even Iron Mask were smarter than this lot.
In five days time, there would be a battle. Team Rockets field agents were smart, she hoped the commanders were smarter.
Team Flares red F emblem popped into her head. They had five days to figure out what they were up to. Every time she and Giovanni traveled they would come back with more questions than answers.
They had learned a good deal about their opponent, but they still didn't know enough about Team Flare, the vampires, or The Professor, not to mention the Time-Space Tower. For a moment she regretted not questioning Lysandre's motives when they first encountered.
The battles on the television raged, more bets were placed, and the conversations grew to wild for her taste. Missy glanced at the clock and was thankful the time was 12:51. She got up from her chair, together she and ninetails left the noisy room.
On her way to the elevator, she passed many groups of Team Rocket grunts and a few office workers.
A young rocket grunt strutted past a few boys. She looked snazzy in her black uniform.
She spun around and pointed at the boys who followed her. " I'm going to show you both how to win the simulation."
One of them gawked at her. " I'm not going to lose to you again."
They fell out of earshot as she hastened her pace. Missy shook her head as she pressed the down button. She waited a moment for the elevator when it arrived seven grunts exited. A few of them glared at her as they got out.
She and ninetails stepped inside. She tapped the button for B-3.
Do you think he's still upset about yesterday Mistress? Ninetails asked.
Maybe, I'm still bothered by it then I have no doubt he is, Missy replied.
Perhaps you should apologize Mistress, Ninetails suggested.
The elevator came to a halt and door slowly opened. Nothing to apologize for.
They stepped onto the floor. It was bustling with people. Office workers were busy exchanging pleasantries and meandering with folders. A man briskly walked past her while texting on his phone. As she walked down the corridor an almost unheard silence came and went in the hallway.
She shrugged it off attributing the behavior to human gossip and misunderstandings. She paid little attention to anyone as she made her way to the double rosewood doors of Giovanni's office.
Missy got ready to knock but was put off when Giovanni began to speak.
" I understand your situation, you're going to have to set aside this matter for the moment. I want your people in Kalos by tomorrow morning," Giovanni said, he set the phone back onto the receiver.
Ninetails curiously looked up at her. I wonder what that was about Mistress?
Missy gently rapped on the door. We'll find out soon enough.
" Come in," Giovanni said.
He took a sip of his coffee while she took her seat. Persian rubbed against his leg. The cat purred as he nuzzled Giovanni.
He looked at her, that look in his eyes was scrutinous. " A bow tie?"
She flicked the bow tie. " Bow ties are cool."
He glanced at his computer screen and tapped the enter button on his keyboard. " I can't believe I'm having this discussion with a woman."
Missy put her fingers to her chest and showcased the bow tie. " There's nothing to discuss."
Giovanni sighed. " You're a stubborn girl, fine, who am I to tell you what you should and shouldn't wear."
Missy huffed. " You really shouldn't."
Giovanni's eyes combed over her attire as he leered at her. " Did you bring the information I requested?"
She teleported the report to his desk. He opened it and looked at the contents.
He set the report aside. " You never told me what happened on opening night. "
" The guest talked about music and the lack thereof. I had only been there a few minutes when Lysandre and Godey came on the stage. They had a speech about how the tower was supposed to quell the Gods. Team Flare was there, I had no idea who they were or what they were up to," she explained.
Giovanni's finger scratched in between persian's ears. "It's troublesome, you mentioned him summoning Palkia and Dialga, but had no real insight into the event."
" Insight, I had none. Lysandre and I spoke that's when he told me that he envisioned a new world. Not too long after that he and his team attacked me. That's when Palkia and Dialga showed up. Lysandre was using the adamant staff to attempt to control Dialga. From what I saw and what we know now he failed and retreated. That's when Dialga attacked me and he sent me back into the past," she explained.
" He launched you into the past?" Giovanni asked.
Missy sneered as she recalled the event. " Yes, that temporal abomination launched me back to 990 AD."
He rolled his fingers behind persian's ear. " That's when your story began."
" No that's when my legend began, that's the day I happened upon that village. Technically my story began on September 17th, 2016," Missy replied. She rolled her fingers in ninetails head fur. " With the tower in mind, I think we should travel to the second grand opening. It will be a good opportunity to see the mechanics of the tower."
" I think it might be better to travel to 1909. We could gain better insight and potentially stop the events of that night," Giovanni suggested.
Missy lifted her fingers from the fox's head. " No, we can't-do that. Directly crossing timelines is dangerous, we have everything to lose should we encounter myself or Team Flare. Especially if they realize who you actually are, they could change their plans entirely."
" Change their plans?" he inquired.
" Think about it, they could change their motives and attempt to kill you, they could go back to the start of Team Rocket and destroy the organization before you could ever become a threat or they could do something else entirely," Missy explained.
Giovanni's eyes had widened he gazed down at the report. Missy leaned back into her chair and let him take the information in.
" What's stopping them from doing that now?" he asked.
Missy folded her hands. " Team Flare clearly knows enough to realize such an attack would create a paradox. I think the Professor has been educating them about time travel for some time."
" What makes you so sure she's the one behind it?" he asked.
Missy smiled as she leaned back in her chair. " When we encountered Team Flare at the Ruins of Alph she's the one that sent Lysandre and Malva through the gate. The course of their actions implied that they were waiting for her approval, in the picture she was the one using the vortex manipulator, that tells me she knows more then Malva, and we just learned that she's creating Vampires."
" Yes until we encountered Giratina I had thought the Vampires were the ones behind this," he admitted.
" I don't like to make assumptions, we need to learn more," she said.
" So the grand re-opening is our best bet," he said. Giovanni picked up his mug and took another long drink of coffee.
She stood up and mounted it on his desk. " Then it's settled, excuse me."
Missy teleported herself to the wardrobe. She fished around the racks for a moment before coming across a long and narrow black skirt. It flowed at the train. The skirt was sleek and elegantly designed. She snatched a pair of flats and changed close.
She stepped in front of the mirror and looked over her attire. She flicked at the bow tie once more, what she really needed for the occasion was a broach. She was at a loss on that one, she had never bothered to acquire such an item. Still, the bow tie had put him off. She had achieved her goal, so she decided to keep it for the time being.
As she placed her hair in a bun she wondered if she should wear a jacket. She had the tardis check the weather. The results were projected onto the mirror. Alamos Town, May 12th, 1911, sunny with a high of seventy-five degrees Fahrenheit or twenty-three degrees Celsius.
Missy smiled she was perfectly dressed for the day ahead. She snatched her umbrella and teleported back into his office. Giovanni was busy typing on his computer. She frowned disappointed that he had carried on with his own agendas.
Missy twirled before she leaned into his desk. " How do I look?"
He looked over at her and leaned back into his chair. He frowned before as he crossed his arms. " If you lost the bow tie I'd say you were ready for a mission."
Missy huffed as she stepped away from his desk. " No."
Mistress, I think he's got a point, Ninetails said as she rubbed against her side.
You're all going to have to deal with it, she replied.
Giovanni rolled his eye's. " Bow tie or not I'm pleased that we can return to our travels."
He got up from his desk and stepped around to the other side. She looked over to him but decided to say nothing.
Giovanni approached her, persian trailed behind him. The cat's eyes had a disgusted look, but to spite his malcontent he remained quiet. He brushed up against Giovanni's leg.
Giovanni offered her his hand." Shall we?"
Missy smirked before she took it. " Of course."
She pressed the travel button and the room became a white haze. The cream-colored walls of his office blended into an array of pastel shades of yellows and rosy pinks. The colors meshed into all shades of green.
As they traveled Missy could have sworn she heard the subtle notes of a piano being played. The sound grew as they approached the past.