Japanese Title: Competition On Tangelo! Not The Only Challenge!
Translation: Konpetishon On Bontan! Not Sono Onrii Chousen!
By: Pro_V
Peter moaned and sat up, sitting up facing the mirror and seeing his reflection, "Woah!" he burst before realizing what he was looking at, "This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea," he choked and shook his head, "Brown hair. Brown eyes. A flower print shirt with yellow on it. Yech!" he looked down at his hands, "A fake tan. Pleh," he let his tongue hang out of his mouth, "How do these islanders do it?"
"Master Rubeus. You finally woke up," Cassidy peeked in the door with Jessie poking her head in above hers, both checking to be sure that he wasn't armed with any scissors.
"Are you two finally done messing around with my head? In any and all fashions?" he shivered and again pulled down a piece of his hair to stare at it.
"Yes. We're done," Jessie nodded slowly, "Please tell us it'll work."
Peter stood up and held the edge of the dresser to keep from fainting again and stared at himself in the mirror, "Well…If I wasn't me, I wouldn't recognize me, that's for sure. As long as I can adjust-" he paused and cleared his throat, changing his voice, "As long as I can adjust to the colors without getting sick, and as long as I can remember to mind my voice acting…It should be fine."
"Victory!" Cassidy shrieked without thinking, "Oops…Sorry…"
"There is just one small detail you have to remember," Jessie shoved in just as Peter was ready to bark something at Cassidy, "The contacts don't hide your eyes when they flash."
"Excuse me?" Peter put one eyebrow up.
"If you get angry and your eyes flare red, the contacts won't cover it. It'll shine right through, so you'll have to watch your temper."
"More like you did it as an excuse for me to watch my temper!" he growled and stomped out the door onto the deck, hopping the railing, "OK. Keep it cool, remember you're not in black, watch your shadows, mind your voice, try and forget you're wearing an earring, and be friendly…I'm not going to make it."
He looked down along the beach, spotting dozens of people running into the water. He looked all the way to the other end, over peoples' heads and around Pokemon and spotted the ferry to Tangelo Island. He ginned evilly and started walking, ignoring anyone who looked at him or said anything to him. He had a job to do, and being sociable was not at all an option.
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"See you tomorrow, Medira!" Eevy waved crazily as she stepped to the railing of the ferry, "I'll bring you a souvenir!"
"Great! Make sure it's the trophy from the competition! You'll do it for sure!" Medira waved back, "Good luck, Eevy!"
Jason walked up beside her, "You're sure you're going to be all right alone?" he asked, taking her hands and turning her towards him.
"Don't worry, Jason! I'll be just fine. Besides, you'll be back tomorrow. About the only thing I'll be doing is sitting around staring at the TV to watch Eevy cream some people."
"All right. I'd better get on there then," he pulled her closer and laid a kiss on her lips, "We'll go out or something when we get back before we go home."
"Sounds good to me," she waved as he walked away and bounded onto the boat, "Cheer them on for me, Jason! Give them everything you've got! Good luck, guys! Take first place for me! Bye!"
"Bye, Medira! See you tomorrow!" Sooney waved crazily.
Medira smiled wide as the ferry to Tangelo Island pulled out. She winked at Jason as he stood leaning over the bar with his arms folded on it, staring at her. He smiled wide and turned around, walking back through the crowd after donning his hood. Eevy, Lance, Luri and Will all pulled their hoods up at identical times, hiding their faces from nosey cameras and annoying trainers. In a somewhat 'lucky' way for Medira, she wasn't quite as well-known as they were yet. Not too many people knew about the position of Medio Mistress yet, as it was created for her and her alone. She still wouldn't have minded fans. Fans are fun in her opinion, but to the Elite 4 and Champion Mistress, they were pests. She wasn't sure just what Morty and the other Gym Leaders thought of them, and in all actuality, didn't much care. She turned and limped down the boardwalk, heading back to Lorelei's beach house.
Peter stopped and looked across the boardwalk, spotting Medira instantly. He then looked out to the boat, seeing the Champion Mistress and Elite Fourth. That was a dead clue in the rest of the group had gone as well. He kept his sights trained on Medira, watching her walk until there was a break in the people around her. He then noticed the way she was walking.
"Why's she limping?" he asked himself in a worried low whisper before shoving his way between people to get to her.
He didn't walk right up and start talking. He'd have looked like an idiot. Of course, in his opinion, he already did in the clothes he was wearing. He strolled slowly along behind her, pausing when she paused and continuing when she did. He was desperately hoping she wouldn't notice someone following her and wishing for her not to sense his presence. He was beginning to think that his unique aura couldn't escape from beneath all the fake tan Cassidy and Jessie had forced on him. She stopped beside Lorelei's place and started going in, but veered off to the side, heading down the beach and into one of the many bars that lined the sand.
"Peruwa actually lets her in there alone?!" he flipped silently, "What is he?! Totally brainless?!" he paused and pondered that question, debating on whether there was any point to it or not before going in himself.
Medira pushed herself into the seat and asked for a certain channel on the TV, "They should be getting there any time," she stared at the television, talking out loud.
"You're Medira Kurayami, aren't you?" someone caught her attention from beside her, sitting down.
"Uh…Yes, I am," she answered hesitantly, staring at him blankly, "How'd you know me?"
"You're the only Medio Mistress around," he sat with his back to the counter, his elbows on the edge.
She'd originally thought no one knew about her position, but Kratos must have gone flapping his gums for publicity, "That's true," she nodded slowly while staring at his red-brown hair.
He glanced over her shoulder at the TV, "What're you watching good?" he spun around, spinning the stool.
"Oh. It's a karate competition on Tangelo Island. My friends are competing in it this year, but I couldn't go," she paused and looked down at her right ankle, "Stupid sprained ankle."
"That's too bad. Is it the Champion Mistress?" Peter remembered to keep his hands to himself and crossed his arms on the counter.
"Competing? Yes, it is. She took her brother and cousin as her partners. They left on the ferry about twenty minutes ago. I really wanted to go, but it's hard to walk."
Jessie and James peeked around the doorframe, "There he is," Jessie pointed to Peter, "Come on. Let's go. I've just got to see my work in action."
"Wait a second, Jess," James shivered, "I really don't think we should do this. What if he gets angry?" he squeaked, "I don't want to be a roasted Rocket."
"Stop being such a baby, James!" she grabbed his wrist and pulled him in the door, stomping across the room and sitting down beside Peter.
Peter choked and eyed her nastily, just barely remembering he had to watch his temper, "Hi," he grumbled and turned away.
Jessie sat in a tight turtle-necked sleeveless white shirt showing her stomach and a short red skirt. Around the neck of her shirt was a short pink scarf and she'd actually traded in her big green earrings for red ones. Her sneakers were red, pink and white and she wore one red, one white and one pink karma bracelet on each wrist. The final touch was the pink tinted sunglasses. The left lens had tiny fake diamonds in the shape of a heart in the bottom corner. Her hair was up in a French twist and she gave Peter a nervous look before pulling out a blush kit and red lipstick.
James shivered as he sat down and looked away from Peter. He pulled at the strands of his cut denim shorts and repositioned his green and blue tie-dyed shirt about six dozen times. He kept pushing his green tinted sunglasses up his nose, but they just kept slipping back again. He messed with his green, blue and white sneakers and twisted his watch around his wrist. He'd pulled his hair back in a short ponytail and was now debating on taking it out.
Medira couldn't shake the feeling she knew these two, "Do I know you?" she asked blankly.
"Who? Us?" Jessie turned while putting on her lipstick, putting a line of red across her right cheek, "AH!" she shrieked before looking back to Medira as if nothing had happened, "Oh, uh…No. I don't believe so," she snickered nervously while vigorously rubbing the lipstick from her face.
Peter grumbled something and leaned over to Jessie, "What are you two doing here?" he growled slightly.
"We…just wanted to see our handy work put to the test," Jessie answered shyly.
"Please don't hurt me!" James begged, putting his chin on the table and putting an arm on each side, locking his fingers together on top of his head.
"And how, pray tell, would I do that without being discovered?" he snapped before leaning back to Medira, "Sorry about that. What were we saying?"
Medira blinked a few times, tilting her eyebrow, "Just talking about the competition on Tangelo."
"That's right! I remember now. Please, forgive my short term memory," he slid his hand under hers, picking it up to kiss the back.
She snatched her hand away, "Don't worry about it," she turned away to stare at the TV.
"Stupid!" Peter thought, mere inches from smacking himself in the forehead, "I'm sorry, Miss Kurayami. I honestly didn't mean anything by it," he leaned far to the left to look around her side opposite the counter, "Really."
"It's OK," Medira fidgeted nervously in her seat while watching the TV and glancing back at Peter.
A Meowth strolled in the door, a cell phone in his mouth. He hopped onto the table, his black collar with the gold bell clattering around. He sat down beside James and dropped the phone.
"Meowth-meowth!" Meowth watched himself, being extra careful not to talk.
James shrieked and grabbed the phone, pulling Jessie with him as he jumped out the door and ran around the side of the building. Medira and Peter turned around as the stool James had been sitting on crashed to the floor in his hurry.
"Well," Medira crossed her arms, "I wonder what that was all about."
Peter just tilted an eyebrow and ignored them, "Who knows?" he turned back to Medira as she turned to face the TV.
Jessie and James stood beside the building, holding the phone between them to listen. Meowth stood at their feet, now on two legs, and stared up at the phone nervously. He could just hear The Boss explaining something and was too afraid to ask. Jessie and James looked at each other shakily before hanging up, snatching Meowth by the scruff of the neck and running down the street as fast as they could go.
Peter and Medira watched them soar by the door, both cocking their heads and blinking blankly. Butch leaned back in his seat in the center of the room and looked around the pillar. He pushed the white hair band around his head up and stared at Peter as he sat next to Medira. He was in a white T-shirt with bright green sleeves and bright green shorts reaching below his knees. He kicked the leg of the table with his bright green and white sneakers and puffed his hair from his face, glaring at Peter.
Cassidy sat across from him in daffodil yellow and bright orange. She had orange sunglasses and a yellow spaghetti-strapped shirt with orange trim and straps. Her tight orange skirt reached just below her knees and she wore a Thunder Stone bracelet on each wrist. Her yellow platform sandals had one orange stripe down each outside and three-inch soles. The two long 'ponytails' of her hair had each been braided then twisted together at the base of her neck. She crossed her right leg over her left and stared across the table at Butch.
"Are you even alive in there?" she asked, putting her right eyebrow up.
"Yes, I'm alive!" he snorted back, causing her to lean away.
"Geez! What's eating you?" she asked hesitantly, "Are you jealous of that guy or something? Because if you are-"
"Shut your trap, Cassidy!" he spat and scowled at Peter, "Can't you not flap your gums for a measly five minutes?!"
"Ooh," she growled lowly and pounded her fist on the table, "I'm leaving," she puffed and stood up, picking up the yellow and orange pack that held her Team Rocket gear.
"What? What'd I do?" Butch stared at her as she walked away and stomped out the door, "What the hell was that for?"
Cassidy stormed down the boardwalk and slammed down on a bench, "Moron," she fumed until she heard the cell phone buried in her pack ring.
She dug frantically through the bag, being careful not to let any of her clothes spill out for fear they'd be recognized. She pulled out her phone, slammed the antenna up and turned it on, listening carefully to the crackling reception. Her eyes got wider with each word and she quickly hung up as soon as The Boss was done talking. She reached to her belt and called out Raticate, having picked Butch's pocket to get its Poke'Ball. She sprang up, put her backpack on, and started running down the boardwalk with Raticate trailing close behind.
"If that idiot Butch wants to find out what The Boss has to say, he can call and find out on his own," she puffed as she ran, deciding her partner could find out the hard way.
Butch shook his head and looked back to Peter, listening in as best he could, "So, what's the Champion Mistress up to out here in the Orange Archipelago?" Peter leaned around Medira's side.
"Just a vacation," Medira answered lightly, still staring at the TV, "We're going home tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, hmm?" Peter said thoughtfully, "That's too bad, seeing as how I've yet to get to know you."
"Yeah," Medira muttered, staying turned away, yet narrowing her eyes at him as she looked far to the right, "I suppose so."
"There're your friends," Peter pointed to the TV screen, nearly bursting when he spotted Eevy.
Medira tipsily stood up and hit the volume button crazily to turn the TV up, "Group one is our returning champion group with the exception of May Oak!" most looked at the TV while others just continued drinking, "The Minor Master of Ecruteak City Pokemon Gym! Morty Hikoboshi!" people started moving closer to the TV, "The mystical magician of the Four Corners and Orange Archipelago! Eusine Hikoboshi!" as the next name was announced, people started getting closer, "Both being led by the Champion Mistress of Pokemon! Evangelina Hikoboshi!"
"Hey!" someone on the other side of the room cried, "The Champion Mistress is on TV!"
"Where?!" the whole bar boomed at once, jumping in front of the TV.
People were shouting everywhere, ganging up around the television and around Peter and Medira. One conversation in particular caught Medira's attention quite well, "Did you know the Elite Fourth and the Champion Mistress are together?" "No way! That Ryujin's one lucky guy!" "Yeah, she's really cute. And the Psychic Master and the Chill Mistress are together too!" "Woah! That's a total blow away! What about Peruwa? You can't honestly tell me he's still single, can you?!" "No way! He got himself one heck of a babe from Dogwood over on GT Rin. I heard she's a real sweet!" "I'll bet! The Elite always get the good girls!"
"If they only knew," Medira said in a low murmur with a very slight snicker.
Peter felt like baking the group that was now gathered tightly around him, but it would have been no use even if he had been able to attack in public; he couldn't get his arms free! The people were bunched together so tightly he couldn't move! All this to watch the person he wanted dead whomp a few people.
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A motorboat roared across the water and it definitely wasn't Skiff Frigate's boat. It was pure black with a huge red R on each side and R-R-Rocket on the back. It was easy to see where this boat came from. A Rocket dressed all in black, face darkened by his hat, drove the boat as it skimmed along. Jessie, James, Meowth, Cassidy, Jen and Mondo sat on the dock, staring out at the boat as it approached. Butch came stumbling up behind them, growling about how next time Cassidy had better tell him what was going on. The boat stopped slowly at the edge of the dock, two of the three figures standing up.
One stepped up onto the dock. She wore a short white skirt with a red stripe just above the rim and tall white boots with a red stripe just below the top. Hanging from her belt were two rings, each on a foot and a half of rope. Also tucked in her belt was a black flower; a tulip. She wore a floppy red hat with a white front and long white gloves with a red stripe just below the top. Her shirt was black with the usual red R and was slightly V-necked. She wore a black choker and had light indigo eyes. She had bright blonde hair pulled to two ponytails; one on each side of her head. They were both curled like springs, snapping around each time she stepped. She adjusted her hat and smiled wide, narrowing her eyes a bit.
"Hey," her voice was definitely soprano, "I'm Mondo's new partner."
"No problem!" Mondo drooled and beamed, "I'm Mondo!"
"So I gathered," she snickered and pulled one of her curly ponytails down, letting it spring back.
The second pulled himself up onto the dock and stood up straight, his left arm down to his side and his right fist on his hip. His hair was slightly shorter than James' but didn't boast the one stand hanging down in front. Well…That wasn't totally true. It was there, but he just kept blowing it back. It was pitch black; the very tips red with white above that. He wore long white pants with the red R on the outside of each ankle and white boots. His shirt was white with that usual R on the center and on the outside of each shoulder. His gloves were just like James and Butch's; but were white with R's at the top of each. He popped his left knuckles and snickered.
"I'm Jen's new partner," he nodded once.
Jen stepped forward and giggled, putting her left hand up to her mouth and putting out her right, "H-H-Hi. I'm Jen. Lovely to meet you indeed," she smiled wide and turned slightly red.
He merely shook her hand, which was definitely not what Jen had been hoping for, "Good for you," he answered, in his opinion, sarcastically, "So, what Pokemon are we stealing today?"
"Eh…" Jessie leaned away nervously, "Steal…Pokemon?" she asked hesitantly.
"Uh…yeah," Mondo's new partner said haughtily, "Last time I checked, that's what Rockets do, is it not?"
"The Boss told you this was a special assignment, didn't he?" Cassidy asked quickly.
"Yeah, but doesn't that mean like large quantity heists or something?" Jen's new partner put his shoulders up questioningly.
"Not in this case, I'm afraid," Mondo drooped, causing both the new members to frown.
"No. In this case we get used as targets in the line of fire," James moaned, slouching low.
"So…what? We don't get to steal any Pokemon?" Mondo's partner wilted, "What a rip off! This is totally unfair!"
"What goes here?! I'm only two gyps from becoming an Executive! Why'd The Boss put me out here?!" Jen's partner growled.
"You only need two scandals to be an Executive?!" Jen bugged out, "Geez!"
"What? How far away are you?" he narrowed one eye, now trying to process why he got stuck with this bimbette.
"Seven at least!" Jen wailed, "I'm a total failure!"
"Don't feel bad," Jessie moaned, "You only need a fraction of what we need."
"Can I ask a question?" Mondo's new partner crossed her arms, right under left, and put up her right index finger, "If we don't steal Pokemon, what do we do?"
Butch looked side to side before leaning down to whisper, "Ever heard of Peter Rubeus?"
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"Yeah!" another wave of cheers filled the entire bar.
This had been going on for a good two hours now, the whole place cheering every time the Champion Mistress or one of her partners made a good hit. Hisses and boos went out each time they took a hit or missed, which was only somewhat rare. Most of the people shouting were either boozed-up or getting there and the whole building would shake every time the roar of applause went out. Medira was half sloshed, still sitting in the same spot, but starting to zone. Peter had been watching himself, knowing he had to stay sober to get all the information he could. If he got drunk, any data he accumulated would be instantly forgotten upon waking up with a hangover. Medira tipped back and he quickly caught her, sitting her back up and minding where he put his hands.
"Hey, thanks," she swallowed and blinked hard, looking down at her watch, "I think I'd better get going. It's getting late and I just know I'm gonna be smashed in the morning."
"In the morning?" he thought as she stood up wavering, "What about now?" he reached out and caught her arm as she started tipping, "Man, you're a dizzy drunk."
"Thanks a lot," she puffed with a hiccup, snatching her arm away.
"Geez, and a mean one too. Let me walk with you," he stood up but she shoved him to sit.
"No. Don't be silly. It's just a couple blocks at most," she closed her eyes hard and opened them slowly, "On second thought, yeah. Maybe you'd better come."
He grinned and stood up, literally having to guide her out of the place. He probably would have had to anyway, seeing as how there was a slew of people everywhere you looked. After they had successfully managed to navigate the tank traps of people, they got onto the beach and started walking slowly, Peter being forced to steady her every now and then.
"So, what have been up to way out here in the Orange Islands?" Peter pulled her to stand straight.
"Just hanging out," she swallowed, not being too dizzy to answer questions, "Swimming, surfing, playing beach ball. You know. Island stuff."
He wished he knew what she was talking about, but he never really cared to know, "Yeah. Yeah, I know. You're going home tomorrow, you said?"
"Yeah, if our friend Maren gets here on time. I'm supposed to go out with my boyfriend before we leave, but we might not have time."
He turned up the left corner of his upper lip at the mention of Jason, "Oh, really? That's too bad," he choked out, not believing he actually just said what he said.
"That place right there," Medira pointed off to the side to Lorelei's beach house, surprising him that she actually remembered where she was staying.
"Lorelei's place," Peter helped her up the steps, "I should have known…"
"What?" she looked at him and tipped her head, "What'd you just say?"
"Oh, nothing!" he jumped about six feet into the air, "Just muttering to myself."
"What? You talk to yourself when you're drunk?" she snickered.
"I had one drink, thank you," he nearly let his hiss slip out, but caught it just in time.
"Yeah, sure you did," she laughed as she hopped to a stop in front of the door, "Thanks for walking with me. It was really nice of you."
"It was no tro-" he was cut off quickly as she turned and pulled his shirt, laying her lips on his.
"This feels…familiar…" even though she was a bit on the intoxicated side, she could still place her thoughts well enough.
He stood wide-eyed, blinking hard, "She must really be looped to do this…I hope…" he closed his eyes and put his arms around her back.
She pulled back slowly, staring into his…uh…brown (?) eyes, "Um…Thanks again," she reached back and pulled his hands away.
"Yeah…Yeah sure," he stepped back and hit the bar, thinking silently as she opened the door, "No, Peter, you can't go inside. You won't go inside. Not even if she asks," he looked her over, "No matter how good she looks and how loose she is…No!" he shook himself straight and looked away, glancing back every now and again, "You've got work to do. Let it wait until she knows just who it is she's getting into it with. Even you must admit it'd be wrong."
She popped the door open, "You know," she started while turning around, "I never got…" she paused, as he was gone, "…Your name…"
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Peter pulled himself over the back railing of The Boss' beach house and walked in the back door. He walked over to the bed, turned around, and fell backwards onto it, bouncing a bit before lying still with his arms stretched out to either side and his legs hanging off the bed. He stayed there for a good twenty minutes as the setting sun fell to darkness. He kept a dead straight and blank face while slowly shaking his head and closing his eyes. He thought very briefly about what she'd said; they were leaving for Gertan Rin (or, as the islanders he was trying to impersonate called it, 'GT Rin') early the next day and she'd probably be out with Peruwa before they left. This, and this alone, gave him a chance to strike without fear of Medira getting caught in the blast, but that also meant Jason Jonathon Peruwa III wouldn't be there. That was something he'd just have to deal with, as he didn't want to risk hurting Medira.
He stood and walked into the bathroom, vigorously scratching at his forehead to remove the brown from it. After a good two-dozen tries, he finally got it as clean as he could. The contacts were trashed immediately thereafter. The tan came off fairly easily; more easily than the hair color, that's for sure. He was elated, to say the least, at the sight of his snake and dagger. He quickly changed to black pants and boots and a deep blue long sleeved shirt. He sighed as his snakish red eyes stared back instead of those brown things. He pulled the earring off and stomped on it, wishing never to see that hideous thing ever again. He stepped out just as Team Rocket stepped in and hooked his black cloak to his shoulders, turning around with it whirling with him and glaring at them.
"What do you want?" he hissed, his real voice filling the room, "And why did you not knock?"
"Well…You see…uh, Master Rubeus…" James poked his fingers together, "Don't char broil us, but The Boss sent us a couple of new…uh…friends?"
Peter turned his head to the left and narrowed his left eye, "Oh really? And who might they be?"
Mondo stepped to the side, "This is Domino," he motioned to the blond that had arrived on the boat, "My new partner."
"What a pleasure," Domino jumped forward, "What a great honor to meet you, Master Rubeus. I've seen all your files and records at the police station. You are the best."
Mondo muttered something as Jen pointed over her shoulder, "And this is Jaz," she pointed directly at the guy who'd come off the boat, "My new partner."
"Very pleased to meet you, Master Rubeus, sir," Jaz was nearly paralyzed in delight at the sight of Peter, "You are truly the best of the worst, sir. Even The Boss admires you, sir."
"Thank you," Peter put his right hand on his hip, "But comments will not earn you anything from me. Only doing your job will get you your payment, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Domino, but I do not pay in affection," Domino drooped as Mondo felt like cheering, but detained himself, "As far as your boss admiring me…Good for him. If he's so desperate he needs to find a role model in someone half is age such as me, I'll begin to question just how he manages to lead the notorious Team Rocket without fear of a conspiracy or revolt."
"Hey! You can't talk about our Boss like that!" Domino snapped out of herself, pulling the loops from her belt and spinning them wildly.
The loops spun in a blur, creating the sound of a twister, "Is that supposed to intimidate me?" Peter snickered.
"Don't do it, Domino!" Jen shrieked, "He's dangerous!"
"I'm not going to let him talk about Giovanni like that!" Domino spat, "Take back the stuff you said or I'll knock you upside the head!"
"You've got a big mouth, Miss Domino," Peter grinned and turned to his right, putting his left hand up towards her, "That will earn you nothing."
He let out a wave of heat, hitting Domino head on. She stopped swinging the loops and crossed her arms in front of her face. She was lifted right off her feet and thrown back into the wall, causing Jessie and Butch to jump to the side. She slammed the wall and slipped down, shouting as she hit and moaning as slid down to sit, her knees together and her legs bent up. Her rings clattered to the floor beside her as she put her right arm around her knees and her left hand on the floor in a desperate attempt to stand up. Mondo ran over to her and sat down next to her, smiling wide as she looked up and nodded at him. Mondo reached to hand her back her rings, but he grabbed the metal loops, searing his hand. Peter's heat wave had heated the metal up, burning his hand.
"How'd he do that?!" Jaz flipped.
"For a near Executive, you sure are stupid, "Jen muttered, "Master Rubeus has acquired the power of heat and flames as well as his ability to drop to shadows."
"Shadows?" Jaz stepped back, "Eee…"
"I suggest you all mind your words and actions," Peter crossed his arms and ignored the dirty looks Mondo and Domino were sending him, "We've got a lot of work to do tomorrow and I'm not going to deal with your ignorance. You will learn your place," he looked out the sliding glass doors leading onto the deck and onto the beach, "Or you will be displaced."
The Next Chronicle:
Blown-Up Beach Blow-Out
NotesOK...So "Jaz" wasn't the most creative of all names. Hey, neither is "Jen", so deal with it. I've been kinda obsessed with Team Rocket lately, so this is the least of your worries if you don't like them. [Eevy: Oh goody...] ~_~*
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