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[The video opens on the view a pair of wiggling Munchlax feet as the pokémon sits on its seat, the feet of a Scyhter apparent in the background before the camera is turned, for a second the large mouth of the teal pokémon before focusing on the owner of the owner of the 'Gear, who for a moment appears to be a lump of black coat and white fabric before the soviet emerges from his makeshift cocoon, adjusting the newly aqquired glasses on his face and sitting up from his nestling position in the corner of what was obviously now the Magnet train. Which way he was going however was not so obvious.]

Dipshit, gear here. Now.  Am needing it.

[The gear is dutifully handed over, the Russian looking at it for a moment before switching the video off. People now knew he was on the Magnet train, he didn't need to give people any more clues to his location.]

[ Private text message to Minnie.]

You are in Saffron, yes? Meet me near the pokémon centre there.

I will see you soon.

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Date: 2011-12-26 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com


[she flinched, having expect some kind of weapon, but as she sees it in the air, curiosity gets the best of her, and she catches it. She blinked as it lands in her hands, and she slowly wnraps it, eyes widening. Wait... could this be...?

Stunned, she lifted her head, still speaking to him.]

Is... is this really...?

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Date: 2011-12-26 03:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meatysoviet.livejournal.com
[[Pfft lol yes, because Russia is that predictable always on occasion.]]

[Why has this suddenly gotten rather uncomfortable? He wasn't expecting it to go nicely, but this was just... It was like some form of torture, except not. Torture he could probably deal with.]


Yes, is really. Merry Christmas or whatever you celebrate.

[His pokémon are healed now, and when she decides to see what monster it is Minnie will have a Medicham to go play with. His good deed of the year is done.

He'll just be moving to leave, because what are explanations?]
Edited Date: 2011-12-26 03:54 am (UTC)

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Date: 2011-12-26 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com


[She stares quietly at the ball for a moment. The tightness in her chest has begun to ease, and something wet is brimming at her eyes. She then notices he's leaving, and an idea instantly comes to her.]

W-wait!

[She quickly dives into her bag, and pulls out a small plastic bag of hand-made cookies. She finally uses her legs, going to his side, gently taking his arm and offering him the bag. They look very yummy, and have colorful ribbons tied around it.]

... Here... please. And... a Merry Christmas to you too.

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Date: 2011-12-26 08:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meatysoviet.livejournal.com
[[It's hers, if only because he has no idea where to find another Medicham. ._. ]]

[He's... not entirely sure how to react, if only because he's not entirely sure why he's here handing over the Medicham in the first place. It just seemed to be the right thing to do all things considered that and he was somewhat overwhelmed by everyone buying HIM things. He's not sure what happened there.]


I do not celebrate this holiday.

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Date: 2011-12-26 01:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com


That's okay... Then... just take it as a sign of gratitude.

[She's not going to hear any objections apparently, as she gently places the bag of cookies in his hand.]

... Thank you. That's something that can be said in any world.

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Date: 2011-12-26 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meatysoviet.livejournal.com
[He flinches a little, though he managed to stifle it as he feels the package hit his palm. While he wants to refuse a second time... But he's getting the idea that refusing is going to get them nowhere.]

...

[Still, it was tempting.]

... I suppose I can do that.

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Date: 2011-12-26 10:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] her-mouse-jesty.livejournal.com
Good!

[She smiles, then lets go of his arm. Better not press her luck, after all. she steps back, allowing him to leave, and cuddling her returned Pokeball close.]

... Thank you for taking good care of them.

[Even though he still has the others, there's such a great sense of gratitude in her voice for the one.]

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Date: 2011-12-27 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meatysoviet.livejournal.com
[He looks back to the women for a moment before giving her one of the only genuine smiles he's managed since the train fiasco Stupid Alfred and his stupid meddling and sazzerfrazzafrikkenAlfredmuttermutter...]

До́брое сло́во и ко́шке прия́тно~

[He says little after that, giving her a(n almost) lax salute, turning on his heel as he does so. If Team Rocket realise he's gone through their spoils (regardless that he stole it) and gave back her Medicham, then he might just be in trouble... But he has to admit- he feels a little better. Now Alfred can't bitch at him, and people should just leave him the hell alone.

It was a good deal for both of them in that aspect, the Russian moving out into the colder weather.

They were done here afterall.]

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