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[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2r3xjz7.png);color:#ffffff;][atrb=width,400][atrb=height,290][atrb=style,border:0 none,bTable] [scrolly:h(280),w(380),sy,as(padding:0px;margin-top:-0px;margin-left:10px;)]Saffron city! It was by far one of Sen’s favourite cities within all of Kanto. Why? Because it was huge of course. There were so many unsuspecting people everywhere! It was one of the best places to go if you needed some quick change. If someone happened to notice the sleep of your hand into someone else’s wallet, then the getaway opportunities were unlimited! There were so many side roads and hiding places that it was like taking candy from a Caterpie. “Where was that… Ah!” A small, rather beaten up piece of paper was pulled from the red headed mans pocket. It wasn’t until he unfolded the paper that he finally stopped walking to get a better look at it. “Here you go Sen, money for your pocket. Now go spend it on a map! What good is a map anyway?” A rather huge grin crossed the red heads face as he lifted a hand to rub the back of his head. “I can use it to find bars!” With that, the young man flung back his head and a rather loud, obnoxious laugh escaped his lips. That laughter had continued as he began to walk again, making his way into one of the largest building in the city; Saffron City Department Store. He had thought about simply stealing the things he needed on the shopping list but changed his mind. He been paid enough that he was certain he’d have a bit left over by the time he was finished. Haggling was something Sen was an expert at…. Or so he believed. …. “Man there tough in there…” Came a sigh from the one eyed red headed man as he made his way back out of the department store. He hadn’t been able to talk any of the store clicks to give him a deal. Two of them had glared him down like they were ready to skin him to the bones the moment he asked. Another had flat out told him it wasn’t his shop to make that choice. Last but defiantly most memorable, the young shop lady simply giggled each time he suggested and kindly repeated the original price. He just wasn’t going to get a break. He had almost spent every cent he had been given that was, until he made one slight adjustment to his shopping list. The list had called for an evolution stone. He had almost bought one too until his caught sight of the razor claw. It wasn’t a stone but it did help some pokemon evolve. Right? He was pretty sure it did. An added bonus was that he could give it to one of his pokemon to hold. Much more useful than some lousy stone. Much cheaper too! “Sen my man, you are one of the smartest guys I know.” A chuckle escaped his chest as he swung his bag around his shoulder and began to make his way down the street. It was time to do something he wanted. It’d been a while since he had visited Saffron so he figured he might as well take advantage of it. Plus, it was such a nice day!

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; background-color: #111111;]Saffron City...Why am I here? This thought pulled on Wulfric's mind as he pushed his way through the busy streets of the metropolis. He didn't have a great deal of difficulty breaking through the crowd, most people seemed to be going out of their way to avoid him. I wonder why that is? He chuckled. Right, like I don't already know. To the people of this vibrant city, Wulfric must have looked like an alien. Like a strange invader that didn't belong on their charming streets. At least I'm not in uniform today. he thoughy. Instead, he was just wearing a black formal shirt with a black tie, black dress pants and black shoes. All black. The other people on the streets were wearing bright summer clothing, and here he was wearing just black. He laughed as a young girl turned away from him, frightened. Unenlightened fools, the lot of them. In his pocket, he held a chunk of change he needed to buy some items at the store. That's the only really good thing about this place, he thought, The store had excellent selection. Up ahead, he could see the roof of the store that stretched high above the tops of most of the other buildings. Ah, there we are. As he drew closer, he saw a face he recognized leaving the mart. Sen, a fellow Team Rocket member. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether he should continue forward or not. True, he did need some supplies, but he wasn't really in the mood for being at all social today. If he continued on, Sen would surely talk to him. In the end, his mind was made up for him. Sen was walking down the street in his direction, and as he deliberated, the young man got too close. Crap, there's no hiding now. As soon as the boy's face grew close, Wulfric smiled. "Hello Sen," he said in greeting, "How are you today?" [/style]

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[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2r3xjz7.png);color:#ffffff;][atrb=width,400][atrb=height,290][atrb=style,border:0 none,bTable] [scrolly:h(280),w(380),sy,as(padding:0px;margin-top:-0px;margin-left:10px;)]The candy shop! Yes, that would be the place to go. Or perhaps the bakery. Heck, he didn’t care. He was hungry. Even a hamburger shop sounded pretty good. A drop of drool was practically dripping down Sen’s chin as he thought about food. That mixed the goofy grin that growing bigger by the second was causing a few people to look at him rather funny. Not that Sen even noticed. He was too much into his daydreams of food to care what other people thought. It wasn’t until his bright green eyes slipped upon a darker shadow in the crowed. For a slight moment Sen’s smile had vanished. However, it was soon replaced just as fast as it had gone. Another Team Rocket Member. His appearance made Sen wonder if they were checking up on him and his shopping list. Surely they weren’t picky, where they? Eh, what did matter? The man might be older but he was still damn sexy! How much luckier could he get? With that smile growing even bigger, Sen shot his hand up in the air and began to wave. Soon enough he stopped walking just in time to hear Wulfric’s greeting. “Not too bad old man,” he chirped in return as his hand fell back down to his side, “Fancy seeing you out and about. Did you get a shopping list too? I just finished picking up mine. Even got the map. Oh hey!” There was a slight breather between Sen’s words. Just enough time that he could lean in closer to Wulfric, lifting a hand to cup his lips and lowed his voice, “Think you could buy me lunch? I’ll make it worth your effort.” After that he gave a wink, that cleaver little smile returning.

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And there it was, the show of the impudence of youth. Wulfric rubbed his weary grey eyes and suppressed a sigh. This boy was going to be a handful, wasn't he? During his time in Team Rocket, he had seen many children come and go from the team. Each of them eager; each of them bright-faced; each of them able to annoy the hell out of him in ten seconds flat. Sen was certainly not shaping up to be any different. He admired the boy for his ability to steal, but everything else about him just made Wulfric want to punch him. Kids are so annoying.

As he thought this, his smile faltered slightly, but did not fade away. He waited until the young man was finished talking, then he began his reply. "Yes, fancy that." His left eye twitched a little. "I too received a list. As ludicrous as I think this may be, I've still got to pick everything up." This sigh he let out. "I just wonder why I have to go. I rarely ever battle, most of my time is spent in the lab, so why would I need all these things?" he paused. "Maybe our fearless leader is planning someone." His grin grew, this time with genuine happiness. Oh, how he would love to cause some chaos. It had been far too long since he had had any fun.

At the suggestion of lunch, Wulfric frowned. "Why on earth would I want to by you lunch?" He paused, just realizing how rude he might have sounded. "I mean, sure I can. I'll bet you used up all your money at the store." He chuckled. "Where would you like to go? I know a fantastic place just down the street."
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[atrb=style,background-image:url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2r3xjz7.png);color:#ffffff;][atrb=width,400][atrb=height,290][atrb=style,border:0 none,bTable] [scrolly:h(280),w(380),sy,as(padding:0px;margin-top:-0px;margin-left:10px;)]Huh, he had never thought about it like that. Could the items really be for some important, diabolical plan? ‘Well, crap.’ hopefully cheeping out on buying an evolution stone wouldn’t catch up to bite him in the ass later. Ah well, surely it couldn’t be that important… right? ‘About as important as the map I bought. Sen’s mind grumbled. Other than pointing out what directions had bars, Sen still didn’t see much of a point in having one. He rarely needed them. Most of the time his sense of direction was enough to get him around. It was one of his few… positive talents. That sly grin never left Sen’s face even as his suggestion of lunch was shot down rather quickly. He had been expecting a reply such as that but had been worth a try. “Ah, c-” Wait, what? Had he? He had! He agreed! Score! “Yah, heh,” Sen stood up straight, chuckling a bit as his hand rubbed the back of his head, “That shopping list left me penniless” a lie, but it wasn’t like Wolf needed to know. “Job comes first, though, right? Old man, you are my savour!” Now the real question was, just how much could get Wolf to spend on him until his ‘nice guy’ act was dropped? Sen understood rather quickly from the first reply that he was pulling some strings. Thing was, Sen was pretty good at pulling the strings of others to the max. He’d surely have to test it out. “Not sure what’s around here so anywhere sounds good to me.” Yet another a lie. He wasn’t even sure why he lied that time. Perhaps just to avoid having to think. “I owe you big time! Thought I was going to starve tonight.” With that he spun around on his heel, ready to make his way towards the restaurant Wolf had suggested.

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"I can imagine it would." he began, "Last I heard, they didn't the grunts very much." It never hurt to passively show that you were above someone, right? Wulfric didn't think so. He knew his was better than this strange young man. There was no way he was going to hide it. Besides, it wasn't like Sen probably didn't already know about him. He had quite a strong reputation in Team Rocket, one that he had well earned from his ten years with them. Even when they had broken apart, he didn't completely cut off contact; being with the team was just too entertaining.

"Yes, I suppose it does." he said in response to Sen's remark about their jobs. "Integrity and responsibility are marks of a great man." How he manged to get through that last part without laughing, he will never know. Integrity? Responsibility? Please. Those are the marks of weaklings, not men. he thought, True men are strong and independent. They don't need to look out for other people.

“Not sure what’s around here so anywhere sounds good to me...I owe you big time! Thought I was going to starve tonight.”[/s]

Wulfric just nodded. He was a man of few words, and he did not feel as though this situation warranted a response. Instead, he just walked behind his fellow Team Rocket member in silence, his eyes absently focused on the young man's back.
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Wulfric nodded slightly. "Yes, I suppose we do." His words were barely audible; his voice little more than a whisper.

It was obvious enough that, at this second, his mind was somewhere else. For the time being it rested on his early days as a Team Rocket member. Oh, how it felt so long ago since he had first donned the black and red uniform. He had been so young, so full of malice. Now it seemed nearly impossible to complete any crimes worth committing to memory. Ten years, he thought, Damn. Has it really been that long? His lips pulled up in a rueful smile. Oh the years, how they pass by so quickly in the autumn of your life.

His focused back on the young man near him. Sen, just in the peak of summer, yet you don't appreciate it. Ah, your youth, how it will fade. His sad smile changed to a pleased one. It will fade indeed.

“Oh! Is that it?...Looks like a good enough place as any. Wonder if allow smocking?”[/s]

"Yes, that's it." His voice was louder now, clear. "It's better than it looks, trust me." He paused for a moment. "I don't know about their policy on cigarettes, but do you truly need to smoke while you eat? It just seems unappetizing to me."

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He raised an eyebrow at the younger man. What a strange question. "Yes, I have. Not recently though. You really have to start watching what you eat once you get older."

“Hey old man, do you know if they let pokemon inside?”[/s]

Annoyance flickered across his face as again the boy called him an old man. True, I'm older than him, but I'm not that old. He bit back the irritation. "I believe they do allow pokemon inside, though I'm not sure what they will think of your.." He looked over at the Spinarak, "companion."
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[wulfric]

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[atrb=style, opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: -10px;][STYLE= font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; background-color: #111111;]“Sir, Cigarettes are by far the best inventions man kind has ever come up with. I could have one for every meal if they weren’t so excessive.” Wulfric raised an eyebrow. "The best invention? With all the extraordinary leaps science has made over the years, you believe that cigarettes are mankind's sing greatest invention? What about medicine? What about the airplane? Electricity? The wheel? Phones?" The scientist in him was deeply offended. "Honestly, the best invention." he muttered. “Yah know, someday I’m going to get fat. I never was good at watching what I eat.”

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He rolled his eyes. It was just like a child to believe that he could do whatever he wanted and it wouldn't harm him. "With certain foods, gaining weight should probably be the least of your worries." Hadn't this kid ever heard of diabetes or heart disease? Apparently not. The fool is going to kill himself because he can't be bothered to take care of himself. The corner of his mouth twitched. How amusing.

“What’s wrong with Ada?...She’s so cute, how could no one like her?”[/s]

Wulfric scoffed. "Cute, that would hardly be my word." Let's face it, spiders were disgusting. Anyone who loved them as much as Sen loved his pokemon clearly had a few screws loose. Wulfric raised an eyebrow. Then again, that would explain a lot about him. He's clearly a little off upstairs. His eyes flicked over to the Spinarak. Don't people say the same things about you? Yes, yes they did. Many people thought he was insane. Idiotic, misguided fools the lot of them.

“Eh, I’m sure they will kick her out if she’s not aloud.”[/s]

"Yes, I'm sure they will." Without another word, he followed Sen into the restaurant. There were only a few others inside. Good. he thought before walking over to a nearby table.
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