From the desk of Matori

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Rivalry || Matori & Proton

[sadisticrocket-moved]

"Wouldn’t say I’m unable to control them so much as they both wanna be the one who sees my orders through." The Executive said with an innocent shrug, apparently finding absolutely nothing wrong with the copious amounts of property damage his Pokemon were responsible for. If anything, he was actually somewhat proud of them; after all, Proton himself was more than capable of doing a number on headquarters if the mood happened to strike him. In retrospect, it was probably a good thing the rest of his Pokemon sans Legume either didn’t have a particularly strong opinion of him either way or actively loathed him; the last thing anyone needed was a gigantic water monster trying to be a brownie hound and leaping into the fray as well. If anything, it was a miracle in and of itself that he had managed to figure out mega evolution with the damn thing, and even then, it had taken copious amounts of hard work and hours of letting it sit in front of his television.

"If I owe you a favor, then I owe you a favor. Next time you need someone killed, maimed or tortured, you know who to call." He watched idly after that, shoving his hands into his pockets as Matori released her Pokemon. Marowak and the Pawniard were completely oblivious to the psychic kitten’s presence, too distracted by their feud to notice any attempts to interfere until the Ground type was fully enveloped in an otherworldly glow. There was a brief pause then, one during which the dual Steel and Dark type stared at her opponent as she waved her club about uselessly in a semi-threatening manner, before deciding to take advantage of Marowak’s helplessness to get in a few additional cheap blows.

"Uh." Proton began, staring at his Pokemon and wondering whether now was a good time to try to return them or not. "Was that supposed to happen?"

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“If that’s the terms of the favor, then you’re never going to sleep again in your life,” Matori deadpanned. “My current shitlist could rival the phone book in terms of length.” 

She grinned as Espurr effortlessly lifted a Pokemon that probably ate things the kitten’s size for breakfast.

“What, you’ve never seen a Confusion attack before?”

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Grave Misunderstanding || Matori & Courtney

[matorisoffice-blog]

Matori glared down.

"Unless arrangements have been changed without my knowledge- which I know they haven’t, because there’s no way they would be- no."

She stared at this stranger lying in her bed. All she wanted was a quick nap, and instead, she got… this.

"How did you even get in here?

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sterraformxng:

Jeez, who the heck was this lady? She didn’t appear to be wearing the same uniform as the Grunts Courtney had spotted wandering around headquarters in the short time she had been there, so she could only assume the stranger before her was at least a cut above the rest of them ranking-wise. It probably wasn’t a good idea to piss off one of her superiors in retrospect, then, though in her defense, passing out in her bed had been an honest mistake. One that was made out of her inability to remember to wear her contacts on a regular basis coupled with fatigue and a little bit of laziness on her part, but a mistake nonetheless. In response to the question, Courtney scrunched up her nose and debated on whether she wanted to close her eyes and attempt to pass out again, but decided against it when she realized there was a good possibility she would probably end up getting kicked off of the mattress. What a shame; she was in the middle of a good nap.

"I was tired and the door was unlocked. They gave me a room number when I hopped aboard this crazy train, and I had assumed this was it." It wasn’t her fault she had been completely blind and attempting to read a crumpled piece of paper in the dark. If purple-hair really cared about not finding fatigued strangers napping in her room, she should have looked into keeping the thing locked. Because clearly Courtney was in no way at fault for anything whatsoever. “I didn’t see all of the stuff in here because the lights were off, and I was too tired to even bother turning them on, anyways.”

She paused for a moment, stretching. “I have to admit, though, your mattress is hella comfortable.”

The door, Matori remembered, she knew she’d forgotten something when she left earlier.

“You just go in any room people leave unlocked?” Matori’s hand balled into a fist- though she wouldn’t get physical, at least probably not, with this intruder, she still seethed with rage. “Do you think this is the kind of place where we just... leave doors unlocked? I mean, yes, I left it unlocked, but you spend a few all-nighters on proposal approvals and you see how good your memory comes out of everything...”

She directed her quickly derailing train of thought back on track, then loosened her hand. “What’s your name, girl?”

[matorisoffice-blog]

((hey i’m really sorry i haven’t posted lately i’ll try and get all my replies done))

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((I’m still around, while I work on replies annoy Matori with asks please))

[thatspunkyredhead]

Two Tickets To Paradise | Matori & Ellie

Listening to a seperate radion station from Team Rocket’s, Ellie was early waiting to enter a contest. Specifically, it was two concert tickets for an upcoming Go Rock Quads concert in Johto. Considering that this group was performing close by, it was a must for the ginger to get those tickets. That, and they were the last two tickets, due to the concert being sold out.

"Good, the song ended. Now to make that phone call!" Little did the mechanic know that there was no money in her phone to make said call. "Dammit that won’t do!"

"Your on the line Matori."

Even more pissed than before, the redhead storms out of her dorm room and on her way to Human Resources Department to borrow a phone. Couldn’t hurt right?

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Matori was working on some reports when Ellie stormed into her office.

Knock, people, it’s not that hard a concept. 

She barely looked up from her work upon Ellie’s entrance but still rolled her eyes when she asked Ellie, “What was so important that you felt the need to enter my office so rudely? And I hope your answer is a damn good one.”

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Do you have any non-Pokemon muses?

((Nope, I’m just not that interested in RPing in my other fandoms, I guess!))

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What's a general day in the life of Matori like?

((Matori wakes up probably at 5 in the morning, goes from her little apartment- the perks of being so high up on the ladder!- to her office, and goes over the day’s business, then hurries over to prepare the important paperwork for Giovanni that day and starts work on her coffee for the morning. She goes over the day’s plans with Gio when he arrives and is generally left to her own devices in her office for the rest of the day unless needed, obviously. 

Around noon she has a small tasty lunch and some tea or coffee, depending on how much of the caffeine from the morning coffee is left over. During these hours she’s usually vetting project approval forms, new recruit applications, and other such business before it finds its way to Giovanni’s desk. 

Later in the afternoon it’s time for afternoon tea, for her and Gio both, with some small cakes she stocks up on at a nearby bakery on her lunch run and a nice pot of specialty tea. 

Matori works until the late evening running on lunch and afternoon tea, and sometimes will pull all-nighters, if the workload demands it- she has a dedicated coffee, tea, and breakfast nook in her office so this isn’t hard for her at all. After she’s satisfied with the amount of work she’s completed and feels there’s nothing left to do, she retires to her apartment for a good night’s sleep to recharge for the next day, when she’ll do this all over again.))

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Mun-Day!

((send me asks so i can get more into tori's head pls!))

[roarkontherocks-blog]

A Mountain Out Of A Molehill || Mission Series I || Roark & Matori

Oh boy, Roark was just so excited. Just so, so excited. More excited than usual, but there was a very good reason. Today was the date of Roark’s first partnered mission! He’d been on many single missions before, and they were okay, but being the bubbly extrovert he was, he was of the opinion that the presence of friends would make them 100% better.

And what a friend it was!

He was going on a mission with Matori!

 Roark rocks in his boots, looking up at the form of Mt. Moon towering above him. It seems to spiral on into the heavens, the tip of the peak obscured by low-hanging clouds. Good, he decides. This’ll be fun. 

"Isn’t it amazing, Zircon?" he whispers to the Scolipede standing next to him, wearing a sour expression. "It’s been over a year since I last explored a cave! Can you believe that? I can’t. Have you ever been in a cave before? You should be in your first cave. I wonder if Matori has been in a cave? Where is Matori?"

Zircon grunts and tries to shake off the supplies packed on his long horse bug back. Roark tugs on his halter to bring him back to attention. “I know you’re just super excited to go, but we have to wait, okay? I wish she would hurry up, though.” He sighs. “I want time to pick up extra rocks afterwards.”

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Matori couldn't be more underwhelmed. She supposed Roark needed a supervisor of sorts- she knew this wasn't why she was sent on a mission with him, of all people, but it was nice to pretend (why WAS she on a mission with him, exactly?)- but he could have had a different one. 

It wasn't as though she wasn't going to get anything out of this mission, however. What to others seemed routine was always something more to her, and this mission doubled as a performance review for Roark. Not that Roark was in any danger of demotion, of course- that Matori was currently aware of- but simply an assessment of his strengths and weaknesses for potential future mission placement. 

"Matori is here," she said, humoring him. "Zircon. Yeah. Caves. Interesting, but this is hardly my first cave. I might be a secretary, but that doesn't mean I never leave the house," Matori said. "Business first, then rocks, are we clear?"

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Grave Misunderstanding || Open

There was no way she was actually at fault for this in any way.

Okay, maybe that wasn’t completely correct, but hell would probably freeze over before Courtney admitted to being wrong. It was Team Rocket’s own fault in the first place for sticking their headquarters on the top of a mountain- who even did that? Besides cliche cartoon villains, anyways. It had been all but impossible to get to- though the fact that the former Magma Admin had decided to fly up Mt. Silver in the middle of a vicious snowstorm probably hadn’t done much to help matters. She had been given a uniform- which was probably one of the more boring outfits she had ever had the displeasure of being informed she would be forced to wear on a regular basis- a pat on the back, and an arm-breakingly heavy stack of paperwork. Welcome to Team Rocket, she could already feel her hands cramping up.

It was only when it got too dark for her to see comfortably that Courtney realized it was probably a good idea to drop the paperwork for the moment and instead focus on figuring out just where the hell she was supposed to be sleeping that night. She wasn’t going to be caught dead passed out in the halls like some sort of peasant. They had given her a piece of paper detailing where her room was, though it was thoroughly crumpled at that point, and the fact that all of the lights had conveniently gone out- presumably it had something to do with it being the middle of the night- wasn’t helping her read the fine print any. Eventually deciding that it was better to take a literal stab in the dark, Courtney gathered up her things and took off down the hall.

Upon finding the room that corresponded to the number she was given, the former Admin nudged the door open with her hip, pleased to find it unlocked, and took a few steps inside before gracelessly collapsing on the bed. Sleep now. Actually be productive later.

She woke up an undetermined amount of time later to find… Someone staring down at her. Raising an eyebrow and wincing at the sudden brightness of the room, Courtney looked around to find her surroundings surprisingly well-furnished for a place that wasn’t supposed to be lived in. A moment later, the pieces fell together, and she let out a semi-uncomfortable chuckle. “This isn’t my room, is it?”

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Matori glared down.

"Unless arrangements have been changed without my knowledge- which I know they haven't, because there's no way they would be- no."

She stared at this stranger lying in her bed. All she wanted was a quick nap, and instead, she got... this.

"How did you even get in here?

[sadisticrocket-moved]

Rivalry || Matori & Proton

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The fact that the Pawniard was still able to hold her own despite a significant difference in experience and a type disadvantage was impressive, Proton had to admit. Perhaps the Pokemon would be of some use to him after all; certainly he had more than his fair share of team members that still needed significant training, and though some had been there longer than others, the Executive was the practical sort who liked to pick and choose who ended up getting his attention depending on which one showed the most promise and had the highest potential of coming in handy. The Dark type had surely somehow booted herself right up to the top of his list, somewhere alongside his disobedient Quilava and the Axew that just seemed to hate everything. As much as Proton found it amusing to watch his opponents squirm while Poison and fierce attacks ate away at their beloved Pokemon bit by bit, it was good to have some variety.

Still. That didn’t excuse the fact that the damn thing wouldn’t stop trying to tear apart headquarters in her fight with Marowak. That was admittedly a bit of a problem.

The sound of a familiar voice caught his attention after that, and he glanced over his shoulder at the secretary in question. “Kiiiiind of a long story on that one.” The Executive began, the sort of smile that only indicated one knew they were in trouble spreading across his features. “Got a new Pokemon who wants to be loyal as fuck, but bonehead over there doesn’t like it, because I’m her senpai and the only one I’m gonna end up noticing is her if she has anything to say about it. Would do something to subdue them, but my Pokemon are kinda the kill everything types, not the gently knock them unconscious types, so I’m in a bind right now.” He paused, glancing briefly back over at the fight. “Mind lending me a hand?”

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Matori rolled her eyes at Proton.

"You know, being an Admin unable to control his own Pokemon is not a a good look," she said. "I have half a mind to edit your file... but because you asked so nicely-" sarcasm oozed from her last word- "I suppose I could help cover this up. You're going to have to repay the favor, though."

She released Espurr from her Poke Ball.

"Espurr, use Confusion," she said, pointing to Marowak. The grey kitten released a violet pulse of energy that completely engulfed Marowak.

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Coffee Please | | (Matori x Giovanni)

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He didn’t want to answer right now. Not until he got some caffeine in his system. As he was given the cup he breathed in the scent of the drink. Free espresso is one of his favorite perks of being the boss. As he took a sip the caffeine jolted his system back on and started warming up his extremities,

"I hate the snow. If I didn’t have so much paperwork I would have just stayed home." He sat down on the couch by the brick fireplace. Fire erupted from metal charmanders that ignited the logs.

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Matori wasn't sure what to say. Unlike Giovanni, she loved the snow. Maybe it was the fact it meant Delibird was generally more well adjusted than usual- her fastest deliveries happened during the winter- or maybe she just appreciated the eerie silence that a heavy snowfall seemed to bring. 

She sipped from her own mug, savoring the rich blend, as she thought of some way to help.

"You don't happen to have any I could help with, do you?"

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Coffee Please | | (Matori x Giovanni)

Giovanni sludged into work. Nothing was going well this morning. It snowed last night so the roads were icy. The sidewalks were not shoveled and somebody was getting fired for that. Lastly, while he was trying to open the door, he dropped his coffee in the snow.

As he stepped into the building he unlaced his snow boots and threw them to the side of the door. Thank Arceus he was wearing an extra pair of socks today. As he walked through the hallways he growled at every employee he saw and ignored their comments.

"Good Morning, Mr. Boss!" a grunt said.

Yeah, SUCH a great morning. Giovanni thought to himself as he ignored him. As he passed his Secretaries desk he grunted, “Coffee. Pronto.” and entered his office to slouch into his desk chair. Nothing was gonna happen this morning.

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Matori wasn't used to Giovanni being this direct, but as always, she was on top of it.

"It's already brewing, sir. Just another minute..." The timer on her phone went off and she quickly ran to the coffee nook in her office to retrieve the French press that was her longtime friend and pour out two cups of freshly brewed espresso- one for each of them.

"Is anything at all the matter?"

[matorisoffice-blog]

((i aten't dead))

[sadisticrocket-moved]

Rivalry || Matori & Proton

It was becoming very clear to the Executive that he had somehow managed to amass a large number of Pokemon. Not that it was really much of a problem; more Pokemon meant more firepower, after all. Though finding the time to train all of them individually was a bit difficult. Especially when they all seemed to have their own quirks, which only served to complicate things that much more. His Taillow and Quilava were both relatively snooty, and Marley could almost be rebellious at times, and downright irritable at others. Mister Stabby the Honedge seemed to be afraid of it’s own shadow, while Mean Little Fucker the Axew was violent and bloodthirsty, but also a bit too tiny to come off as intimidating. Legume, at least, Proton didn’t have the slightest intention to train, and he was still refusing to admit that the goddamn Skitty following him around belonged to him.

His Pawniard. however, was the newest addition. And she was proving to be a bit of a problem in and of herself.

It wasn’t as though the Pokemon was rebellious like his Quilava, or unwilling to fight like his Honedge. The Dark type was very willing to do both of those things- and more. In fact, the Pokemon’s surprising amount of loyalty was rivaled only by another member of Proton’s team. And that was where the problem could be found; Marowak wasn’t very fond of having someone else try to take her position as team brownie hound, and she made that particular fact very clear from the moment she laid eyes on the Pawniard.

Needless to say, those two Pokemon were the reason why the Executive was currently standing in a nearly destroyed hallway, watching the ongoing scuffle with the same expression one would expect to see on someone viewing a car crash in slow motion. “Didn’t tell them to do this.” Proton called over his shoulder, upon hearing footsteps approach. “Gonna have to find a different route if you’re trying to get somewhere, because there’s no way in hell those two are gonna let you go through.”

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Matori was having a bad day.

Her beloved electric kettle had finally given up the ghost after four years of faithful service in her office and she found herself forced to turn to the breakroom's old stovetop kettle- crusted in all kinds of minerals from HQ's well water- to make morning coffee for herself and the boss. 

She was turning the corner, thermos full of freshly boiled (yet questionable) water, when she came upon the chaos Proton had started.

For a moment she wondered which poor grunt would end up being blood on her suit today... and then she saw that familiar teal hair and beret. 

Her palm hit her face at record speed. 

"Proton," she said, unsurprised that someone like him would be responsible for such destruction. Sadly, even in her position, murder of Executives tended to be frowned upon, so the best she could hope for in this case was to extract an explanation from him, followed by a snarky comment.

"Explain this, if you would, please."

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[Coffee Break- Matori and Gary]

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Matori heard a voice. A voice she did not want to hear right now.

She focused on the figure in front of her, the figure who just called her “lady.”

Either a noob who was quickly going to learn his place or an idiot who would soon regret the mistake of addressing her so rudely. No one called Matori “lady” and got away with it unless the next world out of their mouth was her name. Especially at this hour before she’d been properly caffeinated. 

"What," Matori began, "did you just call me-?"

Her eyes, looking the offender up and down, chanced upon the mug in his hands, an elegant black one with a simple gold leaf fleur de lis pattern. 

"That mug," she said, and suddenly she felt what little self-control she had remaining melt away as her hands grabbed the shoulders of his uniform and dragged him up close to her. "Where did you find that mug, boy?" she snarled. 

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He takes a long sip of coffee and nearly spits it out all over when she suddenly hoists him up, his own expression turning enraged. Gary takes a long swallow and tries to stop the mug from sloshing everywhere, not managing to avoid having some coffee splash onto the tips of his shoes.

"Arceus’s sake! I found it on the damn drainboard. What is your damage?" he snarls, motioning wildly with his free hand. "There are plenty of other mugs. I just grabbed the first one that looked clean." He takes another sip.

Gary has no idea who this woman is, clearly, but he knows enough to be annoyed as hell. He looks her up and down in distaste, the morning wearing away at his nerves.

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Matori's gaze narrowed behind her wire rimmed glasses and she thrust the boy away from her. 

"My damage," she began, "is that you are drinking out of my favorite mug. I hope you realize why that's a problem?"

Matori realized fully that the boy might be a new recruit and unaware of her status. Either way, she didn't care. She liked it better that way, actually.

You only got one chance to make a first impression, after all. 

[gruntcanidae]

The IT Girl | Canidae & Matori

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"Rumors… take all of them with a grain of salt," Matori said. "Things get heard and spread around and twisted out of context like wildfire. I had a grunt a few days ago beg me not to eat him. I’m not sure how that one started." 

She could still remember the incident, the way the grunt was reduced to a quivering, teary blob the minute she began to speak to him… poor guy. He deserved to be sent there, of course, but part of her felt terrible that he actually had been led to believe that. Part of her. 

"Communicator devices? Those are usually reserved for the higher ranking field agents…" Matori’s eyes lit up. Canidae did seem promising…

"If you prove yourself to do well enough… I may be able to put in a good word for you so you can do missions with one. They’re something to be earned, of course, but that’s not to say once in a while lower ranked operatives can prove themselves worthy of those privileges."

[gruntcanidae]

Someone spread lies about the secretary Matori being a cannibal? Now that was quite a tale. Canidae was surprised someone even believed something as outrageous as that. Although…

She looked at Matori again, and confirmed that the other woman did indeed cut an intimidating figure. Matori’s well tailored uniform, meticulous grooming, assertive posture, and no-nonsense speech all played into the fact that yes, Matori was indeed a lady of high position. Not the same as the Executives, but this woman was someone who definitely was ears and eyes to The Boss.

Yes, definitely a woman one didn’t want to cross.

Canidae caught the glint in Matori’s eyes and listened closely. So communications wasn’t something grunts generally did? That wasn’t too surprising, since most grunts seemed more like general labor than having special skills… Now was as good a time as any to try to sell her skills to make her stand out and get better work.

"I would appreciate that…" She said. "I’m experienced with handling phone operations and information gathering. I often had to pull up information on customers on the fly as they asked me questions about their procedures and their costs… Um, I… worked for a medical office before I came here… Just for the administration process… I don’t have any medical training, but, like I said before, I’m pretty good with computers…. Um, is there… some kind of test I need pass to be able to do that sort of communication work?"

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Matori thought for a moment. Phone operations... excellent, she thought, we've not had any good wiretappers for a while. 

"Ah, I don't believe we have any specialized tests for communication work," Matori said, "but I'm sure an arrangement can be made for me to assess your skills. It's not as though I have any shortage of need for them in my office on a regular basis. Turn here," she said, noticing they were nearing the cafeteria.

"Keep in mind... even if there's no official test... show me personally what you can do and really impress me, and I can put my... connections... to good use in your favor." 

Matori liked Canidae more and more the more they spoke, she was eager and thrilled and her spirit hadn't been crushed yet... she saw in the agent so much possibility and felt almost obligated to pass on her wisdom.

"Here's a little friendly advice," she said, "it pays to have friends here in high places... I would you advise you take advantage of any situation you might have to gain such allies."