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[attr="class","freypost"]model elias orion, recently appointed as a face for the league, has a target on his head. our sources indicate an assassination attempt will take place during a scheduled shoot this afternoon. stop the perpetrator quietly. we don't need anymore bad pr.

a simple directive. it's a mission she could have passed off to someone beneath her. after all, there are many people in fieldwork who specialize in this sort of thing, and they're viewed as expendable. and though her position is recently acquired, losing another councilman to rocket so soon after dahlia's disappearance and talia's abandonment of her duties would strike a low blow.

logic, strategy, is that she should not be here. for the good of the league, for the good of hoenn, she should not be here. but she's been stewing lately, mind buzzing with an idea. a small idea, but an idea nonetheless, and she needs to know that she can accomplish it. she needs to push herself, test herself, and more than that--she needs to do something.

all she's done the past few months is talk. stuck in a political spiral, a never-ending stream of paperwork and decrees that will take months more to implement. the slow-build defenses weaken with each passing day that rocket grows stronger.

it's a dreary day, cold and rainy. the blanket of clouds above her provide a welcome cover. starlight hair, which shines brilliantly in the sun, is muted, wet and grayer than normal. she wears a knit cap on her head, a scarf around her neck, and modest clothes to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

people mill around her and she sips at her coffee, though it's cold. both of her dragonair are coiled on rooftops on the neighboring buildings; they have a view of the surrounding area. the apex is the studio in which elias orion has just walked into. she has his schedule; in several minutes, he'll be handed a cup of black coffee and whisked to wardrobe. ten minutes of someone dressing him and then he'll be sent to makeup. and then in between, he'll have half an hour by himself in his private room; the door will be guarded by two security details, but freya doubts they'll prove useful against a rocket assassin.

that's when they'll strike.

and that's when she'll stop them.

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Emma has been trailing Elias for weeks now. She has no love for this job, no interest. Elias must have stepped on some toes to encourage this assignment. [break][break]

From what she had discovered from her background research and analysis, he was innocent. A bit vain and judgemental and rude perhaps in person, but he was a genuinely good person. Of course, anyone who religiously donates to a sanctuary, or a church or 'goodwill' organization in general, usually comes across as a person hiding something.[break][break]

That had been the first red flag she'd found, but something about him didn't strike her as a criminal. He had no criminal record that she could find, only a long history of money deposits for a specific sanctuary that may or may not have been under his own name but hidden away from the public eye.[break][break]

For whatever reason, he was trying to keep a low profile and prevent people from knowing the good he was doing. That in itself struck her as suspicious, but not outright criminal. Some people were modest, even if she couldn't fathom why.[break][break]

Whatever the case, Emma had been following him all day. She knew his schedule inside and out at this point. She knew when he slept, when he ate, what his go-to order was. She knew exactly when his thirty minutes of private time to do god knows what.[break][break]

At some point in between security checks, Ariados and Galvantula had snuck into the room. Ariados was dark and easily hid in the ceiling. Her body was flush against the roof, completely out of sight. No one suspected a thing. Whereas Galvantula was a lot more fluorescent, but she had managed to squeeze herself into a vent somewhere to remain hidden.[break][break]

The lights flickering in the outside hallway were the first warning.[break][break]

As the guards outside looked at each other in confusion, Galvantula spat ELECTRO WEBS from the cracks in the vent. The two went down silently, paralyzed and unable to move. A couple of quick movements result in their bodies being hoisted into the air and hidden in the vent. They'll be out cold long enough for Emma to finish her assignment.[break][break]

Because let's face it, if she doesn't, there will be severe repercussion.[break][break]

Emma has disguised herself easily as a VIP member. She's likely stolen the pass from some other innocent civillian. She picks the lock on the door, letting herself in.[break][break]

"Oh my god! Elias Orion! You're my biggest fan!"[break][break]

Her fangirl voice is spot on, eyes wide with disgustingly fake awe. She squeals.[break][break]

"I have been like.. dying to meet you!"[break][break]

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POSTED ON Feb 25, 2019 1:21:57 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]the model is completely unaware of what's happening outside his room, and likewise unaware of the spider pokemon hiding just above him in his ceiling. he busies himself with powdering his face and scrolling through various social medias while he contemplates what he's going to do after his photo shoot tonight.

the interview he'd had with a peculiar journalist still sits heavy on his mind and he's so caught up with it that he doesn't hear the guards slump to the ground. he flicks at his phone screen, single pokeball dangling from a chain looped around its base.

if only he'd been on better terms with the noivern.

o o o

freya watches the guards go down. her dragonair move in her field of vision and she coos a pidove's call, ordering them to lay flat and out of sight. her newly rescued krookodile stands behind her now, eyes gleaming. while she'd have rather brought aithne along, the hakamo-o has been busy catching up with her brother, and has proven distracted in the midst of battle.

there. a shape emerges, almost from the shadows, and freya readjusts her cap, abandoning her coffee and walking slowly to the building. the lock is picked and the shape disappears inside.

freya slides around the building, another pidove's coo sends aeris flying towards her, ready to grapple with the galvantula still in the rafters. the sounds of their fighting are kept low, given both pokemon would rather not attract attention, and allows freya to coolly step through the door.

bulky jacket shrugged off her back, scarf drawn over her chin, she strings her bow, arrow already knocked, and aims it at her target.

elias, having just wheeled around with wide eyes and demanding to know how the fuck this person got into his room, goes speechless when he looks past the assassin and at freya. misunderstanding the situation, he yelps, makes a snap judgment call, and cowers behind the rocket beast.

"turn around and put your hands up. you'll not be killing this man today."

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Elias' reaction was to be expected - surely it was against protocol for a fan to come back stage in the dressing room - alone.[break][break]

What she wasn't prepared for was to have been seen. She was so good at what she did that she was honestly surprised someone had been tailing her. Was she slacking?[break][break]

There's movement behind her, but she's known that since she breached the entrance. It's when she hears the subtle notch of an arrow that she comes to a halt, calculating her next move.[break][break]

When her target races across the floor to use her as a body shield, she's surprised even further. Clearly, she didn't seem as threatening as whoever was behind her trying to --[break][break]

Emma's breath hitches in her throat as the calm voice oozes out of the woman behind her. Goosebumps spread across her skin like a wildfire, and she instinctively pushes Elias off of her.[break][break]

".... Freya?"[break][break]

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[attr="class","freypost"]conviction. an unwavering sense of duty. she is a morningstar in this moment, daughter of the sun and bringer of light to this smoking region. and it has been years, a lifetime ago; the woman's body is slender, fuller, lean with young adulthood. freya can't possibly recognize her, not at first, not until her body goes rigid in a way that seems familiar.

and then her name. she hears her own being called, but a waterfall of memories, of her own voice whispering, murmuring, crying, laughing emma emma emma shakes her to her core.

her fingers tighten, bowstring drawing taut. she swallows. the situation at hand is thrown back in her face at full force and when she realizes the gravity of what's happening, her stomach twists. but hope flares in her chest, a hope that's been kindling for years now--soft, smoldering embers that she'd thought had been smothered are flaring, burning.

she pulls off her hat, exposing the gentle curves of her cheeks, starlit hair.

elias, at this point, has realized that he's sidled with his own assassin and has grown faint. the model falls back into his velvet armchair, arm draped over his eyes, shocked speechless.

"elias orion. this woman will not be killing you today." freya eyes emma, then stalks past her to pull the model's arm down. her bright eyes are blazing as she says, "you will forget her face. and you will not speak of what transpired here. it's in the council's hands now."

he looks like he's about to say something, miraculously thinks better of it, and nods slowly. freya stands, hand still gripped tightly on her bow. she points with the notched arrow to the door.

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Emma isn't at all fazed by the arrow pointing at her face. She's drawn in by the slenderness of the woman's fingers. She's captivated by the strength and regality. When Freya pulls back her hat, revealing her face, Emma feels a familiar and sickening twinge in her gut.[break][break]

It's really her.[break][break]

Her hair falls over her shoulder, a tribute to her beauty. Her attention is not swayed even as Elias collaspes in the chair behind her. It squeaks and releases air from the impact, but she's transfixed on the woman before her. [break][break]

Where at first, her hands had reached for the knife hidden, flush against her skin - it's now fallen loose to her side. The wave of indecision is weighing heavily on her shoulders. Freya is right, there will be no killing today.[break][break]

Emma sidesteps carefully as Freya moves past her to speak with the model. Her words are sharp, direct, a stronger rendition of the woman she used to know. [break][break]

She says nothing as she encourages Elias to say nothing and forget what happened here. She blinks, her expression unreadable as the arrow once again points towards her, warning her to leave.[break][break]

Knowing better than to test her limits, and feeling curious enough to follow through with these vague orders, Emma walks towards the door. There's no fear in her step, she's sure that the woman behind her won't shoot.[break][break]

It only takes a moment for Emma to leave, taking a swift turn towards where she had entered from. Her spiders are waiting for her, clicking their fangs together in an eerie way. They're warning Freya to not try anything. Ariados slowly lets herself down from the hole in the ceiling, wrapping her legs around Emma to hoist her to the roof. [break][break]

"Bring her with us."[break][break]

Emma points to Freya, and watches closely to see if she will trust her and follow.[break][break]

Ariados does as she's told, patiently waiting to see if Freya will allow her to carry her to the roof as well.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2019 20:10:12 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]she is wading through hundreds of memories, trudging through a sea of buried pain and happiness. each step forward knots her stomach further, and it's a cruel sort of misery how she can't give any of it away on her face. though she feels everything so strongly, her quickened heart does not feel like hers. that was another freya, one who hasn't inhabited this vessel for many years.

she has no reason not to trust emma (though she has dozens, though logic tells her that she is the enemy) that young, naive heart aches. she nods to the ariados and gives herself over to the pokemon, makes herself vulnerable to emma.

-- aeris watches from the shadows, tail lashing with anxieties. never has her leader done something like this. never has she been in the dark. she senses trust from her, a calmness that she can't understand, but she makes no moves to intervene. instead she watches, painstakingly watches, tail curling, wishing that her trainer were wrapped safely against her scales instead of bound by the webs that draw her to the sky.

while she'll have to revisit elias later, and keep an eye on him to make sure he follows through after the shock has worn off (hopefully he'll simply be grateful enough that she saved his life and leave it at that), she can't stress about him now. so she doesn't. she turns to the situation at hand, keeps her eyes guarded, and stands tall in front of her.

"what have you become?" she whispers.

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There's confusion in her head. Perhaps a little bit of regret. She's sure to get in shit for this, for allowing her target to slip through her fingers. She's almost positive this will end poorly, and that she'll be under tight security and scrutiny for this. Chances are, the kid will tattle to the police even though he was ordered not to.[break][break]

But she also doesn't care. [break][break]

Because at this moment, her thoughts are solely focused on the fact that Freya is standing right in front of her. She looks just as beautiful as the day she left.[break][break]

The wind on top of the building pulls at Emma's hair. Although it's bound in a knot on top of her head, expertly woven as if it'd been done a thousand times, stray hairs tickle her cheeks. Her eyes are cold, questioning in the pale light. She's brimming with questions, but she doesn't speak.[break][break]

Both of her spiders move to the side of her, their teeth clicking together in a rhythm. They're uncertain of the situation. This new woman reeks of the stench of the League. The two of then can also sense her Dragonair watching from a distance. They're honestly nervous.[break][break]

It's Freya who breaks the cold silence between them, who takes that first breath. She sounds older, wiser. But her words are like a slap in the face, pressuring Emma to bubble up with previously unrecognized anger.[break][break]

"What do you mean? I've become as I promised you I would - I'm eliminating the world of filth, of crime."[break][break]

Although, lately she had begun to second-guess and question her actions. Some of the targets she had been given gave her no relief. She didn't feel good about taking their lives, almost as if a gut feeling inside of her was screaming that she was making a mistake.[break][break]

But she had no choice but to follow orders. The reminder leaves a tang in her mouth, and she swallows hard.[break][break]

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POSTED ON Mar 23, 2019 18:22:11 GMT

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[attr="class","freypost"]perhaps it's fate--fate finally circling karma back to her, punishing her for the promises she let fall slack. had her regret not been enough? her shame at not keeping her word? the love she'd buried, lost--had it not tormented her enough?

i was young and dumb, is what she'd tell herself when memories resurfaced, sweeter than honey. what she tried to tell herself when she went out to bars, chatted up strangers, felt a sour taste in her mouth when things moved forward, as if she were betraying someone.

she'd lied to herself all these years, failed to hold truth to her self-spoken convictions that soulmates do not exist, that emma hadn't been hers. but her heart is aching and fluttering all at once and though years stand in their way, the immeasurable distance ultimately amounts to nothing. her soul is keening for its other half, and it takes everything in her to root herself to the ground.

she flinches (a rare occurrence) at the scathing tone. her voice is still low, marred by a certain sadness when she says, pleadingly, "elias orion? he's part of that evil?"

she answers the question as soon as she poses it--"he's not. and i know you know that." the next question burns inside of her; she half-closes her eyes, knowing the answer, wishing it weren't true. "so you're with them, then? with rocket?"

Emma Wolfe

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POSTED ON Apr 20, 2019 19:37:47 GMT

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There's an intensity between them. Their breathing leaving a crackling pulse of energy. Emma can't help but feel like a ticking time bomb, unstable and unsafe.[break][break]

When Freya flinches, she pauses. She hadn't meant for her words to come out so coldly... but perhaps that was to be expected after having been without her other half for so long. The woman standing before her, while familiar, is still a stranger. It's been years since she last kissed those cheeks, held those hands.[break][break]

Emma lets out a breath of anguish though, at the question she posed. There was an ache in her chest, one fueled by her own anger and vulnerability. She didn't have the chance to speak, Freya had taken the brief pause to answer the question for her.[break][break]

Instead, she's left trapped, backed into a corner that she doesn't know how to come out of. There's no way she doesn't know. She's literally asked her, to her face, if she's with the enemy. And the truth was staring right back at her.[break][break]

While Emma bore no symbol or insignia of her faction, she was, indeed, a part of the destruction that was Team Rocket.[break][break]

"I follow orders. I.. I have to follow orders."[break][break]

She seems strained, like she's trying to reason with herself, to make herself seem less evil. For the most part, Rocket had been... good. In the sense that she had eliminated countless evil people. People who really had done terrible things and had gotten away with them. But when it came to the orders directly from Rocket, the ones that made her feel sick...[break][break]

"I don't have a choice."[break][break]

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POSTED ON May 14, 2019 1:43:49 GMT

[attr="class","freypost"]moxie, hidden under the layers that guard her from the public eye, shifts around her waist. bow still strung, fingers trigger-ready, she fights his squirming. and then she forces herself to relax, relent.

her wrist tilts, bow dipping forward. she tugs at the hoodie's zipper, slips free shoulder by shoulder. a yellow eye stares down at emma and then the snake unspools, lowers to the ground. freya's fingers clench; breath holds for a moment, two, as moxie slithers forward, tongue flicking in and out.

the snake is an emotional support animal, first and foremost, and as he moves, words that she wishes weren't spoken, weren't true, fall cruelly on her ears.

she chokes up, tears in her vision for a scant second, and then she hardens, stone-faced. she swallows anger and guilt and fear and embraces what's bubbling under the surface, what moxie is telling her to.

one step forward, bow clattering to the ground, she blinks through watery eyes, whispers, "you do now."

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POSTED ON May 25, 2019 19:14:33 GMT

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Emma watches breathlessly as Freya moves to release her steadfast hold on her. The bow slackens, arrow no longer taut and hard-pressed to take her down. The other woman's beauty is breathtaking, and without realising it, Emma has become lost in her movements, in her face.[break][break]

Her sweater slips past her shoulders and a purple snake peers out from beneath the clothing. Its yellow gaze is mesmerizing as it takes hold of Emma's. Perhaps the two have an unseen bond because the Rocket beast feels no ill will or fear. [break][break]

The bow clatters to the ground and the dark-haired woman flinches, taking a step back. She can hear Freya's emotions as clear as day, as if they were her own. She's taken back to her childhood, to the ironclad memories she once held. They had seemed so faint and far away until now.[break][break]

She blinks as Freya moves towards her, she can see her swallow hard, sees the tears in her eyes.[break][break]

And for the first time in a very, very long time... Emma feels ashamed. The woman's words only reinforce those emotions. There's now a hard spot in her own chest, a lump she can't seem to swallow.[break][break]

"Freya.."[break][break]

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POSTED ON May 26, 2019 1:20:55 GMT

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[attr="class","freypost"]"ya've got tunnel vision again, frey. c'mon, clear your head and try to take a clean shot."

she doesn't know why she hears her mother's voice then, why as she's staring straight at emma, thinking that this is the reunion her bones have been aching for, her soul has been waiting for, why those words come down like water against her ears. confident footsteps come to a halt as logic catches up with her, as her brain tries to rewire the synapses that are firing as her heart demands.

her breath hitches and she almost steps back, almost retreats to caution and to protocol, and to locking this in the box for good. and then emma says her name, her name, and it's like the spell has broken (or begun?). she runs now, arms outstretched, ignoring moxie's warning hiss as she nears the assassin's spider guards.

she goes to throw her arms around the woman's neck, breathe in her scent, hold her close. she wants to pretend, for a moment, that they're not opposing forces. she wants to pretend that there's hope.

"i wish the circumstances were different--gods, emma, they should have been different; i should have made them different."

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POSTED ON May 26, 2019 18:12:10 GMT

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No sooner did Freya's name leave her lips did she spring forth from her proverbial slumber. Where at first the two stood on opposing ends, trapped within their feelings and destined to never again come together.. the spell was broken.[break][break]

Her breath was stolen from her as the woman's arms reached up around her neck and she was pulled into an embrace. The warning hiss from her Ekans was met with the meticulous and anxious clicking of Emma's Ariados and Joltik as they took one step forward. [break][break]

Fortunately, Emma's lack of fear scent and willingness to allow such... closeness prevented the spiders from attacking. They merely sat, anxiously trembling while the two women stood pressed up against one another.[break][break]

They had never seen their master do this with anyone. She was an angry and quiet individual, speaking and interacting with no one unless she absolutely had to.[break][break]

Freya's hair tickled her neck, and she automatically felt her cheek lowering to rest on the girls head. Her breathing slowed, but her heart continued to pound relentlessly. Even though this felt familiar and safe, it wasn't. They were in danger here. This was wrong.[break][break]

"Our paths weren't meant to run parallel, Freya. There's nothing you could have done to change my fate."[break][break]

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