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[attr="class","illeana i"]oh, right...

check ins are normal now, aren't they? with him at the helm of the science department, she has slowly grown accustomed to these instances. as annoying as they are, they're necessary in the end.

"fine."

noncommittal at best and off-putting at worst, it's the only thing she can really supply him.

"and you?"

he is, after all, in a similar state of aftermath as she is. an odd place, halfway in the present with the mind wandering to the recent past.

"i assume you sustained no injuries during the rift operation?"

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"ah, i see."

it takes a moment but soon, a light coating of healing mist begins to spread around the room. it always stops once the five foot radius has been reached. some days, she wishes it'd expand... if only to feel a sense of normalcy in relation to her past instances of power. it never will. she will make peace with such a thing one day.

today, however, is not that day.

"well, that is to be expected of Eva Morales."

faintly, there's a warm smile rising. she means it with affection, with an of course she would because she is a hero air to the concept.

"it is unfortunate we could not retrieve the seal stone, but i'm glad everyone came out with minor injuries."

major ones had been healed in triage centers, her own eyes overseeing the treatment.

"though, i do worry for what's to come now."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana i"]optimism is necessary in these times, she decides.

it will do them no good to think in terms of the world ending. otherwise, they have already lost.

"nothing good, i'm afraid."

in the wrong hands, the seal stone is a terrifying concept... but would it have been any safer in the league's custody?

"if they use the stone to its highest potential, the result could be catastrophic for hoenn."

the creator used to further rocket's own goals is an end result she will fight tooth and nail to prevent from occurring, no matter the cost.

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she lets out a soft hum and beckons for him to follow her to the coffee bar. this conversation calls for more energy than she currently has.

and while a new pot is prepared, the telltale sound of coffee brewing echoing a moment later, her eyes drift toward him.

"if the reports and their associated rumors are to be believed, the seal stones would bring one closer to locating the original creator. or, well, vice versa... they could act like a beacon for all we know."

her smile is faint, awkward, worried.

"in the wrong hands, i fear what will come of the use of these stones. will we face judgement at rocket's hands should the rumors be correct?"

or is she worrying for nothing? there is no way to tell at this current point in space-time.

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]she hums understanding, feigns acceptance... for they should have come out on top this time around.

the stones should be theirs. she does not want to accept a reality where the league has failed once more. not again.

"dimensional investigations, mostly."

when the pot of coffee finishes brewing, she is quick to pour some into a nearby mug. her eyes drift toward him, a question lingering in the stare. does he want a cup too?

"there is a focus on preparation for sea hoenn's inevitable arrival, as well, but that is slower in progressing."

she flashes a small, haunted smile.

"Eva Morales and i will be visiting the dimensional pocket beneath rustboro soon to study the abbiati's silver spire. the report will reach your desk once we've concluded."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a blink follows the question.

how is Eva Morales ?

in simple terms...

"fine, i suppose."

nothing's ever quite as simple, though, is it?

eva has her own demons to battle, some that used to be called home or love or two arms wrapped around the frame of the body.

she understands, knows all too well, but she wouldn't dare breathe life into it as her own.

"if you wanted to know the details of how she's doing, you could just ask her?"

her lab is next door, after all.

FERNANDO SILPH