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There was only one thing on her mind ever since that fateful day. The day where one of her fabled deities showed up within their submarine. Lugia, the guardian of the seas. Declan simply handed it out as if it was no big deal, its entire form changed and almost unrecognizable. Her instincts told her that it was all so wrong, but were they right? It was impossible for her to tell, her faith had never outright been questioned before now.

Determined, Celeste sought out the person who had been granted ownership of Lugia. The mere thought of it, of course, unsettled her to the core. For what were men doing meddling in the affairs of gods? To think that they have a right to own and control them for their own ends? Did they not understand that their actions would inevitably have consequences? Regardless, perhaps she should be a bit more grateful. Lugia still could be where they were, suffering. Instead, they were in the possession of a friendly face.

Gavin Merlino, one of the current Underbosses of Team Rocket. She had worked with him in the past and had quite a bit of respect for the individual. There were not many people that she felt comfortable working alongside, but his respectful demeanor to her proved quite comforting. Considering the two had worked together back when he was still a grunt like herself, she could certainly respect his ability to climb the ladder, so to speak. At the very least, if anyone had to 'own' Lugia for the time being, she was thankful it was him. In this corrupted state, who knew what Lugia was capable of, or what they might do on their own.

However, he wasn't going to get away from her that easily, not with a literal god in his pocket. Within the foyer where she had been blessed with the sight of Lugia for the first time, she spotted him. Wasting absolutely zero time, Celeste began to walk over towards him. Every action made with a clearly defined purpose. From her carefully constructed walk which held herself as high as possible, to the perfectly tailored suit she wore. One single shred of weakness was absolutely unacceptable, lest her image be spoiled amongst Rocket. Despite the sturdy parasol resting on her arm, often acting as a cane at times under severe circumstances.

Clearing her throat to gain his attention, Celeste spoke with a calmness that hid her internal nerves and frustration. "Mr. Merlino, may I have a moment of your time? It is of the utmost importance to me. However, I suspect that you already know what I am here to ask."

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POSTED ON Aug 24, 2020 22:42:10 GMT

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Gavin is alerted first by the sound of footsteps echoing in the grand lobby; his head tilts toward the direction of the sound, though he does not look away from the individuals he is addressing until their business is concluded. Gavin's voice is low but measured, calm, words incomprehensible from the distance between the underboss and the one who seeks him.[break][break]

His company parts, and Gavin turns to level Celeste with a curious amber stare.[break][break]

"I could hazard a guess." A smile pulls at his lips. It does not reach his eyes, but neither is it unpleasant. "Lugia, I assume. Your family was mentioned."[break][break]

Her own relative, Olivia Abbiati, was the former councilwoman that Walsh had alluded to.[break][break]

Lugia's prison is a weight at his hip and in his thoughts. His hand shifts to his side, where the beast ball is concealed beneath his jacket. It catches the sour lighting of the foyer as he draws it forth. He does not release the shadow creature, not yet.

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POSTED ON Aug 26, 2020 9:19:18 GMT

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Celeste was patient, waiting for his business to conclude with a calm expression on her face. If nothing else, patience was her strongest suit, so to speak. However, even her patience had limits, especially as he pulled the strange-looking Pokeball off his hip and held it up. Lugia was within that ball. It took everything within her not to start acting rashly. Conflicting voices of her devotion and her logical fought for space in her thoughts.

However, her face only slightly twitched at the reveal, fighting to keep herself in control. With a noticeably heavier breath, Celeste finally spoke. "Yes. Lugia." Of course, even she wasn't sure what she wanted to say. Did she demand to see it? Did she share her family's devotion so plainly? There had to be a better way.

A focused eye might notice just how much weight she's suddenly putting onto her parasol, a tad bit off balance. Eventually, she finally managed to speak, deciding awkward silence would get her nowhere. "It is no secret that my family has always held certain things in high regard. I am no different in certain aspects. Lugia is one of them. The guardian of the seas, nature incarnate. Able to raise storms in the blink of an eye, hurricanes with a flap of its wings, or quell them with just as much ease."

It went unspoken, but extremely obvious based on Celeste's tone that perhaps the recent bout of intense storms was due to the Lugia missing from its home. Her stare never wavered from Gavin's own eyes, firm in her beliefs. She wasn't intending to be accusatory or rude to him, however. After all, it was not Gavin's fault that he now had possession of her deity.

"May I see it?" Celeste finally asked her question, what she had wanted all along. Any risk of personal injury due to Lugia's current state was already carefully calculated and promptly ignored. She would quite obviously do anything to glance upon her god, even when her knuckles began to turn white from how hard she was gripping her parasol to support her.

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POSTED ON Aug 26, 2020 9:53:43 GMT

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Gavin is sharp, a man of analysis and caution. He catches the shift in her expression but makes no comment; she restrains herself from whatever thought had crossed her mind, and he respects her discipline.[break][break]

Though he is a learned man, his expertise lies in science rather than religion. It was common knowledge that many revered the so-called 'legendary' Pokemon as deities, but the details of specific beliefs were lost on him. Abiatti was an old name oft associated with the ocean. This, he knew. He learns the rest from listening to Celeste as she lays her intentions bare. Not once does Gavin interject.[break][break]

She thinks it caused the storms? Interesting.[break][break]

Her request is expected. Gavin's gaze shifts down to the capsule, then to the empty space where a crowd of their fellows had stood to welcome their new leader. It's where he'd first released the corrupted legendary from its prison. How fitting, then, that it would once more dominate the foyer with its presence.[break][break]

"Its corruption is extensive." His tone is matter-of-fact, though not unkind. "I would taken caution, should you approach."
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There is no further hesitation; his wrist curls for a gentle toss.[break][break]

A flash of red is quick to fade, leaving two chips of dark ruby that fixate upon the pair. Lugia's malevolent gaze intimidates even the likes of Gavin, though he conceals it well behind a proud posture and placid expression. Shadowed wings seem to draw in the light, the gentlest movement resulting in a gust of wind that tugs at their hair, their clothes.

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POSTED ON Aug 26, 2020 10:26:10 GMT

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She didn't know what she was expecting, but for Gavin to simply offer caution and reveal the legendary Pokemon with nothing but a simple warning wasn't it. She almost expected to have to argue for it, to claim her right to see them. And yet, she found herself both grateful and worried that she didn't have to do either.

Within no time at all, and yet what also felt like forever, Lugia formed within the foyer. Celeste could practically feel Lugia's red eyes staring not just at her, but through her. As if she was nothing to the powerful beast. Perhaps she was. It was too much to hope that this corrupted beast could still resemble the Lugia that she had always worshipped, but she refused to not give it a try regardless. Even one sign of its true gentle nature would be enough for her, that it was still in there, somewhere, somehow.

Celeste struggles to even remain on her feet, due to a combination of the intense winds, her own weakness, and the incredible overpowering emotions that threatened to take her out for the count. Slowly, with an incredibly shaky step, she moved an inch closer to gaze upon them. There was no doubt that her weakness was laid bare before both the Lugia and Gavin, but at the moment she could hardly care. Gavin never said a word about her weakness during their heist, he doubted he'd say anything now. She'd give him a thankful expression, betraying her normally perfectly composed look about her before her eyes returning to the shadowed Pokemon.

"Blessed be thy name, Lugia. Guardian of the Seas." She began to speak, her voice wavering from just how truly overwhelmed she was. Emotionally, physically, and spiritually. "For you to have graced us with your presence alone... is an honor, I do not deserve." Her parasol falls to the ground as she remains standing, taking another single step closer. There was no doubt that she might get injured, but there was also no doubt in her mind that it would be worth it.

"I humbly offer myself... as your loyal servant. Celeste Abbiatti. For your true gentle soul knows no bounds... Even as you are, I have faith." She didn't reach out, no matter how much she would have wanted to. This was a corrupted version of her deity, tortured endlessly to produce this overwhelming power. All that she could hope would be that it would spare her life alone as she took another incredibly shaky step forwards. Even then... Perhaps she would deserve death for daring to presume that she could meddle in the affairs of gods.

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POSTED ON Aug 28, 2020 6:12:56 GMT

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He expects her curiosity. He does not expect her to approach the seething legendary.[break][break]

Gavin does not stop her. He is a man of science, experimentation — he watches, guarded but evidently intrigued, as she powers through her weakness in a desperate appeal to her corrupted god. It's the closest anyone's gotten other than him, at least since he'd been entrusted to the creature's care.[break][break]

As Celeste had predicted, he does not comment on her struggle.[break][break]

Unfortunately for the snow-haired Abiatti, no amount of spirituality could pierce through the extent of Lugia's corruption. The assault by the Nihilego had altered its mind as well as its appearance, reducing the guardian of the seas to a primal creature of aggression and wrath. It draws itself up on her approach, a deep croak of warning rising in its throat. Gavin feels something like pity squirm in his gut as he watches the pair... for Lugia or Celeste, he is not certain.
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"Stop," Gavin commands.[break][break]

It turns its glare on him, and for a moment he worries that the authority granted by the beast ball may not be enough to supersede its wrath. He holds its gaze and refuses to look away even as a shiver crawls up his back. The shadows disperse, though its evident fury remains.
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"Not the result you wanted, I imagine." His tone is difficult to read, as is his expression should Celeste look back at him. "I'm sorry. It would be too much risk to press it further."

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POSTED ON Sept 14, 2020 6:28:30 GMT

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This was it. This was how she was going to die. She saw the darkness forming along Lugia's jaw and knew there was no consoling the corruption. Its gentle soul was held captive, trapped within this twisted flesh and mind. And yet, if this was how her god wanted to end her life she would have accepted it. Spread her arms wide and allowed it to take her, stare death right in the face.

And yet, death did not come.

One word from Gavin and it stopped. Her life was spared, and a small part of her didn't know whether to be thankful or upset over the matter. Regardless, she stared unblinking as the corrupt Lugia vanished back into the Beast Ball, the only thing granting Gavin control over such a powerful being. Only after it was gone did Celeste let out a shaky breath she didn't know she had been holding on to.

Her legs were shaky, practically barely able to stand. With that in mind, Celeste silently moved to grab her parasol once more from the floor. As soon as it was within her hands again she leaned on it rather obviously heavy despite her best attempts to somehow appear to be put together, despite her flustered state.
Celeste glanced over at him, silent for a few seconds before eventually speaking. "Thank you." However, she didn't clarify what she was thanking for. She purposefully kept it ambiguous, there was no reason to allow others to feel she was indebted to them. Let Gavin think what he wants of it, but she did not want him to feel like his time was wasted, of course.

"I must admit," She continued, her voice a tad bit shaky despite her hardest efforts. "It was not what I was wanting, no. However, it was the attempt that counts." They were meddling in the affairs of gods... One day, when Lugia is free, she hopes that she will be remembered favorably. It was inevitable, she was sure of it. However, to act now would only cause more suffering. Despite the obviously untrusting eyes towards the beast ball, that same distrust was never shown directly towards Gavin. He had proven himself in her eyes.

After realizing she had been awkwardly silent for a few moments more, she began to speak again. "You must understand, I-" And that was when her balance suddenly gave out on her. It wasn't a good day for her health in general, but everything combined was too much. Her parasol slipped against the ground as she began to tumble forwards.

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POSTED ON Oct 26, 2020 0:46:05 GMT

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She thanks him, and Gavin accepts it with a dip of his head.[break][break]

His gaze is watchful, intense as it lingers on her ailing form. He studies every hint of her weakness like she's a bug under glass, and is quick to close the distance between them and steady her the moment she stumbles forward.[break][break]

His grip is firm, and it lingers until he's sure her balance has returned.[break][break]

"Sit," he insists, gesturing for a bench along one wall. He does not provide further support unless she seeks it out; he understands a hatred of one's own weaknesses and, subconsciously more than anything, allows Celeste to make the choice. "What is it that I must understand?"

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POSTED ON Oct 26, 2020 8:06:57 GMT

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Humiliation. It burns within every fiber of her being as she has to be helped to stay on her feet. He's strong, stronger than he looks. It's regrettable that she has to rely on his assistance to even stay standing, her parasol slowly finding purchase against the ground once again as she supported herself somewhat. Her legs were still incredibly shaky, struggling to balance.

As he motioned to sit down, Celeste simply nodded her head. The natural instinct would be to continue to reach for him to help her walk to the bench but Celeste promptly refuses. He's already seen too much of her weakness already, despite never commenting on it. There was no need to treat him like some kind of confidant. Gavin was a co-worker, her boss now actually, that was simply all it was.

Her walk was slow and deliberate, each step moving with careful precision until she finally managed to sit down. Celeste's pale face was somehow even paler, and a trained observer might notice her breathing had picked up a bit, despite her obvious attempts to hide it.

Finally, he asks a question and allows her to forget about her humiliation for a brief moment of time. With a soft breath, Celeste finally began. "For the Abbiatti... the water has always held a special place amongst my family and their ancestors." She paused, perhaps this was knowledge that was too obvious. Perhaps not. Growing within this sphere of knowledge, it was hard to tell how much or how little outsiders knew, considering Olivia used to be a member of the League Council.

"The ocean is more than a way of life, it is so much more. For its gentle waves provide life for all living things, yet its forceful storms end life all the same. Lugia..." Celeste would pause, clearing her throat and trying to speak as directly as she could so her words are not misinterpreted.

"Lugia is the guardian of the seas. The one who dwells beneath the waves in slumber as it knows its mere power alone could destroy everything man-kind has created. It is said that flapping its wings alone may cause a storm 40 days long that can blow houses apart with even the slightest of movements, or even calm the storms before they grow out of control. All who dwell on this earth have much to thank them for, for every day it has contained its power for the sake of its love for life, and quelled nature's destructive wrath for us." It went unstated that now it likely had no more intent to contain its power, that was all dependent on Gavin. It was simply a weapon to be pointed in a direction.

Celeste finally lets out a quiet sigh, her eyes staring at the beast ball before turning her head and looking up at the ceiling of the submarine. "To see its love for life gone is a corruption of nature as a whole. It... disheartens me."

Turning her eyes back over to Gavin, Celeste sat up a bit straighter as she steeled her gaze a bit. "Let it be known that I do not judge you, nor Rocket for what has happened to the divine beast." After all, it was said that some Ultra Beasts were the ones that corrupted it. For all she is aware, perhaps Rocket finding them is what saved their life. "However, I can not remain silent. With everything I have seen, I can only come to one conclusion."

She pauses for a brief moment, slowly looking back up at the ceiling once more as she attempts to calm her breath. "Lugia is safest with you, and that is all that matters to me." Gavin likely wasn't about to simply abuse Lugia's power, that seemed obvious from the time she had spent with the man. If it was in the hands of any other rocket, she could expect the storms to practically never fade up above. "You have shown yourself more than capable, on multiple matters. I simply... ask to be informed over Lugia's condition, should you discover more and find me worthy. As your subordinate, I have no right to demand such actions, of course. But let it be known that you will not find one other Rocket aboard this submarine who understands Lugia more than I, who they used to be."

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