saoirse quinn
she/her
29
october 27
circhester, galar
bisexual
physicist / inventor
head scientist
every night i burn, dream the black crow dream
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Lulu Flint
snakes alive [c][m]
POSTED ON Aug 29, 2020 22:50:32 GMT
lulu eyed her partner, and it was clear that something was not connecting in her head for a moment, some fleeting lack of trust. as someone who was used to using militant force to extract answers, this method seemed less efficient. nevertheless, she’d follow him. the man had slumped against a wall, his consciousness seeming to fade in an out, his energy having been sucked away by the unassuming sylveon. she reached down and frisked him once more, retrieving his phone and pocketing it for safe keeping. if she had to take an eye off him, she wasn’t going to take any chances. she finally lowered her gun and began to help her partner look through the room. another look to the man on the floor, and then to marcel, and she turned her back and walked further back, soon finding an office. there were several places she had learned over time to check for hidden valuables. she began moving worn-out furniture, and checking the floors for any obvious inconsistencies. then, looking up, a vent. she pulled the desk towards the wall and climbed on top of it, peering into the hole in the wall. there it was. not the first one she’d seen placed like this, wouldn’t be the last. “you got a key for the safe in this vent back here, by chance?” she called to her partner, extracting a multi-tool from a pocket and working on the screws, wincing from the strange angle. there was a chance that rocket had been privy to its location and that it was hidden in case of other robberies, but that might not have been the case. |
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