Not-Chryssa
She/Her
27
May 1
Eterna City, Sinnoh
Panromantic
radio host
agent
as flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport
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POSTED ON Feb 12, 2021 2:44:38 GMT
Doug’s suggestion was reasonable, and Chryssa seized at the chance for control. “Marvelous. That’s settled then,” she said easily, giving off the impression she’d won some kind of victory. “I don’t think it’s quite your place to say what will and won’t be a hindrance, doctor. I’m the final judge of that.” She flashed a smile behind her as she stood, fingers wrapped around the hilt of her cane. “Tut-tut, but time is slipping away from us! I’ll be meeting up with the tech team now. You’ll hear from me soon, don’t worry.” It was not Chryssa’s obligation to push herself to measure up to the abilities of other people. It was her responsibility to know her own limits, more surely than anyone else might claim to, and to take measures accordingly. Chryssa didn’t have to be like or equal to other people to be of worth. It was something Doug seemed to understand implicitly, and something many people— including Mr. Jabami— simply did not. Before she left, she poked her head back in the meeting room door, long hair falling over her shoulder. “John, could I have a moment before you head off? I have something I’d like to give you.”...After delivering her “gift” to the teenage officer in private, Chryssa made her way down the hall, following the directions she’d been given. The power had been cut to the Headquarters building as part of the emergency measures, so the fluorescent lights overhead were unlit, casting the walls and ceiling in shadow. Click. Click. Click. Even in the relative darkness, it was easy to find her way to the tech lab, feeling ahead of her with the tip of her Honedge. Team had been an overstatement. By the time she arrived, there were only two other people arguing frantically in front of a switchboard—it seemed the other original team members had succumbed to the initial exposure to Kreisler’s song, or had otherwise been affected indirectly while analyzing it. It was little wonder that she and Doug were so essential to this mission. With only generator power, no outside connections, and pathetically little manpower, the League was running on fumes. She sent out her Pokemon, an Exploud and a Jynx, who each took a place at one of the monitors. She waved off one of the exhausted-looking lab aides who tried to object. “Spare me the questions until later,” she said easily, fitting a headset over her head, “A team is heading out shortly to confront the threat. If you’ll get them everything they need, I’ll handle the communications channel.”
Relief was palpable. The aides hadn’t said it, but it was clear they were afraid. Direct communication with people on the front lines of this particular threat was as potentially deadly as being there in person.
She was confident in Doug’s ability to survive, but if Chryssa didn’t do her job right, his team—and Zenji’s—might not be so lucky. zenji jabami & John Sullivan Assume chryssa can be reached via headset at any time during the mission if you need intel, though since the main power grid is off that’ll be pretty limited.
Edit: Doug and Chryssa are gonna do their catching-up chat in a different thread to avoid holding up the action! and for cramomatic social
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