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Bailey Cooper crossed her arms, feeling the presence of her six capsules as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Unlike a certain billionaire, one pokemon team suited her needs–anything more than that was overkill. There was no need for it; not here. Lavaridge felt too unassuming for her to bring her entire arsenal... even if she could see the hot springs in the distance, where she had been held at gunpoint.[break][break]

“Yo,” she greeted the councilman, refusing to buy into the usual bullshit that she was supposed to spout. Salutes were stupid. The last time she had seen Fernando, that had been back at the Winter's Ball. The monotonous conversation still stood out in her mind, threatening to choke any words that she chose to speak.[break][break]

She pushed up her sunglasses, knowing that the dwindling light would make it pointless to keep wearing them. “So, what's on the agenda?” Her tone would convey her thoughts on the situation; words that were spoken without any semblance of excitement or interest.[break][break]

This was babysitting. “I hope you're not here for a tour,” because it would be a short one.[break][break]

Her teeth would crunch into the candy cane, making it splinter into white, peppermint tasting fragments.

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Was he serious?[break][break]

“Hah!” The hard bark escaped her mouth before she could stop it; her mind immediately presuming that Fernando was joking. Escorting a delibird? When he was a member of the council? Yeah, right. Was he getting ready to campaign for the chancellor position? “Very funny. No, seriously, what are you–” He was not joking. Her amusement died the moment she realized the sincerity of his words.[break][break]

Those poor, sick children in Fallarbor. “Oh. Uh. My bad.” Now she looked like an asshole.[break][break]

He did not look like the charitable type. Was that a rude assumption to make? Maybe. The officer could only cringe inwardly and try to navigate around this situation before it was beyond repair. “Yeah, I'll tag along,” and she found herself following after him. [break][break]

“It's orders... and... those poor kids, right?” Fuck.

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“It's... useless,” Bailey would have assessed the moment they stepped into the Pokemon Center, staring at the plump bird as it struggled with its onerous bag; it looked ready to collapse at any given moment, struggling with a weight that it could not feasibly carry.[break][break]

The Officer stared at the bird, then to Fernando, and back to the bird; her predilection for pokemon had always been questionable–she was a trainer that sought the most unusual of pokemon, or the most useless as she had once been told. Her love and affection for Chubs the Spheal was a well-known joke among her fellow officers...[break][break]

And right now, the Delibird was looking really helpless. “I want it,” and instead of approaching the Christmas pokemon like a normal person, Bailey felt her hand twitch to her belt, snapping off one of the pokeballs from its place.[break][break]

Kapow was summoned into the Pokemon Center. “Hold the bird,” and the dragon obliged, hefting the Delibird into his grasp; it squeaked in dismay, flailing against the stronger pokemon while desperately reaching to the bag. Maybe it presumed that the officer would attempt to steal it. That was not the case.[break][break]

“Heeeey little guy,” and she bounced an empty pokeball in her hand, grinning from ear to ear. “You need help with delivering those toys, right? Well. One stipulation—you're coming with me,” and she bonked it on the head with the pokeball capsule, sucking it inside and leaving it to squirm as it would attempt to escape.[break][break]

It could have burst from the capsule, but it would have only found itself in the same situation... over and over.[break][break]

“Kapow, can you get the sack?” And she bounced the capsule as it trembled; red light flashing as it tried to capture the Christmas pokemon.

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“What?” Bailey Cooper caught the looks of the fellow occupants of the Pokemon Center–Fernando was not the only one wearing an expression of disbelief. “I wanted it,” and the officer bounced the capsule in her hand, watching as Kapow balanced the sack over his scale-encased shoulder--a bag that was not attatched to the Delibird, because that would be fucked up and what the fuck are pokemon. Like, the tailbag fucking thing that Delibird had was empty and this bag is seperate but has the toys. I don't fucking know anymore.[break][break]

The capsule was played with. She would have remained persistent with the bird until it would have yielded. “Look, I know having a dragon pass out the gifts to the kids is a bad idea, so, uh, it can do it when we get there,” a toss as the capsule spun in the air, falling back into her readied hand; her hand under her chin, as if in contemplation, as Bailey Cooper pondered a name for the Christmas bird.[break][break]

The boldness of her actions did not faze her. There was no regret or thought put into what had been done. She came, she saw, she captured. Fernando's statement was received with a shrug. “Uh, I'm a pokemon trainer. It's a pokemon,” and the capsule was then spun on the tip of her finger.[break][break]

“What the fuck am I gonna call you, huh?” And she made her way for the exit of the Pokemon Center, walking with the confidence of someone that was ready to submit a Christmas mission two months late.

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