Gavin dips his head in acceptance of the generosity, then shakes it as dorian westcliff continues.

"Yveltal didn't just attack Rocket. It attacked everyone." Had there been enough time, he'd have liked to take pictures of the destroyed Route 113 for S.P.E.C.T.R.A. "It was after the tree, presumably. While Lugia attempted to hold it off, some fool girl ordered her Pokémon to attack it in spite of us showing no sign of aggression toward anything but Yveltal."

In comparison to Yveltal's devastating blows, the Drampa's attack had been like the bite of a flea. But it was the principal of it, that someone would dare attack his patron without reason, that infuriated the underboss.

"That is what I meant about the League. I'm afraid I know little of Yveltal's motives."

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"As they should be," Gavin insists, lip curling. "Doesn't give them an excuse to attack the one with the best chance at stopping the damn thing."

There's a certain arrogance to him with his newfound power, not unwarranted after his display on Route 113. Yet for all his strengths, he'd have perished with the rest of them if the tree hadn't worked its magic against Yveltal's devastating blow. It was humbling in the worst way.

The sharpness in his gaze softens as it shifts to his partner — fiancée, now, he supposed. The thought tickles him still.

"The League's power was concentrated elsewhere, so I've heard. Choi's excursion wasn't nearly as fruitful as ours." Now, he doesn't seem proud. There's an undercurrent of concern in the furrow of his brow. "Silph and Ramsay were there."

Two Avatars of the Tapu, both affiliated under the League.

Chu-e had been mostly quiet; he was still tired both physically and mentally after his own excursion. He was listening, don't doubt that, but mostly his attention had been on reading over the report that Cillian Quinn had just shown them. Something like a headache had been blooming in the very base of his skull since having come in here- which was distracting.

"Some stories say Yveltal and Xerneas are rivals. Some brothers. Some lovers. Some all three." If the tree was connected to Xerneas, it wasn't a far reach that Yveltal would be interested, at least. But, they still couldn't guess why. His voice was a little flat, without his normal pep, as he focused more on reading than conversation.

At the mention of his own excersion, he glances up at fully focus, lips curling into a scowl.

"My mission was a shitshow from start to finish. Bombs going off, people going crazy, more bombs going off, demigods fighting..." He sighs and shakes his head, looking back at his tablet and scrolling through the report once again. He would have questions, but for later.

"I, for one, will be more than happy to see you go apeshit, Gav."

Chu-e Choi is uncharacteristically quiet, but Gavin expects it after what he'd been through. They found crystals inside me. If he pictures the other, he pictures the broken glass smile.

He turns his attention to his counterpart to see a different image, of Choi tired and irritable but without that haunted look.

"We'll take measures in hopes it doesn't happen like that again." The reason for the first explosion remained a mystery, and Gavin hated that. He believed Chu-e when he said he hadn't set them off, but he also believed Katherine if only because of Silph's proximity to the blast. In the footage they'd caught, the two had been closer than he'd liked.

"I still intend to be cautious," he amends, "but consider my resources at your disposal should you need them." His gaze flicks upward, to the underwater portal from where his patron watches. Red eyes blink back, slow. "Our resources."

Miles was the most recent addition to the table of elites and the pressure of what could be seen as the closest thing this planet had to a corrupted god surfing the waves directly above them helped his nerves none. Not including the additional stress, the assortment of elites added to the situation.

Cillian Quinn had called the meeting to discuss the successes and failures of his latest mission, one that according to the report he'd been scrolling through silently had gone fairly well if not for the injuries of a particular young grunt who currently lied in the ICU. Miles made a note to deliver an assortment of treats to the little later, despite knowing little about her otherwise.

Following his intense read-through of the report via his own tablet he'd finally comment after following Chu-e Choi 's eager response to the avatar's future moves.

"Perhaps it's not my place to say Gavin, as I'm out of my vein, but if you plan to reveal your allegiance to the world I have an assortment of information that may help swing more of the public to our side. Your accomplishments for the region alone are more than noteworthy, and in my recent venture to Fortree, I acquired some information that while useless to our Infinity Energy ventures still holds value to the region as a whole." If there was ever a time to speak on the little gained from that operation it was now.

"I believe the research we gathered from the secret base guild can be used to build an assortment of homes and shelters for those displaced by the battles Hoenn has suffered through. Particularly in the areas surrounding Slateport. If you were to reveal say an initiative to use that information to help rebuild and create alongside your official separation from the league you'd A maintain your status in the region and add credence to Rocket. Needless to say, you'd have my full support." He'd turn a hand to the man, "Again this is only a suggestion from one outside his realm of expertise." He's careful not to step on toes of which there are many.

Gavin's attention shifts to the newest of their elite, Miles Sharp, cool gaze lingering as he speaks. The underboss interjects, "By all means: you were invited, so you've got as much say as anyone else in this room."

He may have been green, but his skill and intellect must have appealed to Walsh if he'd been promoted so soon into his tenure.

A soft huff of almost-laughter escapes his lips at the praise. "No more than any other who fought in the war, but I see your point." Cavalli, as the League knew him, had built a positive reputation among the League, however minor his accomplishments might seem when weighed against their own elite.

"An altruistic goal," he muses as he considers Sharp's pitch. The displaced citizens of the League were no doubt resentful of their government for failing to provide, and if Rocket could step in where they had failed... "I can see the potential benefits for Rocket. If we can get Walsh's approval, I'm not above exploiting my alias before it's burned. Forward your research to me, when you can, and I'll take a look."