she did not know how to 'act' around Remiel. the Galarian Ambassador had assisted in her little pickle, having smuggled her into Hoenn rather illegally... did he expect praise? fealty? loyalty? he was an enigma. perhaps in time he'd call upon her to repaid whatever debt she had gotten herself into. no doubt Rocket had, sweeping up her student debt with the flourish of a duelist.

"current for now" she says, not taking her eyes off the book's pages as she addresses his words "Hoenn is ever changing" Remiel should know this; for he had been in Hoenn much, much longer than she "who knows what will happen in mere months?" the summer could see another attack, a few new Avatars jump into the spotlight or some political business that screwed everyone up. there was also no means to ask Remiel what he was doing up. his appearance suggested he was having trouble sleeping.

Siobhan places the book down on the counter with a gentle huff. it wasn't even thick, just an ex-Rocket's accounts of some of the Avatars and some subtle information about each one. that Rocket was dead now. shame, they never had the chance to finish their thesis.

Remiel Calcifet

"with all due respect to the people's triumphant over such adversity" Siobhan muses "I would rather live in a world where anything was possible" even if death, madness and regret were a thing here; she would believe, to quote a famous author - six impossible things. before breakfast. "than be stifled." she glances down at the offered glass, her belly full of coffee. to hell with it. perhaps she could sleep if she drank a little...

a pale hand slips out to grasp the glass, pulling it toward her chest. she looks deep into the depths of the whiskey before Remiel's words cause her to look up. a wry little smile appears. "humanity is not meant to have divine power" Siobhan says honestly "that is what makes us human. we are supposed to play the cards we are dealt from birth" she scoffs, shrugging "and rise above on our merits." swinging the glass back, she takes a long sip before placing it on the table again.

it clicks against the wood briefly. a little wave dismissed her earlier words. "that is what the untouched believe, anyway" Siobhan would say to him "rise enough, and even gods take notice. the Avatars are special, exceptional beings granted godhood. I think they are... funny. it's like a soap opera; what will they do with their powers? what accomplishments can they achieve that regular humans cannot? will they burn the world, or will they... evolve it?"

she shrugs idly. "watching their struggles. documenting their powers and victories and failures; fascinating."

Remiel Calcifet

"indeed" Siobhan says, taking another swing of the whiskey, a soft exhale released "but to what end?" she posed "is it fair to assume everyone would get these abilities? or a select few - like olden times? evolution is meant to be an up-hill battle, with only the strongest coming out alive with benefits. what happens to the unevolved? will they become slaves to the new demi-gods?" it had happened in the past, no doubt.

at the mercy of power, anything was possible. even those with good intentions could be swayed to take advantage of those that did not have any merit. Siobhan supposed some in Rocket might find the idea of slavery - people or Pokémon - an ideal world. only the strong survive, only the strong get to rule. it was why she was doing everything in her power to obtain strength. "or will they be eradicated?" she says, finishing off the whiskey. placing the glass to the side -

she looks to see the cheese offered. "hmm" Siobhan says to Remiel "do you always walk around the witching hour with a plate of fine cheese?" the woman raises a lithe finger and plucks one of the swiss variant from the pedestal. popping it into her mouth, she chews quietly.

Remiel Calcifet

"and what of you?" she directs the question to him "you are an Administrator here, correct?" she traces a thin finger around the rim of the glass, idly wishing to know what he thought of all this discussion "do you get to choose who grows in power, or watch those obtain it themselves? are you not already a god to the lowly grunts, Remiel? they aspire to be you. to have your power." surely he knew this.

of course, this was all merely conjecture. "should the strong get to decide and rule, is it not a type of slavery to the masses below them?" and of course, capturing the beasts they all used... was a type of slavery in itself. sure, one could fancy it up with friendship but the point was; nobody would want to be captured in a tiny little ball and carried about against their will. she doubted the countless Pokemon who died in the line of service wanted to die. "even if the strong have their 'best interests' at heart?"

Siobhan goes quiet, lifting a brow. she was curious to see what he would take from that, how he would respond to such a statement. she did not believe one way or the other, and would not get offended with any answer. as a type of scholar, the woman was merely looking for a studious debate. there was no thin veiled emotion in her words. "I will think about it" she smiles thinly, giving him no promise it but also not rejecting the concept "so what you are saying is you carry cheese all the time...?" she could not help a light chuckle.

but ah, a question... "it is different" Siobhan says softly "and I do not like being around so many other people at once. I'd rather live alone where I can write and study in peace."

Remiel Calcifet

"so you are Hades" Siobhan repeats, lifting a brow as she lifts her own glass again. swirling around the golden liquid idly, she hums. "and I have eaten one of your seeds" she refers to the rather illegal smuggling involved. Remiel had not asked for anything in return, so which begged the question of what he wanted. "am I to be kept under your rule?" until he realized what he wanted from her? she did not like to be indebted to people.

she muses his further words. "I suppose if kings and queens kept everyone as slaves, it would diminish the 'fun' of ruling" in many ways, actually. the weak were many, so if they were not happy about their rulers they could easily dispose them. and if the strong were few, Siobhan guessed they didn't want to spend all waking hours hauling and controlling their slaves. spending way too many hours on control, and not enough about changing their world. "nor not enough spent on cheese."

Siobhan slips that in deadpanned. "yes, it is your fault" she agrees with his guilt "I'm doomed to suffer underwater" though he does offer an escape. a challenge. she smirks for once, amused by his behavior "do you do that for all the people you recruit?" she wonders "it must cost a pretty penny to set them all up with amenities..."

she takes a small sip, shrugging. "I just want to know what you hope to gain" Siobhan says idly, getting to the point. they could dance around the issue all night if need be "spending all that time and money on someone you don't know." Remiel had to find it suspicious, or at least understand it was suspicious. why go out on a limb? she assumed everyone in Rocket was out for themselves.

but nothing more he would say, cheese aside. she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. he must be quite rich indeed to throw his money away like that. "purpose for what?" she presses gently. she was but a rookie trainer, a lowly grunt. did he see potential or was he just amused with her struggle to power? "and no, you can have any woman you wanted, Remiel." Siobhan waves a hand dismissively.

"I do not have such vanity to assume I'd be someone special."