hm. she wasn't very attuned to ghost types but whatever. Rocket sent 'em here, so might as well do the job. right, by the way. there was no room for failure or half-assing with Dutch Ahlberg. she noticed the wear on the books - yawn - and didn't comment at first. it was only when she noticed a few oozing pools of ectoplasm did she bark.

"over here" she says once Killian Decker breaks the silence. she is bent down, taking a pencil from a table and poking the ooze with it. lifting the pencil, she squints her good eye. "seems like t' bastard is close" her eye then focuses on the long corridor of shelves before them. even the ooze drips a bit further down. "reckon it's down there."

1/5

"and I never got yours" she shoots back, smirking "though I know yer a head honcho" some intelligence gathering and some just ignoring it, hoping to talk one on one for once. she didn't like to find out things through the grapevine as much as her fellow Rockets "name's Dutch Ahlberg, mister bigshot." she thrust a hand out for him to shake if he pleased.

if not, it'd drop back at her side. Dutch had already straightened up, eyeing the long hallway before them. she didn't have much of an arsenal in the ways of ghost hunting. not yet anyway. so the Houndoom was mighty appreciated. "shall we?" she gestures to keep going, pleasantries aside for now.

2/5

Killian. it was a seafaring name in some circles. "aye" the former pirate turned Rocket caws, not really giving a shit at the direction question. she lifts a finger to flip up the fabric eyepatch, revealing the now glassy eye with deep grooves of scratches through it "grappling hook caught me in the face." a rookie mistake at the time, or maybe... a mistake by the other person. she had continued fighting when they boarded the ship even if she was half blind.

"she found something" Dutch adds, choosing to drop the subject. not out of embarrassment or shame, but because it was boring to her. she gestures to the Houndoom "wonder what spook it is" she muses, rubbing her chin. she was never one for ghost types, but to each their own. the only one she did like was the anchor-like one, and she had yet to find such a thing in Hoenn "or if some'ting is fucking with us all." keen to finish the job as smoothly as possible, she strolls forward.

3/5 Killian Decker

"because someone wanted to fucking die." she was dead serious in her tune. Dutch arched a brow at Killian before leaving him guessing just what that meant. grappling hooks were used to board ships. someone had tossed it willy nilly at the quartermaster's direction, not expecting it to hit her. 

but it had.

so she, bleeding and half-blind, had gone briefly feral. the other human being had been a rival pirate crew, probably a new recruit. she half-drowned him in a bucket of distilled water on deck. he probably would shit his pants than try to raid another ship again. if her crew didn't stop her, she would have killed him.

hell, she really thought she had when she let go.

"hmm" she could let him deal with it, most of her Pokemon were sea-faring. useless on land. unleashing her Gyarados in a library was hilarious of a thought... but she'd resist. in the end she'd take out her Mienshao, Tomoe. she was probably more useful than her Chimchar right now; still young and eager and reckless.

this required a skilled hand. "then it should stop the stalker act and come out like it has some balls."

4/5 Killian Decker

laughter and jokes aside, they had a fucking job to do. "Aura Sphere!" she calls out to her Mienshao when the ice attacks started to hit. there was a distinctive female figure throwing shade at them. it'd learn soon not to screw with them. Tomoe gathers the energy in her paws before shooting it forward, trying to hit. it manages to hit while Killian's Houndoom is dealing with the blunt of it.

the shriek makes Dutch's ears ring, but she does not flinch. she also doesn't miss that the taunting had drawn it out. "I'll draw it away" she says lowly to Killian as she darts forward, trying to coax it away from the rows of books and into a wider clearing. luckily there were rows of computers neatly set up away from the books. if the Admin didn't want to destroy the books, he could handle destroying the tech.

"oi!" she waves her arms above her head "come and get me, bitch!"

5/5 Killian Decker

Killian's Houndoom easily felled the ghost. it was almost disappointing. the man emerged from the corner, ordering her to capture it. "aye, aye" she says, voice void of sarcasm but still light. Dutch takes out a spare Pokeball and throws it at the Froslass, sealing it's fate. once the sphere stopped shaking, she'd step forward and pluck it from the ground. "good job, Cinder." she praises the Pokémon.

she holds up the Froslass' Pokeball. "so what do ya wanna do with this?" take it to Rocket? release it in the woods or a mountain? she'd just follow his direction - he was the big boss here. Dutch looks around the library, wondering how the hell it even got here. seemed a trek for a mountain ghost. but it wasn't their job to know why, only figure out a solution. still, she felt like punching something all the same.

5/5 Killian Decker