"No thanks." He replied dryly, looking around at the barren environment.

"I'm assuming you keep the rest of your things elsewhere?"

Lulu Flint

"You have a thing for light houses?"

This is the second that they'd been on together. Nothing had changed since the last one. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Killian needed her now.

"Yeah, real shame." he couldn't have sounded more sarcastic.

Killian gripped the handle of the meteorite's case tighter. Following her gesture to the mechanism at the top of the tower. Confusion flashed briefly across his features.

"Talk to it?" he glanced over his shoulder. "How?" with the antenna, obviously, Killian wasn't stupid. But he needed more than that. The details Lulu in her vagueness were keeping from him.

Lulu Flint

Being focused on the task at hand, the contrast between Lulu's current high spirits and usual sour mood took a second to register. The childish side of Killian that filled the sub with rats begged for him to tease.

He held his tongue. Best not to ruin a good thing.

"Yeah, jayden cross and I dealt with a few Beheeyem pestering a local farm in Verdanturf. I wasn't aware they were carting livestock off planet, though."

They'd stopped them before they could get away with any more Wooloo. Hearing this, maybe they shouldn't have. "Tck." his tongue clicked against his teeth. Disappointment took root somewhere inside of him, only to be drowned by curiosity.

"Certain Pokemon?" that meant more than just Beheeyem. Digging into the encyclopedia that was his mind, Killian quickly created a small list of potential Pokemon. Some, like Starmie, were less likely than others, but they all had something in common.

Space and intelligence.

"I'm willing to try, but two might not be enough." Killian smiled, his defenses dropping just enough to be comfortable. "It's good a thing I've two Beheeyem of my own."

Psychic types were his specialty, after all.

Lulu Flint

"What?"

Killian cocked a brow, "Is there something on my face?" or was she simply staring to bug him? He scratched at his cheek just in case.

Interchangeable devices, an antenna - she spoke like she'd been working on this for a while. Maybe not finding Deoxys specifically, but something.

"How long have you been working on all this?"

He followed Lulu to the stairs, ready to make his way down after her. What technologically marvels did Ms.Flint have stashed away in her basement? Killian shivered at the possibilities.

Lulu Flint

The answer is vague at best and unhelpful at its worse. Obviously, it had been a while. Killian could see that much himself. None of this was thrown up overnight. He says nothing but nods and shrugs his shoulder.

Neither of them utters a word on the way down the staircase. A lesson he'd learned from their last lighthouse meeting was not to push. Besides, his fingers gripped the briefcase tighter; he's still not sure this isn't a trap. "You've never seen my office." with books everywhere, Killian struggled to get through the door, let alone to his desk. "A little mess won't bother me." and they arrived.

Large, the central cylinder caught his attention immediately. His eyes traced a line from the conductors to the screens and panels on the walls. "You built all this yourself?" if not, who did she trust enough to help her? Likely no one.

"It's impressive." it really was, "You're a genius." and he actually meant it.

Then, she explains her plan to the world's most intent listener. If Lulu's paying enough attention, she'd see the gears turning behind his eyes, oiled by her words.

"What's stopped you from testing it?"

Lulu Flint

The smile pushed onto her typically indifferent face is hard for Killian to miss. He notes the struggle, how her puffed cheeks look as though the act were foreign. It very well might be. He can't recall a time he's seen Lulu smile before now. Scowl, certainly, but never smile.

Maybe she was human after all.

His eyes linger, perhaps a bit too long, before looking away. Attention pulled back to the machine painstakingly built.

"Almost there." maybe, if this even worked. And with Sootopolis taken, nothing kept them from finding out except the wind. How rude of mother nature to stand in the way of progress.

"Theories?" he tilted back in her direction. There's more to be said, questions to ask, but she says his name, and they're all pushed back in favor of surprise. "Come again?" That settled it. Killian teleported into the Twilight Zone when they left the sub. It's the only way this made a lick of sense.

"Who are you, and what have you done with Lulu?" he squinted, playfully so, but smiled shortly after. "Kidding." but only a little.

Killian stepped closer and set the meteorite's case down on the nearest flat surface.

"Ideally, my problems end once I've claimed Deoxys as my own." then he'd have power. The power needed to protect Alexandra Briarwood. To ensure that Lulu, Cillian Quinn, Kaito, or anyone else that tried to hurt who he loved, never did so twice.

"But I do love a good mystery, and whatever twisted Sootopolis around has my interest."

"I'm here to help you, Lulu. Tell me what you need."

They'd done this before.

His neck throbbed.

Lulu Flint

"When it comes to me, you normally have a stick up your ass is all."

A large one that he'd help put there admittedly. Still didn't change anything, though.

"I guess we'll have to ask it then." he smiled and followed her eyes to the case. Time to test the waters.

Thankfully, Beheeyem was one of the Pokemon he kept on him. You never know when you might need to erase or modify someone's memory. Releasing the two he carried from their Poke Balls, Killian opened the briefcase.

Sitting on its velvet cousins, the meteorite fragment looked almost unimportant, not a vital piece of a puzzle Killian had been desperate to solve.

Cautious, the admin stepped back and motioned for the Pokemon to examine the meteorite. Both Beheeyem floated forward, a series of beeps and clicks audible in the air. As they examined the rock, suspending it between them with Psychic power, Killian glanced to Lulu.

"Thank you." he says it like he's sharing a secret.

Now...they waited.

Lulu Flint