with the three of them gathered it was time for the meeting. "you can come out now," zenji spoke to his the star of the show. the pink specimen would emerge from its elusive form. manifesting at the center of the trio.

raising a pokedex before the pokemon, he would proceed to scan it. "it's officially within our records now." turning to the women, "you wouldn't believe me if i told you how we met, but..." he'd look to the pokemon, "it's the actual "hypothetical" mother of all pokemon." mew would come to exam the newcomers before it. proceeding to greet the women.

"i'm not fully sure on its reasoning for following me. but i don't think it's a coincidence for mew to be showing itself to me, led alone you two." the pokemon wouldn't budge when he tried to show it to dahlia goode back in her office. it made him look like a crazy person, which he didn't exactly care. "but it willingly showed itself to you two."

he didn't expect for the mythical pokemon to unveil itself so easily. zenji thought he'd have to bribe it or something. was there something different about these two compared to the commissioner? "it's like a bipolar child honestly. but, for now, i wanted to share this discovery amongst the three of us." zenji would come to take a seat nearby. proceeding to type excessively upon his computer while they got acquainted with the pokemon.

illeana reyes , Eva Morales

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[attr="class","illie b"]

[attr="class","illie i"]"hey," she flashes a small smile, genuine and warm. "i have! i hope you've both been well." her eyes dart between the two scientists for a moment before settling on zenji. the time for small talk passes, ushering promptly into the reason for a summons.

confusion etches onto her features at zenji's beginning statement for their makeshift meeting. come out...? what?

and then, pink enters her vision and the gasp that escapes is audible. the form itself falls into a category that bothers her: familiar yet foreign. reminiscent of faded artwork in old books, stuffed away in a corner of her office with the rest of her unfinished projects.

whatever artwork was collected from ancestors of regions past certainly do not do mew justice.

and somehow, she feels a swell of accomplishment settle in her chest. knowing it exists, knowing it's not just a silly old fable... the driving reason behind her original internship with silph co. and her previous position with the league floats before them now. she never thought she'd live to see this day but now that she has, little will top it.

her smile is fond as she observes mew's interactions with eva. before long, it's her turn and she extends a gentle hand to the pink creature. it stares, blinking, and she blinks back. a mewl escapes before the mythical creature takes a moment to wiggle each of her fingers around. soon, it grows bored of that and resorts to fiddling with her hair.

"i suppose we'll find out soon," her attention shifts toward zenji. if there's anything she's learned about the subjects of legends, there's always a greater plan at play. fate ties red strings around each of their fingers, tethering them to mew's little hands and each other. "i have to admit, though... this little cutie had always been a pipedream of mine while growing up. thank you," a pause, a swallow. "for including us in this. it means a lot!" the myth of the original pokemon... it kept her going, kept her hungry for more knowledge and opportunities.

zenji jabami Eva Morales