and here is a prime example of just how many dangers lurk in this region. the trainer with his ultra beast manage to pummel any of the fucking morons who want their go at something alien. ari watches, nonplussed, as trainer after trainer fall in defeat. 

still, she marvels, for all his courage all it would take is a single moment's surprise to end him. her training has taught her to overcome obstacles, not quake in her boots before them. and as such, she must be knowledgeable about her targets. 

not that killian decker is a target, per se, but he is certainly a person of intrigue.

allrianne abandons her sunny spot on the grass. she dusts her skirt off and checks the love balls at her hip. and then she crosses the road, following trainer and pokemon in their hunt. 

"is it boredom that brings you to a place like this? or something else?" she says as she lopes up to and beside him.

Killian Decker

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the beast certainly is a sight for sore eyes. it could have her dead in a split second - a fully realized person in one moment, a splatter of guts and broken bones and a whole lot of blood the next. the thought makes her lips curl, makes her step bounce just a bit. there it is. the rush of serotonin. the adrenaline. walking the line, the precipice between life and death. 

and he, killian, with his hand on his beast, complacent. she's seen it far too many times. how often they forget how human they are. fragile little things. dainty little things. 

"agent adler," she says. "you've probably perused my dossier. i, on the other hand, have studied yours quite thoroughly." she clasps her hands behind her back and walks on with a hum. 

Killian Decker

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she watches his face intently, but nothing gives him away. which doesn't surprise her. he's not rocket's prestigious spymaster for nothing. still, she doesn't miss the readjustment of his hand. her lips purse. 

"flattered," she says with a grin. "i've had targets on my back before, but i certainly don't like it when the odds stacked against me." no, she's not here for any funny business. she's here to put a little worm in his ear, a twittering birdie on his shoulder. 

"i've only just arrived," she continues. "posted up in some dingy hotel in rustboro. but i hear you're always looking to expand your network, and you should be. a spiderweb is a powerful thing." but it's delicate. one clumsy stumble and the whole thing comes crashing down. 

/

speaking of spiderwebs, her spinarak skulks above them, scuttling from tree to tree some distance away. she will come when called, of course, but for now she lazily spins through the branches. while she does so, she spies a glinting pokemon that she's sure will catch her master's interest. 

she stalks in carefully and when she strikes, she does so quickly. sticky web immobilizes the chimecho and it wobbles as its levitation fails it. the spinarak tugs and the web still connecting them draws it nearer, to the waiting points of her pin missile.

she punctures its hide several times over until the pokemon's body relaxes and it completely falls to the floor. 

ravnica wraps it thrice over and scuttles back to the fringing treeline, where her master still converses with the boy and his beast. 

/

"but look at me and my assumptions." she tilts her head. when ravnica emerges, a body bag behind her, she takes one of the empty love balls on her person and drops it on the webbing.

Killian Decker
capture attempt chimecho!

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ravnica shakes off the rest of the webbing from herself and scuttles to allrianne's side. her spindly legs wrap around the woman's legs, but allrianne's steps do not falter. she keeps her stride as the spider climbs aboard and settles itself like a backpack upon her shoulders. its large eyes sidle to the nightmarish creature beside them and it chitters softly in her ear.

"i'm not a jack of all trades," she admits. "in a head-to-head altercation, i will be overpowered. on the warfront, i will be useless. i'm laughable undercover." she reaches up and rights her cap. a thin piece of metal slips out into her waiting palm. but she does not twirl on the man beside her, nor the beast that looms above her. 

instead, she steps neatly in front of them and exhales. spindly legs press against her shoulder, extend to the better part of her forearm, and then the small kunai flies forward. 

a jynx that had just shuffled into view screeches as its eye is impaled. blood spurts onto the road and it reaches up to claw at the object in its face. 

"but i am the best at what i do," she says. "extermination. culling. crippling. formulation and execution. you want something removed from the equation? consider it done." 

Killian Decker
skipping

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with the show complete, ravnica draws her legs back in, nestling and clinging to allrianne's back like a budding tumor. the spider's light enough that she almost doesn't notice her weight. only the way her jacket bunches, drawing at the sides.

the jynx manages to claw the kunai from its eye by the time both trainers pass it. and it looks up with anger, as though to strike, but killian's ultra beast is enough to startle the pokemon into submission. it shuffles back, tripping away from the danger that walks this path. 

the rotom phone peaks her interest. she's never had need for one. most of her hits are solo - less variables that way. but they're supposedly incredibly useful on jobs where hacked frequencies are an obstacle. 

she allows herself a smug grin. "i go where i need to be." she side-eyes him. "is this an offer then?"

Killian Decker
catching solosis eventually

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