Remi huffs, but this time, there is genuine, frustrated amusement behind the noise. With a roll of her eyes, she leans back in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest. She gives off the energy of a pouting child, in some manner.

Fortunately, their useless direction of conversation switches back to something of more substance. She glances back, gaze sharp and dark, hungry in their pursuit of information. She sees something in his expression before he even opens his mouth.

He knows something.

"Well, these legendary Pokemon are capable of choosing more than one person, aren't they?"

She had heard rumor of Darkrai being bonded to both the big boss man and some scientist lady. The one who had death-gripped her tequila at the Halloween party.

"But I don't know for sure if he was an avatar, it was just something he was very passionate about."

Deep down though, she knows he must have been. To be that close to a legendary Pokemon.. they must have had a bond.

"You've seen the Reshiram? Where?"

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Well, at least one piece of information she'd plucked had been the truth. These legendary beings could pick more than one host.

Host, because the thought of their bond gave her the impression of a parasite as opposed to a partner. Call her pessimistic.

"If it's a dragon, and it's white, it's probably a Reshiram."

But her eyes narrow and she leans forward, mouth dry with anticipation.

"A defector? Who?"

Was this defector responsible for murdering her brother? Was he involved in some way?

Cillian Quinn

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Finally.

She had a name. And even better yet, she'd soon realize, was that this Kingsman was a ranger. Unfortunately for the kid, it would look really fucking bad. Her brother, a ranger, murdered in cold blood by another ranger? Made to look like an accident, or a setup, an ambush by people dressed in bizarre clothing?

The woman's eyes flash at Gavin's warning and the reasoning that follows.

"I've heard whispers from loose lips. Do you have something planned if you get your hands on these avatars?"

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Cute as he was, the intensity of his stare and the pressure he puts on his elbows as he leans in makes her feel like squirming. She doesn't, because she's held her own against gang leaders and the head of the rangers back in Sinnoh-- but still.

"People talk, my dear, you can't stop idle chatter on the entire submarine unless you plan on sound-proofing every single room on the boat. Or cast a silencing spell, but I don't think you or I believe in magic."

Information came to those who kept their eyes bright and their tails bushy. Remi, in particular, was quite investigative and persistent. Where people were whispering, she was listening.

"Sorry to burst your bubble."

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"I mean, I agree with you there, boss, but maybe you should be concerned with how thin these walls are."

He flicks his wrist and a breath of miasma gasps at the bend. She raises a brow and purses a lip, but his little display doesn't convince her. That wasn't magic, that was just a gift granted by a God, a boon, or a curse. She didn't particularly find Pokemon all that magical, nor the Gods.

"Like I said, it's a rumor. All I heard was the term 'MAGMA'. Figured it must be something big if no one knows what it means."

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"Sure."

She wasn't here to argue. She was just here for answers, and clearly she wasn't getting them. That was fine, understandable, even. Who was she, after all, but a woman on a rage bender because her brother had died? She was putting her hand in the vipers pit both hoping to get bit while also hoping the venom wouldn't affect her.

"Glad to hear it, boss. I look forward to see where your plans take us."

She rises to stand, ignoring the Sylveon that jumps up on his lap. If he had nothing more to say, she'd exit his office.

Cillian Quinn

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