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[attr="class","illie i"]playing with a poketoy has slowly become part of her routine. it's hard not to, really, what with the floating invisible child on the other end of the toy.

and fortunately for mew, illeana has enough toys to keep it entertained for a lifetime. unfortunately for illeana, her other fur babies don't appreciate their toys being taken.

she wiggles the toy a little more, circling it around what she assumes is mew's head before the toy dips suddenly and it's yanked from her fingers. an excited mewl follows and she's smiling a little wider. now that mew has the toy, she's able to greet their guest a little more professionally. their last encounter was anything but and she feels faint reminders even in the comfort of her lab. curious but not surprising.

"thank you for coming," she murmurs, pushing out of her chair to wander over to him. if he stares a little longer at her desk, he'll see the toy begin to wiggle on its own.

he's expectant and she can't exactly blame him. it is a bit of an odd summons with the poketoy and all...

"what do you know about the mother of pokemon?" an easy question to start, if only because she wants to pick his brain a little with intrusive fingers before diving into her requests.

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illie i"]she observes him for a moment. the way brows crinkle and eyes narrow. he's looking for something, perhaps. a clue as to what is on the other end of the poketoy. and if she weren't enjoying him grasping at straws, she might just tell him.

instead, she turns and drifts back to her desk. the poketoy stills, a barely audible mewl follows, and then it resumes twirling about.

"do they actually err on the extreme side? or do we fool ourselves into thinking as such?" her head turns, then, to stare at him over her shoulder. a beckoning, maybe, to come closer.

"one would say the deities of alola have extreme legends surrounding them," she murmurs. a pause, if only to gently prod at the poketoy with her fingers. it moves a little more beneath her touch, as if tugged away before she can take it back. mew's possessive of its borrowed toys, unfortunately. "or the legends from hoenn itself. even sinnoh's mythos are surrounded with the same magnitude." it's what makes them legendary, perhaps.

or cursed.

she settles hips onto the corner of her desk, arms bracing on each side.

"yes, it is." she highly doubts the mythical pokemon would reveal itself to him. if dahlia goode couldn't see it, fernando couldn't. and yet, she flashes a smile anyway.

"i'm going to collect its dna and i would like help with the analysis."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illie i"]ah, a wise choice.

for as smart as fernando silph is, he would lose in this instance. this is her domain, her subjects, her world. any other place and he'd certainly best her but not today, not here.

her smile is bright, bordering affectionate, when it spreads a little wider.

"perfect, thank you," her hips push off the desk and she's shifting back to where mew lays. the cat toy wiggles every now and then but it stills at her approach. a mewl follows. the scientist reaches a hand out and seemingly pets air, despite the very soft fur feeling beneath her fingertips.

"could you gather supplies for the slides? everything should be in that drawer," she gestures toward the counter and the labeled drawers beneath it. she'll take care of distracting mew long enough to pluck some hairs from its body. that, honestly, should be the hardest part. she refuses to extract blood from the cute little angel so hair roots will have to do for now.

her voice drops to a hushed tone, a hand reaching to pluck the cat toy from grabby little hands.

"i need a quick favor, little one," she coos. a mewl follows and the cay toy tugs away from her grasp. maybe if she simply plays, she'll have better luck...

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illie i"]while he busies himself with gathering the requested supplies, she faces the monumental task of getting mew to cooperate.

it's a difficult little bugger, sometimes... the cat toy shifts further from her fingers and she's heaving out a soft sigh. this won't be easy, unfortunately.

and when he returns to her side, he'll find her wrestling with a cat toy, nose wrinkled up in frustration.

"mew, please," is grumbled out softly under her breath.

she doesn't want to have to hold the mythical down but... that might become the only option. mew lets out a playful squeal and the cat toy wiggles furiously in its little invisible grasp.

her hands rise, then, and she's shifting to the offensive. maybe tickling it would help? it'd be easier if the little angel would reveal itself but apparently it's shy? she wiggles the fingers on one hand until she feels the sensation of fur against fingertips. and then, she's pouncing on the opportunity with one hand tickling and the other moving to gently hold mew into place.

"tweezers," she murmurs, casting a quick glance in fernando's direction. "i have to pull some hair. please hold still... it'll only take a minute."

a mewl follows and she's flashing an apologetic smile.

"i'll give you a treat when i'm done, i promise."

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illie i"]her smile is grateful when she gingerly takes the tweezers from his outstretched hands. if fingers brush, she pays it no mind.

no, she's too focused on this seemingly monumental task.

"hold. still," she puffs out softly, grasp tightening slightly. and without thinking much of it, she's glancing back toward fernando with a serious look.

"try to wiggle the cat toy, please." a distraction is, admittedly, necessary. mew is squirming beneath her fingers and if it slips out, she's certain she'll end up searching all over the lab for it...

FERNANDO SILPH

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[attr="class","illie i"]the toy wiggles and she feels muscles flex beneath her grasp. a moment later, a telltale mewl gives her a small window of opportunity.

"a little," she murmurs, the admittance soft, almost insecure. she quickly snuffs it out with movement from her hand.

the tweezers creep in and she's plucking what she assumes to be little hair follicles from mew's tail. can you see the hair if mew's invisible? no idea.

the mythical is distracted enough, sure, but that doesn't stop the slight whine it lets out.

"petri dish, please," her tone says hurry. the hand holding onto mew slowly begins rubbing small circles into air. pink mist slowly begins to swirl off her fingers in wisps until mew's discomfort is evaporating and it's back to wiggling at the cat toy.

FERNANDO SILPH