Signing up for search and rescue as a kind and generous, law-abiding citizen was all too easy when the League was desperate for extra hands. She didn't mind the opportunity either, as it opened up alleys for smuggling and for extra money in her pocket courtesy of the League's generosity.

The only downside? It was cold as tits outside, and that was the whole reason they needed help. Many Pokemon were being displaced and freezing to death trying to seek shelter. And, while it was convenient for her to smuggle a couple under her skirts and pretend they'd gone missing or perished, the fact of the matter was, she still had to keep the ones she wanted alive.

Remi glances over her shoulder and does a double-take, one because she notices he's staring at her, and again because she notes the earrings he's wearing. She frowns, stares at him quizzically.

"Nah, not really. I'm two-timing these suckers."

She gestures with her chin, then flicks at her own earlobes.

"You should take those suckers out if they're metal. They'll give ya frostbite if it gets cold enough."

For good measure, she pulls her hood over her head to keep her own ears warm. Just looking at him like that made her even colder.

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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Two-timing the League, not Rocket. Not yet, anyway. At least, she didn't have any plans to do such a thing. She was a criminal, a Pokemon smuggler, a poacher. She was bad news, with a bad reputation in specific circles. Fortunately, she was mostly a nobody in Hoenn, and she'd found her trainer identification and had flown under the radar.

"Why? You lookin' for work, kid?"

She sizes him up for a moment, considering. Sharing the cash pool was never really something she was altogether thrilled about, but extra hands were never something to sniff at. Chances are, with his help, they could bring in more Pokemon than she could all by herself - and even offering him a portion of the cut would still give her more than what she expected.

"Sure. But if shit goes sideways, I don't know you from Adam."

She then inclines her head, directing his attention to the huddle of people and Pokemon in the pop-up tents up ahead. There is a warm glow from a portable heater, and the rumble of a vehicle approaching leaves her grinning. This would be easier than she thought. All they had to do was load up the truck with Pokemon, the heater, and a few blankets for themselves, and these Pokemon headed to Lavaridge would easily go missing.

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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She struck a chord. She could see it in the tiny little fire behind his eyes and the absence of noise after her statement. He was considering his options, calculcating the distance between his fist and her face -- or maybe that was all her.

"Cool."

Remi side-eyes him and his neck-cracking display. His indifferent, cold attitude also amuses her, indicative by the sharp exhale of air through her nose and the uplift of her lips in a smirk.

"You betcha, neck-snapper."

She winks and steps away from him to approach and disappear into the first tent. Inside are a huddle of Bulbasaur, led by one aggressive, desperate Ivysaur trying to keep his herd in line. They're all weak and frostbitten, their mottled skin pale and splotchy.

"Pop the trunk, Jenkins. We'll put the turnips in the back closest to the front of the truck. They look like they need the heat."

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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He's right about a lot of those things, but hey, at least she's good at her job.

With a lazy glance over her shoulder at the sound of his voice, she finishes sizing up the aggressive Ivysaur. She scoffs, because his question and his scowl are indicative of his distaste for her. That's okay too, she didn't come here to be liked. And frankly, the less people liked her, the more interesting they were and the more fun it was to get under their skin.

In this case, though, she meant business, and sitting around waving her dick in the snowstorm hoping to get some attention wasn't worth putting her potential stock at risk.

"Yeah, I always have a plan."

And her plan comes in the shape of two dizzy Spinda at her heels. They cling to either calf of hers, and even though she looks completely stupid waddling forward, the teddy bears work hard to put the Ivysaur to sleep with their combined HYPNOSIS. Slowly but surely, the Ivysaur begins to blink slower and the angry snarl across its face slides right off. It crumbles to the ground, fast asleep.

"Now hurry up and let's get these Bulbasaur moved."

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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Motherhood was awkward and messy. Period. The fact he was holding back laughter only meant she was absolutely crushing it.

Remi glances back at him in his fit of noisy laughter. Thankfully, her Spinda are able to keep the Ivysaur from waking. One raised eyebrow stares back at him and his ever-so-helpful suggestion.

"Oh baby, I'm practiced."

She leans down and hooks a baby Spinda's paw in her hand, easily lifting the bear up and onto her shoulder. The other one continues to hold onto her calf, stepping on her foot and maintaining perfect balance. It even puts its thumb in its mouth and stares back at Elliott cutely.

"Yeah, blankets are up front. They're mostly for us, but if the Bulbasaur are still shivering in like five minutes when we're about to leave, maybe we should cover them up. Just means we might have to cuddle up."

Remi offers him a lopsided smirk, cheeky in its intent. She lifts two Bulbasaur into her armpits, thumb stroking tired, sleepy faces.

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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Shut up, Elliott, they're downright adorable.

Remi squints momentarily at the scrutinizing stare he offers her babies, but says nothing. There are more important matters, like the fact they need to hit the road before the weather worsened and the roads were impossible to navigate safely. Not that it would stop her, she'd still drive like a crazy person.

It's called confidence, sweetie.

Remi does a double-take, however, at Elliott's sudden change in attitude.

"I don't see any other warm bodies around, do you?"

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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She had been teasing, but now that his entire posture and body language had changed into something uncomfortable, awkward, and downright hilarious to watch. It takes all of her strength to keep from breaking character and bursting into laughter.

His stuttering encourages her to continue her assault, but before she could, he stomps his way to the truck. The slamming door is telling, and she snorts out loud and shakes her head. She takes her time making sure everyone is strapped in and prepared for the trip before slamming the truck door and heading around to the front.

She has every intention of hopping into the driver's seat unless Elliott has done so already.

"Someone's in a hurry. Are you cold already?"

mission: cold caravan

Elliott Jenkins

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