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POSTED ON Mar 4, 2019 10:57:46 GMT

a slim needle had been plunged into her flesh - a small dosage of drugs meant to inhibit her mind administered by what appeared to be a man with a set of unremarkable features.

'where am i?'

the question swam within her head as she lay sprawled upon a thin mattress. the material the bed was composed of was hard, lumpy and reeking of something she couldn't describe.

"butterfree," she murmured. "beautifly."

she spoke the names of her pokemon, hoping that her mind would eventually clear if she focused on something. cait recited her companion's names over and over again to ward off sleep as well, listing everyone of them off several times over to herself.

"spewpa. deerling. salandit. my babies," she slurred.

it took some hours but eventually she'd be able to stand and assess her immediate surroundings. she had been placed in a cell, it seemed, its floor cold and hard and its bars slightly rusted.

"i barely even remember how i got here," she whispered. "i think i was... i was with someone and then we - "

she trembled and approached the bars of her prison, gripping them and straining her eyes as she peered past them. cait was made immediately aware of the cell adjacent to her own - but it was positively drenched in shadow, and she couldn't tell if anyone was contained within.

'it looks like a jail,' she thought.

a jail that had been lazily re-purposed to imprison whomever rocket got their hands on.

'gods. i can't believe i ended up here.'

she tested the bars and the lock and found that they were both frightfully solid despite the rust.

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POSTED ON Mar 9, 2019 23:23:58 GMT

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sergeant alfric spent too much time in slateport. her previous adventures into the ruined city had proved fruitful. her little escapade inside the hospital with arian coin had rewarded her with some mysterious medicine. naturally, she's bound to return for more and with it comes another exposure to danger.

it only takes one instance to spell disaster.

she's left to her own devices, lost in her own thoughts as minutes become hours. no reaction is immediate and it takes time for enw to spread, for gossip to cycle through rocket's grapevine. but it does spread. all it takes is for it to pass the wrong lips, into the wrong ears, to spell a disaster of equal magnitude.

the elite four initiative took forever to set up and take off. he will not allow it to falter now. the mission to relieving sergeant alfric is a private one—taken in secret and handled before even the league gets a handle for what's truly occurred.

another half a day passes and cait will find herself pestered by something in the darkness. what she can make out is a red strip that seems to sift through the cell, mid-air.

"kec?"

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2019 4:55:55 GMT

she returned to her pathetic excuse for a bed after her initial examination of her cell's exterior, visibly downtrodden as she cycled through idea after idea. she doubted any would bear fruit, of course, but kept thinking nonetheless.

'i've got nothing else to do aside from that.'

there was a chance that her being missing had been reported through the proper channels; but she feared they wouldn't consider her retrieval to be at all worth it. and cait was left with the sickening thought that perhaps she'd be left to her fate because of her lack of value.

"i wish i could break out of this place with my own bare hands."

she raised her hands and peered at them before they curled into tight fists.

'i could pray - but i - '

"...!"

cait's head snapped up in response to the mysterious pokemon's utterance. she'd glimpse a sliver of red and stare at it for a moment or two before standing once she was certain it was real.

"kecleon? i - i think? it's tongue?"

was it a rocket-affiliated pokemon? she wasn't at all sure, but she braved approaching it.

"hello?"

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POSTED ON Mar 12, 2019 5:53:00 GMT

"kec!"

invisibility fades into reality as the pokemon reveals itself. the red line is none other than the distinctive strip across its belly, unable to blend in with COLOR CHANGE alone. it takes a truly skill CAMOUFLAGE to work around the striking weakness, one it does well in almost any other environment. the darkness may dim visibility but the stark crimson stick out among the cold, grey prison.

the kecleon gives cait a prompt salute before fading back into nothingness, blending into the dark sans the small line it can never truly diminish. all she can make out is that the kecleon is leaving her again, stripe bobbing as it plods off back into the darkness.

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time is her worse enemy. the labyrinth of slateport's ruins proves a task to manage. even if the kecleon reports back, fernando has to not only navigate the terrain and buildings but do it while maintaining a low profile. it takes him almost half an hour, rounding up the pokemon he had dispatched to spread out to search for her whereabouts.

she'll hear him coming down the stairs and into the makeshift prison, clunky steps against tarnished stone. he approaches her cell clad in full rocket garb, only his piercing gaze showing any sort of familiarity.

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POSTED ON Mar 12, 2019 7:54:01 GMT

she had been forced to wait for a considerable chunk of time - left alone to mutter quietly to herself as she lay curled upon her bed. cait decided against pacing or moving excessively, having only stirred from her position to make use of the cold, steel toilet that had been placed for the convenience of someone being held prisoner. it made for unpleasant business, but she was thankful she could - at the very least - relieve herself in a sanitary fashion.

'i'm thirsty,' she thought. 'hungry, too.'

she hadn't been fed nor watered for the duration of her stay; and she feared that she had somehow been forgotten - but the strange pokemon whom had appeared in her cell early on gave her some semblance of hope.

"maybe i'll get some help."

cait closed her eyes and dozed before opening them to the sight of someone situated before her cell. she blinked, fearing that it was little more than a dream - or worse - a rocket. their recognizable black garb caused her to sit up, a deep scowl tugging at the corners of her lips as she began to speak.

"you - you - "

she stopped and blinked once - twice - three times.

"s-sir? is that - is that you?"

cait remained upon her bed, her voice small yet brimming with a desperate sort of hope.

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POSTED ON Mar 15, 2019 5:16:11 GMT

"keep quiet and stand back. we'll have you out of there soon, alfric."

the voice is familiar in sound but not tone. the hushed, seriousness of it betrays his image. this is not a man who prides himself in being bold and firm, but one that deals with having to circumvent all obstacles with caution and planning.

a pokeball is produced and what comes forth is a gliscor. it can fly without sound but opening the prison in the same manner will prove impossible. still, it's his best bet considering the other pokemon he has on them. those that power their way through will cause too much of a ruckus.

"cut he bars open." the pokemon eagerly snaps its pincers in elation until he reprimands it, "quietly."

each claw acts like a GUILLOTINE as the pokemon snaps each bar clean off. the pieces of rusted iron fall on the floor with a clamor but otherwise they make little noise. relatively. time is still not on their side and fernando's privy to making headway on their escape.

"do you know where your pokemon are?"

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POSTED ON Mar 15, 2019 5:32:56 GMT

"i think they're somewhere around here, actually."

they had removed cait's belt prior to her being escorted to her cramped cell, the strip of fine leather possessing no less than six capsules. she worried if they had been stolen away entirely, but she had a vague idea of where they may have been stashed away. if she was lucky, the lot of them would be here and no where else.

'i don't think i'll ever find them if they aren't.'

her desire to locate her companions caused her to take the initiative, emerge from her cell and immediately begin her search. training allowed for her to move silently, the young woman determined to take back what belonged to her without attracting any unwanted attention. at the end of the tiny stretch of hall appeared to be an open office of sorts, a slumbering rocket lounging upon a wooden chair with his legs propped up on a table as he snored loudly.

'let's hope he stays that way.'

at his feet was her stolen belt and pokeballs, the girl breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of them.

"i can grab them," she whispered, glancing at her superior.

she crept forward, the young woman surprisingly efficient at the art of stealth as she patiently approached the rocket as well as her items. it'd take her a minute of two, but she'd manage it; the belt hastily looped around her waist and secured with a quiet click as the buckle locked.

"... mm?"

the rocket stirred and released a quiet snort as he began to mumble something nonsensical.

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POSTED ON Mar 16, 2019 7:29:19 GMT

there's no stopping her. fernando doesn't even attempt it. instead, he follows, willing to fill in any gaps that she cannot. watching her move shows a desperation that he can sympathize with. for cait, it's out of concern for his pokemon. for him, it's the nakedness he feels when vulnerable. pokemon mean different thing for different people but neither can afford to go without.

fernando doesn't have the gall to stop her. instead, he readies his own pokeball. while cait may prefer the pacifist route, fernando is anything but. never leave loose ends. the moment cait is out of the direct line of fire, fernando brings out his magneton.

"THUNDER WAVE," is commanded the moment the pokemon materializes. an electromagnetic wave pulses from the pokemon, hitting the waking rocket member and leaving him paralyzed. he can barely let out a grunt before his nerves tighten up and he's left motionless, unable to close his mouth in a way to enunciate his words. his body collapses to the floor, twitching as his muscles spasm.

"that'll buy us some time. now's the time to go."

he turns, preferring to keep his two pokemon out.

"i hope you're ready."

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POSTED ON Mar 17, 2019 14:41:03 GMT

cait stares at the twitching rocket for a moment.

"yeah."

she nods and reaches to pluck up two capsules, her fingers gently pressing against their temporary release mechanisms. her espeon and leafeon appeared from their respective pokeballs, their prominent ears twitching as their pupiless eyes shifted to assess their dimly lit surroundings.

"i'm ready," she said.

it wasn't a terribly difficult task leaving the building that had formerly contained her; but making their way through the taken slateport would prove difficult. the gym leader craned her neck and longingly peered up at the open sky, then.

"my flygon's in bad shape, sir."

in hindsight, she should have brought two fliers as opposed to one. and she hated to bring her folly to light, but she doubted concealing the truth from the man would do her any good.

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POSTED ON Jun 14, 2019 8:36:34 GMT

"unfortunate."

fernando returns his magneton, no longer requiring a pokemon to handle people in close confines. out here, in the empty ruins of what used to be slateport, he can start with their escape. and, as coincidence would have it, he's equipped with the very pokemon cait can't use.

"but i have mine."

three pokeballs are hastily brought out: flygon, ditto, mimikyu. it doesn't take much to turn that into three flygons. between the TRANSFORM and COPYCAT, the duo are surrounded by a set of flying pokemon. each one has no problem navigating the vicious SANDSTORM that whips up from their take off.

they make it out with ease—they will not have her today.