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POSTED ON Sept 29, 2018 7:13:27 GMT

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These memories
Mean nothing to me
Just salt in the wound

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]It had been a long time since she set foot here.

Vera stood before the Mossdeep Space Center, completely at awe of the building. She could recall being small, way small, and dreaming of reaching the stars. With grubby little fingers, she had reached for the fake glow-in-the-dark stickers on her kiddie room ceiling. This was, of course, before she found out how damn expensive and long it took to study for such a career. Plus, while she may have been active as a kid, she wasn’t athletically-gifted.

And she definitely couldn’t consider herself healthy now. Sighing, she brought a deathstick up to her lips, turning her head slightly. Her faithful and spoiled little baby, a Salandit named Selene, was draped over her shoulders like a scarf, and responded quickly to the gesture by puffing out some embers, igniting the cigarette. She stroked its head lovingly, earning an almost purr-like noise from the pokemon.

Vera Larch did not smoke often. Drinking was her forte because drinking meant having fun, feeling good, and forgetting the bad; smoking meant business and smelling like a noir stereotype. But to be fair, some people considered smelling like booze to be worse. Vera couldn’t really disagree with them.

Humming, the cigarette balanced between her lips, she pulled out her phone and tapped away. They told her that the assignment was basically to watch out for intruders, kick ass, and don’t ask questions. The first two she could do easily, the last maybe not. She was a curious one after all, and the projects of a space station were a tantalizing enigma.

She would have to deal with that later. Her fingers plucked the cigarette from her mouth and she blew out a small, steady stream of smoke, looking out to the desolate center entrance. The real hustle and bustle was happening inside, and she could see all those frantic scientists and employees running about from beyond the glass doors. Before she could join them, she had to wait for company.

It wasn’t that said company was late; Vera was just an early person by nature -- An alcoholic, yes, but not an unprofessional one. For this assignment, she was told to expect a gym leader. Convenient, she supposed, but even if it weren’t an established trainer, she didn’t doubt her ability to hold the fort. Her pokemon were well-trained and she was not new to dealing with overgrown brats.

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Ah, Mossdeep City. Yuki grinned to his partner Pokemon a Delibird named Feathers. The female Delibird waddled beside him. "So Feathers what do ya think of Mossdeep City?" Yuki asked his partner as he kept walking towards the Space Center. Feathers just blandly squaked, she didn't seem to care, due to that Yuki smirked and shrugged, Feathers always had been uncaring about most things. He looked towards the Space Center, he never could get used to looking at it every time he came to Mosdeep. Yuki wondered why they couldn't get the Mosdeep Gym Leader to do this instead of him. Yuki shrugged to himself, not as if it mattered he agreed to help so he would.

He stopped at the doors on the outside of the Space Station, he saw a woman there she had blonde hair. Feathers squaked indignantly at the woman. His brushed his right hand through his long black hair, this would be his partner for today. To be honest he was expecting some wet behind the ears kid, not someone around his age."Yo, you're the person the Leauge assigned me to partner with today." Yuki pretty much stated instead of asking it was kind of obvious to him. "The names Yuki Kohaku, I'm the Gym Leader of Dewford City" Yuki introduced himself with a toothy grin, which showed off his pearly white teeth. He had practiced and stated that line so many times to challengers to his Gym, so it came out as quite forced.

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POSTED ON Sept 29, 2018 17:27:10 GMT

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]She continued to smoke, standing by the entrance and thinking, occasionally giving Selene some attention – the Salandit didn’t like being ignored, but she was less prone to mischief when there wasn’t any competition around. With her hand brushing the pokemon’s small chin, Vera’s eyes were trained off to the surroundings of the space center, wondering if the suspected intruders would be emerging before they could head inside.

Footsteps. She turned her head immediately, shoulders tensing. There was a man coming towards her, a very… odd man accompanied by a Delibird. She didn’t so much as flinch when the bird squawked, somehow already put off by her presence, but her Selene was quick to retaliate with pushing forward from her shoulder and loudly hissing, small embers puffing from her jaws. Her trainer cooed and pacified her with headpats, ushering her back to draping over her shoulders.

She blinked as the stranger was quick to introduce himself, extinguishing her fears to some degree. This was her partner for the assignment? Her gaze inspected him, trailing from his hair to his shoes and back again a few more times.

It seemed he was the blunt, to-the-point type, and maybe a dash of Captain Obvious. She snorted, using the hand that wasn’t holding the cigarette to hold her hip as she regarded him with a look. “And what makes you think I don't work here? Don’t I look the part?” She gestured sarcastically to the standard white lab coat draped over her form, which she only wore for the sake of formality. It was apparent by the fact underneath it she had a red sweater dress that stopped just above the knees, that weren’t exactly atypical or practical for actual lab work.

She directed her attention back to him. “So you're a gym leader. Do you have ID? Not to be that gal or anything, but you look more like a rockstar.” She gestured over her visage. “Ya got shit on your face.”

The Salandit grinned. Vera chuckled and waved her hand. “Relax, I’m not asking you for a badge. We’re here to work together, yeah?” She turned and took a few steps to reach a nearby trashcan. She put out the cigarette on its lip, before depositing it promptly and turning her heel to face him again. “It’s Vera. Scientist of… wherever the League decides to toss my ass, I guess.” She scoffed.

Turning to the space center’s massive glass doors, she gestured with red manicured nails as she strode on. “Come on, come on, we’ve got work to do, rockstar. Our post is inside, and I don’t know the details yet, but we shouldn’t just loiter.”

She entered, and as the glass doors parted, it seemed no one was there to welcome them. The employees were frantic, running about to get tasks done. "Receptionist might know where we're supposed to keep guard. I think it was supposed to be somewhere leading to the basement, but the orders were vague. Typical." There was a line. Some visitors seemed lost as well, and weren't comprehending the instuctions the exasperated receptionist was trying to provide. To pass the time, Vera continued with the chat.

"So, how is it? Being the Dewford gym leader, that is. Never been to Dewford, but apparently it's pretty sunny. Your Delibird might have a hard time."

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