Advancing toward the aisle that seemed to house the strange clicking noise, the footsteps of the supermodel would become louder as the blue and golden rugs under her boots would switch into that of hard, ornate tile. However, as she would peek down the aisle nothing would be able to be seen that would give a clue explicitly- the clicking was still present, but it sounded much fainter than it did beforehand in the other rows of books. "Heliodor, scan the bottom rows of books and look for something out of the ordinary," Cordelia would pat on the forehead of the electric-type as she spoke, "there has to be something here." Allowing the roly-poly Pokemon to hop down from her shoulder and onto the floor of the observatory, Cordelia would begin to run her fingers against the expanse of books that stretched before her eyes, pushing small lines through the dust as if she were a vehicle plowing through sand; some of the books appeared as if they were centuries old, and others appeared to be modern and recently added to these shelves. With the force of her hands moving across the rows of blue and gold tomes of knowledge, each book would slightly shift and fall toward the one on its side, as if they were compressed dominoes. However, a singular book appeared to not do so; it was solid as a rock, and upon touching the spine with her fingers it felt as if the clicking resonated from within the artificial pages. "Togedemaru!" she would exclaim in a whisper to direct the pokemon's attention toward her, his eyes bouncing from the other direction with extreme haste. The electric type would run toward his trainer and would begin to climb up her body, bouncing up the edge of her purse before making one last leap of great power before landing on the top of her head.

While going unnoticed, the leap that the Togedemaru took off of the surface of his trainer's purse was much more powerful than anticipated, as it caused a shift on the side of the faux-leather and caused a tiny object to fall out of the previously closed side-compartment. As if it was a shard of glass, a tiny, personal flash-drive in the shape of Cordelia's signature bow of red and white with a gold charm clacked on the bottom of the floor quietly and tucked itself between books, delving in the shadows; stored on this flash drive was a sound file of one of her most recently finished musical works, called Black Pearl, which was completely unreleased (similar to all of the music that she had ever produced, written, or sung in her lifetime) and meant to be kept from society for pretty much forever. The supermodel wasn't the most open when it came to her abilities in creating music- while she had been considering it a hobby for about a half of a decade, it was not something she wanted to show the rest of the world. However, this would change quite soon in what would feel like the blink of an eye. Her crimson optics fluttering at the sight of the secret lever, she would slowly pull it downward and cause a tiny pop to be heard from the interior of the artificial book- this would silently open a tiny slit in-between the wooden dividers of the cases, just small enough for her to fit through. "Holy shitballs," the girl of white and red would say under her breath in awe as she would peek inside, the hidden door revealing a long, twisting corridor with heavily-industrialized walls that appeared to be rather blank. The clicking sound was being produced by something deeper in this strange area, though it was much more recognizable to the ears now that it was accessible. It sounded just like someone typing away at a keyboard.

Slipping through the crack within the books of the observatory, the supermodel would advance forward in a slow manner as her companion would sit tight on the top of her head. Making her way through the depths of the hallway felt like forever; she was sure to be slow with her movements due to the sharpness of her boots on the industrial floor, hoping not to give herself away to what was to lie ahead. Chills shivered down her spine as the final turn approached- reaching into her purse to pull out a small lanyard of a gold chain accompanied by charms of red and white color and her league identification of affiliation, she would hold it all bundled within her right hand as her body would make it into the corridor. Standing before the dragon-type trainer was a large computer room housing a large number of computers and other forms of technology that she was unable to recognize due to a lack of experience, along with a lone individual sitting with their back towards her quickly pressing the keys and buttons that surrounded them. On the wall beside them housed more desks of technical items and equipment in addition to what looked to be a sealed elevator, which was most likely the primary entrance to the hidden corridor from other seclusive areas of the space center. Letting out a small cough to grab the mysterious figure's attention, Cordelia would release the golden chain of her lanyard to hold her identification facing them if they were to turn around or if they would not, which would hold any information regarding her official affiliation to the league and its operations via her modeling agency and her personal endeavors. "My name is Cordelia Rosario, a world-renowned supermodel and affiliate of the league," a twinkle would form in her crimson eyes as she would speak in a rather confident style, "may I ask of yours, in addition to the reason you have decided not to evacuate this Space Center? Mysterious rifts known as "wormholes" have been popping up all over the city's horizon, and I, on behalf of the league, am trying to find out the cause." Flipping a portion of her high-ponytail from the side of her body to her back in confidence, her Togedemaru would hop down onto her shoulder and begin to grin; she sounded extremely cocky. And he was so proud.

♘ tagged: cait alfric Stormy Silph Kazimir Wynter Alexei Ivanov Isra Nightingale
♘ wc: 1,213
♘ note(s): cordelia finds the secret lever disguised as a book and pulls it, revealing a long and highly industrialized hallway that would lead to a corridor of great technology housing a lone individual on one of the computers. however, as her togedemaru would climb up her body and hop off of her purse onto her head to accompany his trainer into the slit of the books, it would cause cordelia's flashdrive housing one of her unreleased songs to fall out of her purse and hide itself in-between books, going completely unnoticed by the duo. while this would eventually be recovered and leaked in the future after the event, which pertains to a long term plot of the supermodel, the two venture down the corridor and eventually make it to the computer room, where cordelia questions the person typing away and shows them her identification.

The high ponytail of the supermodel would waver as she would fiercely hold her identification outward, the companion on the edge of her shoulder staring down the boy that sat with his back facing toward the duo. However, her eyes would soon turn to anger when he wouldn't even put in enough effort to turn around to witness what stood behind him; with great verbiage, he would express that he was unable to leave the Space Center due to his seemingly never-ending absorption in the game known as Evergrande Fantasy, his hands clacking away at his keyboard and his eyes focused on the screen's flashing colors. Unlike how some individuals would react to his dedication to the game with sincerity and leave him be, Cordelia was quite the opposite in this regard.

"Excuse me?", the girl of white and red's crimson optics would flicker with anger as she would furiously stuff her identification into her purse, before nearing closer to the man to express just how she felt about what he had just said to her, "I am Cordelia Rosario, the daughter of the dragon masters Yihwa Hwang Rosario and Priscus Rosario in addition to one of the most successful models to ever walk the face of this world. Your blatant disrespect for not only ignoring all of my questions that I asked you on behalf of the league but also ignoring the strange occurrences that are happening all across Mossdeep AND my presence behind you simply disgusts me in all ways possible! How da-"

Her fiery words would quickly be interrupted by an exclamation of excitement from the stubborn scientist, followed by his screen flashing blue crystals and other magnificent colors in a much more intense fashion; the game that strung across his computer was finally heating up, just like the bubbles of resentment that floated through the dragon trainer's veins. The face of the girl would now show as much rosier, and her hands and fingers would begin to tremble with each passing second. Cordelia was extremely angry, so much so that Heliodor could not even bring her back down by rubbing up on her neck with his soft fur; while she thought it would be a little bit of a ways away until she would snap, sometimes it would come sooner than later.

Clicking to roll upon his gacha game, the individual would scope into the bright colors before expressing a great amount of distaste and disappointment upon rolling Joey Kim; it was clear that he really wanted Dahlia Goode, but was unable to obtain just as such. Clicking away at his mouse that sat on the left side of his industrialized desk that looked to have fit multiple other scientists, one singular strand of words would cause the supermodel to explode- "you mother bitch". Not realizing that it was not directed to her but the video game, as she did not quite understand the appeal of this game as much as he clearly did, she would near the edge of his seat and look him right in the eyes.

"Who are you calling a bitch?!", she would scream with all of her might, only inches away from his head as she would spout her anger in an expression unlike any other, "You know what? I'm fucking done. You are just a waste of my time and nothing more! Wasting your time on a stupid game about famous trainers across Hoenn when a true celebrity stands right behind you! Ugh! I'm fucking fuming! Mega mega fucking fuming!"

Moving backward from the man in the chair, Cordelia would begin to pace back and forth in pure rage, her hair bobbing back and forth as she would begin to shake; her attention would stray from the previous focus on the man to her surroundings of technology, as despite her fury, she still wished to look for any clues that could potentially help her in the investigation. Removing her Pokegear and pressing the camera option, the supermodel would take pictures of all of her surroundings, even the scientist that she had just verbally thrashed about. However, she was not finished; her anger was still thriving inside of her mind and body, bubbling up as she neared the sealed off elevator and tapped its metal surface with her sharp, crimson acrylics.

"What I need you to do is open this sealed elevator immediately, and let me utilize it to my full extent. If you aren't going to help me find out what is going on, I'll simply find someone fucking else to!", the dragon trainer would exclaim as if steam was coming out of her nose and ears, "And don't even think of telling me you're too busy with that dumb video game shit! If you don't open it, my Togedemaru will use his electricity to zap his and my way right through!" Upon giving the individual the orders that would help her advance farther into the potentially hidden chambers of the Mossdeep Space Center, her electric-type would hop down into her arms and give the man an intimidating look that meant that he was not here to play games. If he had to, he would attempt to jam the shutting of the door with an array of desolate electricity.

As she finished her rather intense set of words, Cordelia would notice that footsteps would make themselves heard from behind her; from the same entrance that she had come from was another individual that just so happened to be affiliated with the league as well, though she had never seen him before. He appeared to have the same goal as the girl of red and white; he wanted to get information out of the scientist, which would most likely not that easy for him as well. This slightly peeved the dragon-trainer in the room in addition to everything else that was going on- with the amount of screaming that she was doing and the intensity of it all, it was to her surprise that he may not have got the hint that they were there for the same reason.

"I know just as much as you do!", she would meet her eyes with the "heroic" trainer's and express just how angry that the individual at the desk was making her, "This stubborn scientist just isn't answering any of my questions, and I'm fed up with it." Fixing the sleeve of her crimson cardigan that was falling from her shoulder, the redness of her cheeks would slowly fizzle back into her clear white as she would take a bit of a breather, symbolizing that her anger was slightly going away at the presence of the other individual that was here to help. "But regardless of that, I'm Cordelia Rosario, a supermodel and affiliate of the league. I assume you're here to investigate as well?" Scratching the forehead of the roly-poly Pokemon in her arms, the girl would shoot the scientist a glare before looking back at the other individual in the room and letting out a small smile on one side of her lips, hoping that her fury could not be read too much into by the "Pokenger". Now that she wasn't facing this mission solo anymore, being too angry wouldn't be the best choice in regards to getting what needed to be done finished, plus she didn't want to seem like too much of the bitch she truly was.

♘ tagged: cait alfric Kazimir Wynter Stormy Silph Isra Nightingale Alexei Ivanov Rikiya Oshiro
♘ wc: 1,261
♘ note(s): Cordelia becomes extremely angry with the individual's lack of interest in answering any of her questions, along with his disinterest in paying attention to her presence as a whole. Because of this, she begins to verbally go off on him with great intensity, only to be set off even more. Berating him, she eventually orders him to open the sealed elevator at once for her to be able to use, or else she wil use her Togedemaru to get through herself. This all occurs minutes before Kazimir arrives, to which she explains she knows just as much as him if not less and introduces herself and her reason for being at the Space Center.