[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a hand rises to idly dispel a sense of disturbance out of the air.

"no, no, you're fine!"

there's no work to be done, let alone interrupt, here. it's as quiet as the world should be, free of dimensional chaos and structurally sound.

and she despises that, truly.

"to what do i owe the pleasure? have you come to check on the rift?"

a lost cause, she's afraid...

above ground, some grunts of team rocket begin their plan: infiltration and obliteration.

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]a light sigh escapes.

"nothing, unfortunately."

this gateway has been eerily quiet since the coming of the meteor. it bothers her to no end, burrowing beneath the skin and festering until it corrupts the mind.

"there's been no detection of anything from sea hoenn... it's a bit unnerving, truthfully."

she knows they survived. she saw it.

but how could there be not even a trace?

nearing footsteps start soft, barely detectable. they grow in volume as elinor answers, as seconds pass into minutes.

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]"it's possible."

she hasn't quite come to a correct conclusion yet. the concept still eludes her mind, day in and day out.

"the connection was lost once the primal points were fired. i'm not sure if it's due to the meteor or something else."

either way, more information is needed... she'll keep coming back here until something clicks, until something gives her an answer.

the sound of footsteps grows louder and her golurk rumbles low. she recognizes the sound: it's a warning.

her expression tightens.

"someone's here."

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]footsteps echo. they creep closer.

and with every step, she feels herself slipping back into fight or flight. here, mental fortitude slips. it struggles against paranoia with sea hoenn's former entrance at her back.

cornered, she'd say. pressed between a rock and a hard place, there is no other options.

"no, not at all."

her golurk rumbles out once more. and as it steps forward with heavy clay feet, the dams seem to burst with team rocket grunts. they fill the room, numbers growing as footsteps continue.

did they not learn the lesson last time?

"get ready..."

nothing quite like having to fight your way out of the underground, huh?

the first of the grunts begin to move, begin to summon pokemon to rush toward them. her golurk swings a clay arm quickly, hammer arm coming down on the first few pokemon to sweep them out of the way.

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]where some pokemon fall in front of them, more rise to take their place.

it feels never-ending, this assault. too many moving pieces, too many attackers rushing in from all sides.

"tch."

it's soft, barely at an audible level.

the dimensional rift behind them ripples with the pokemon on pokemon collisions but never once gurgles with life. it is void, no longer worth their full attention.

and yet, illeana still feels the creeping sense of paranoia surging up into the veins. they could be blindsided and never know...

her golurk rumbles softly, a calling. pay attention, reyes. this is not over.

heavy slam follows quickly and the ground shakes beneath the full weight of her golurk launching itself up into the air and descending down into the mass cluster of enemy pokemon.

"sorry to disappoint, but i'm afraid you're not gonna win this."

between councilwoman anderson and herself, there is no chance of success to be found here. the rocket grunts almost seem too aware of this fact with the way their expressions pivot between hesitation and fear.

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.

[attr="class","illeana"]

[attr="class","illeana b"]

[attr="class","illeana i"]there is little reprieve here.

wave after wave, enemies rise and fall and more follow to take their place. she feels exhaustion creep in, not only herself but her pokemon as well. her golurk's steps grow slower, almost delayed beneath the constant swinging of arms utilized as battering rams.

she steps a little closer to Elinor Anderson, eyes narrowed on the other side of the battlefield. the councilwoman's pokemon carries on through as both protector and attacker. her own golurk follows suit.

"this is becoming ridiculous."

her voice is low, barely above a hissed whisper.

"if we trap them, are you and aggron able to finish them off?"

and there, she waits for an answer. her golurk continues to swing, but there's a stalling way to its movements. the automaton knows, perhaps too well, what the scientist is planning to do.

Elinor Anderson
get in sygna.