”So you found you were a few Miltank short, and then your son came crying about an alien, hmm…? That does sound like what we heard…” A woman recounted the tale of a rancher’s story in the back of a dilapidated barn, holding a clipboard, rather than the art book she typically brought around with her.[break][break]

Beheeyem, a species native to Unova- to her home- has been noted as a bit of a menace in the foreign lands of Hoeen, terrorizing native farmers by abducting their precious Miltank, Tauros, Mareep, etc.. Unlike the lands from which she came, she supposed the natives hadn’t committed to loading up and dealing with the invaders by force yet.[break][break]

Rhydia’s gaze shifts up from her clipboard to the shaking man who gave them the final info they asked for, taking in the fearful look on his face with eyes devoid of sympathy.[break][break]

Truthfully, she doesn’t really care what happens to this farm, never has, and never will. The only reason she’s even here is to capture the visage of the invader in the midst of the act, and rip them out of the sky midway. That alone would be worth the trip.[break][break]

Of course… the man’s terrified expression is just as pleasing, in its own way. A man terrified of the unknown, of invaders from the stars is a wonderful aesthetic of its own, one she just desperately wanted to preserve for a second longer…[break][break]

”It’ll be fine… we’ll handle it, honey.” She reaches out to cup his cheek, dragging gloved fingers across his face for just a moment before giving him a light push away. ”Now run on, soft ears, sunset is coming, and I want to discuss the night with my friend here, see?”[break][break]

She finally gestures to the woman beside her, ending her A-B confirmation by adding a third, one who stood out even more than she did, arguably.[break][break]

”Sorry to make you wait, Alvara.”

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Calliope Alvara

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