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He hadn't spoken to Temp since their fight- no. He wouldn't call that sorry display a fight. Temp hadn't even had the respect to lift a finger, going limp after deriding him. There had been more no contact made afterwards. No apology ( it wasn't Mint that owed one ). No attempt to keep things cordial. Mint had enough sway around him to redirect any contact or mission with Tempest away to another colleague, another Beast. And plausibly too. Mint was always busy. Whether it was Rocket or his online persona. [break][break]

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So when Tempest promoted he says nothing. When he finds out who the new Beasts are he is disappointed. Part of it reaffirms what he thought already. Part off it just leaves him numb. BARNABY FINCH and THEO BECKETT kept him working. And more so, gave him the ability to bring something to Rocket's upper echelons. His insecurity is suppressed. His hands stay moving. He gives Tempest the coldest shoulder known to man. Pretends he doesn't even fucking exist. [break][break]

Until today, when he's forced to walk his rounds with one utter clown. He'd been asked for by name. A request he had less flexibility to deny. He couldn't gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss his way out of this one. He sees the Flareon and says nothing. His own soundly tucked away which was unusual. Arrabiata was a staple in this walkabouts, mainly for the sorry grunt he'd dragged out with him. [break][break]

But Tempest is a fucking idiot. As much as he'd tried before he'd only stared at the newly minted ( ha ) Beast when he'd arrived at their meet up coordinates. Temp had stumbled in with a barely insulated suit ( was it his mission wetsuit? ) and a fucking jacket he knew wouldn't be able to shield form the snow, and soak through. It's probably the longest he's looked at Tempest since their discussion in the training room. The words hang on the tip of his tongue. [break][break]

'You fucking moron.'

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He doesn't feel the need to say it. Mint gave the slowest of blinks, before pulling out a device and turning to lead the way through the snow hills. His reports had very clear indications of the average weather, the snow fall, the conditions. The weather report was free. But far be it for Mint to tell someone he didn't like they were brute forcing the elements for no good reason. His own outfit is similar looking but streamlined. Tight, thick under layers, water proof pants and a jacket with a thick cozy layer under waterproof shell. Gloves with inserts, thin but meant for function more than form. Boots with steel cleats to keep himself from slipping on the GLACIATE patch. All things he'd asked for, and had been given. Easily. Temp is just....this. [break][break]

"If you read the report, you'd know its around a half mile from our start point since we don't come through the town entrance to avoid notice." Mint came here too often to be clocked as a random constantly going in and out. Even to see the graveyard, it could be a bit excessive right? His Slither Wing, Carbonara coos serving as a fluffy wall that cuts a path before him, leading the way she was familiar with. Straight to the ice tombs over the hill.


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"Direct your inquiries through Underboss Elisabeth Fiorelli , Underboss THEO BECKETT , or Underboss Cillian Quinn ." Mint said automatically, not offering more assistance. Not like he knew who exactly was checking the authority of those accessing reports. He probably did. Through an assistant or executive working there. But he didn't want to offer his help. Especially when he had already been reluctant to bring Tempest with him. He'd made it clear when he kept conveniently getting out Tempest's requests to join him out here. [break][break]

Carbonara LOW SWEEPS the snow with ease and Mint doesn't seem to care. The snowfall was so consistent, their tracks would be gone with the day. He steps after her, giving the giant bug a thumbs up every time she scampered up and stopped to turn. Mint doesn't offer much more, opting to take the walk in silence. As they crest the nearest hill, he can see the frozen pokemon in the distance. "That's our first marker." he said. Very small, just a speck, there's an orange neon flag stuck on a very long, very thin stick. It's clear he wasn't going to offer anymore information than necessary, unless prompted.


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Mint says nothing more, focused more on the statues and the little flag he'd planted near Bucatini, his Aggron. He ice scratched, but barely pierced from the knife trying to steal her megastone. He marks the flag carefully and checks for changes. "Annotate." he said, suddenly breaking the silence between himself and Tempest. "No changes in snowfall. Precipitation remains stable at A1." he fixes the little marker flag before looking at his partner. Carbonara moves closed at this, before helping her trainer. As he wipes snow off Bucatinis large arms and shoulders, the bug pokemon blows hot air to melt the rest on her head. [break][break]

As snow melt drips off the Aggron, Mint pulls out his hand held, modified from what Lulu Flint had made him all those months ago. He plays with some knobs, hits some buttons and there's a noise of start up before he pauses. "Buca..." he murmured, something catching his eye on the screen before looking over at his partner. From his handheld came a low...very soft beep. [break][break]

He lets out a quick whistle turning to another nearby statue of a Camerupt, rushing to it as Carbonara cleared the way for him. Another beep, still slow. He tried another statue, then one father away before turning to Carbonara. "New: Statues show very low levels of infinity energy. Even the ones without megastones." he called out to Temp to write as he moved back to the marker. He messes with something on screen trying to see a better picture before turning off the device and letting it start up all over again. As he stood in silence, staring at his handheld it booted back up. He slowly reset it before speaking up once more. "Iced pokemon all share similar infinity signatures when approached. Faint, but present and seems to be stable." he swallowed. "Species inside show signs of life."

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"No, we shouldn't." Mint said, still studying one of the statues. "Infinity energy fades from the body. Some of our blood samples were trashed once the Infinity energy faded. These- they should be dead. Corpses don't retain energy, that isn't the source of it all." [break][break]

He's not sure what Tempest is going on about more excited by the fact that. "We'd all assumed everyone pokemon subject ot the GLACIATE were dead. The ice was unbreakable, they were completly encase, etc. But they're alive. We can get them back." [break][break]

He taps his fingers on one of the statues, beginning to look for Bucatini again. "If GLACIATE is reversible, we can get them back." Unfortunately, he still hadn't found an alternative for the melting part. "The immediate option isn't available League still has custody of reshiram and even then...I don't think it'd work. You'd have to feed it to Kyurem to get enough power to reverse it's own freeze." He paces around the statues, sighing through his nose and scribbling something down before putting away his recorder. [break][break]

Carbonara is excited even if she doesn't quite understand. But the Slither Wing chitters and hisses leaning on statues and circling the pair of Rockets and their musings. Though, it's only moments later that she begins to whine, their walkies stopped. "Yes, yes I know- the patch." he said as the paradox began to lean over him, trying to push him to continue. [break][break]

"I can't think. Currently, of a solution. But it's a win for Rocket's lost they're even still alive." he concluded with a sigh as he gave Carbonara a nod and she began sprinting again to lead the wat to the other check out point.

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"Yes, I know." He said. Though his words don't hold any bite, still focused on Bucatini as he gives her a wayward glance and a small smile as they moved past her and the rest of the grave yard. "One step forward, two steps back and all that." he said as his Slither Wing ran forward, excited after standing around in one place for so long. [break][break]

She charges and sends clouds of powder snow and chunks of compacted snowing up and out. Thankfully, no one else is around so no need to worry on hurting anyone else by accident. Carbonara leads through towards the middle of the GLACIATE patch. At some point the snow crunch turns to a weird knock knock as Carbonara made contact with the nevermelt ice below. "Careful, less traction." he warned as the Slitherwing darted right, just enough to let the pair see the little orange flag on a wire poking through several inches of snow. [break][break]

"This is the estimated impact point of the GLACIATE. It spread out from here." he said as he carefully approached the flag, checking if there has been any significant change in the snow.

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