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When a perfect opportunity presented itself, only a fool would fail to take advantage of it. And, for all her faults, Calpurnia was not a fool. So, when her Glimmora felled a League officer—who’d been playing a naughty assassin—the scientist took a moment to survey the spoils. The woman still breathed, but the poison coursing through her veins would leave her paralyzed for some time. What truly interested the scientist, however, was the woman’s curves.
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Not out of some perverse fascination, of course. Arceus forbid! The woman’s face resembled an Ursaring in lipstick—a razor would balk in fear of it. their sizes were remarkably similar. And, in a place as chaotic as this warzone, every soldier didn’t recognize every leader. “Hmmm.” With a smile, the violet-haired woman began to strip the other woman. Though a bit snug around the breasts, the jacket fit well enough. Only the shoes were an issue, but she had no desire to shove her feet in those things anyway.
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An ID card found its way into her hands. A prisoner transfer list did the same—a name or two familiar names standing out. And, with a little sleight of hand, she became Tessa Bowman. Now, all she had to do was play the part of a League officer. Hopefully, it’d allow her to rescue her silly intern before he opened his big mouth. And, of course, she could sample the work of her dearest mortal enemies. Screwing the hat onto her head, the scientist took a moment to admire the look. “Let’s pay our friends a visit, Purrsy.” The cat nodded and fell into line. His cold eyes rather fitting for a mindless dog of war.
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Left in a flurry by a recent attack, the group didn’t seem to mind as she strode in. Her manners were confident as always, and the woman looked like she belonged. “Show me to the prisoners I am meant to transfer.” The paperwork was official, so the young Ranger had little issue doing just that. The older lady’s flirting served to fluster him.
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He stood at the tent’s exit, making him a very annoying obstacle. One or two faces lit up in recognition. Violet eyes ordered silence as she began calling out names. “Fisher, Andrew?” When she spotted him, her entire demeanor filled with exasperation.
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She jerked her head toward the guard. As one of the prisoners grabbed his attention, the scientist gestured to the cat.

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A Hypnosis from Purrseus dropped him like a stone. A key from his belt took her to the storage locker. Inside were rows of weapons and Pokemon balls. “Now, loves, we have two options—” Calpurnia purred. “We can slink a few of you out all sanctioned like.” There was a pause as she grabbed what looked to be a pair of scissors. “Or, you can raze the camp to the ground.” The silly Leaguers weren’t expecting an attack from inside, after all.[break][break]



Notably, there was no ‘we’ in that statement. She certainly did not plan on being shot at. No, she aimed to be swept into the camp’s belly by playing the victim.
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A different woman may have slapped Andrew for his lecherous glances. Calpurnia, however, enjoyed them. It was a form of worship, to be so openly admired. Even if it was by an idiotic manchild.[break][break]

Her little prisoners seemed awfully indecisive. A few were whispering nonsense. “Do think about it, loves.” Giving the silly ducks time to think about it, Calpurnia moves to strip their ‘hostage’. There is a brief look of disgust as she reveals dirty boxers. Men could be such pigs. Tsk tsk. The jumpsuit is a bit big on the guard, but it fits well enough. “I think these are the right size for you, hun.” The scientist throws the clothes toward Andrew. [break][break]

Standing up, she opens a nearby cabinet. From it, she pulls out another set of flexicuffs and a took for cutting them. This she uses first on Andrew then on the other Rockets in the cage. “Put them on.” With the League guard now playing the role of another Rocket, Kelpie tugs the cell door open. She stands in the doorway, her Purugly’s dark glance daring a fool to try and run.[break][break]

“Now, loves.” There’s a savage glint in her violet eyes. Her heels splash in a puddle of Paradox goo. “Let’s vote.”

She takes a deep breath. “If you want to do this quietly, raise your hand.” For some reason, an idiot in the back says aye. They really needed to start giving grunts IQ tests. There are ten of them altogether and the split seems pretty even.
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“Well, well, it seems it’s up to you, Andy.” Though Kelpe hides her disappointment, Purrseus does not. His tail lashes angrily back and forth.

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Giving the scrawny manchild a chance to dress, Calpurnia turned away. She doubted there was much to see. As she surveyed the blank canvas. the scientist let her mind wander. It turned first to Declan Walsh before sliding to the dangers ahead of them. A few plans ran through her mind, most of them paving the road with bodies. Then, she heard the last button slide into place.
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Well, didn’t this slob look better in uniform?
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As he made his decision, Calpurnia’s lips curled up in a smile. What a violent little gremlin. It was almost cute. Long nails moved to draw a line down his cheeks. “Good boy,” The woman purred. Not because she wanted blood on her hands, but because it showed he had a spine. His posture just made it all cattywampus.
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Then, she turned to the naughties in the cell. Most of them looked embarrassed. A few shuffle their feet like children caught in mud. ““It’s certainly better than rotting in here, hmmm?” A few of them nod. One drops their gaze to a rock on the floor. Her eyes narrow until verbal agreement rings around the cell.

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“Purrseus, can you find their things?” With a haughty toss of his head, the cat wandered off. Eventually, he returned with a heavy bag of weapons and belts. She dropped these at the foot of the cell. Then, she tugged the door open. “Do hurry up, loves.” She then tossed out her own Pokeball. From it, a teal Glimmora emerged. Slowly, the other grunts came to stand outside the cage. "I have a PTA meeting to get to."

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Sore wrists were massaged as they sorted through piles for their belongings.


“All of you head due North. There is a research camp there that can use your assistance.” Then, she turned to Andrew in his bright uniform. A single, ominous finger leveled at his chest. “Except for you, Mister Fisher.”
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The violet-haired woman smiles down at Andrew. Though she wishes to discourage the streamer’s stupidity, she cannot stop a smile from curling up her lips. She enjoyed being worshipped, but she loved being feared. Or, at least, making others nervous. It’s a heady little perfume, smelling of power and domination. While they certainly had work to do, Calpurnia could not resist the urge to make him squirm.

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A manicured brow lifted as she tapped idly at her elbows. Around them, the sound of clicking belts signals possessions are being sorted. “Mo’ma’am?” Her laughter is indulgent. “Just what language are you cajoling me with, Fisher?” She smiled. “L33t?” After a few more heartbeats, she broke their eye contact and stepped back. It seemed her miscreants were ready and waiting.
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“Please wreak havoc, loves.” She watched as they approached the tent’s flap. “If you fuck up again, momma won’t save you.” It only takes moments for the destruction to begin. Now that they’re alone, she gestures Andrew to follow her. Oddly enough, she heads in the exact opposite direction of her silly soldiers.
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The League officers are too busy to notice the two officers walking the wrong direction. “You are good with computers, are you not?” Certainly, if he spent so much time diddling with them, he had some sort of skillset.

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