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Loitering around after school is over is quite - nice, in a way. At least on a hot summer day that doesn't allow her to stay inside and do anything like handling her laptop or tablet without begging her father's Abomasnow to cool things down a bit (and risk a frozen laptop, but that's okay!). At least this activity gives her the opportunity to look around and just absorb whatever Slateport City is offering while she is here because honestly, she doesn't know where she will be in a year. In a month, even! Hah, just kidding, she's probably still crunching exams or something like that. But a year? So long, so short ...[break]
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Just as she shivers in thought of the future (and less so because of the weather), her eyes catch onto something ... strange. Peculiar, even. It's a figure she thinks she might have seen around more often. And/or on some news of any kind. But this ... err. She furrows her eyebrows, walking over to the stranger, with Grookey sitting on her shoulders, looking curiously. "Uhm ... does that count as public disturbance, by any chance?" Well, she is kind of disturbed. (But the Mabosstiff is cute, though!)

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Vespa gives the other a deadpan look, trailing her eyes back and forth between trainer and Pokémon before clearing her throat, "... I actually meant you. You, err, are you not disturbing the public?" But his confidence is kind of shaking her own confidence, maybe a little. He's a strange guy, that much she gets by now. The Grookey on her shoulders is only looking curiously, the hand holding his prized stick reaching out a little.[break]
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"... Yeah, been for - about thirty minutes, maybe? Got the late classes, though, so who knows about the rest," she only manages to reply to the stranger before he's already going on about something else. Why would this guy care? What even has he been doing? Is that some type of influencer trend on social media these days? Definitely not in her circles of the internet, that's for sure ... she crosses her arms, "Done with what? Are you filming something? And why is it your Pokémon's fault, and not yours?" Seriously, just what is this stranger even doing ... The Mabosstiff is cute, though. She feels the urge to pet him, but holds back (until she knows what is going on, anyway).

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Listening to the stranger is like listening to ... well, she doesn't know. An internet hot take, maybe - like some of those rambles that make surprisingly sense at two in the morning, only for one to be reeled back into a more logical reality by the time the sun rises. And then she can only ask herself, what the heck did I read again?, and move on with her day.[break]
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Which she, really, could also do right now. But - still, she's intrigued. She saw this figure here and now, after all, and he never seemed to do anything ...[break]
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... 'pwoductive'. "Uh ... sure, I guess, if you say so," she remarks at long last, all retorts dying with the baby speak. Instead, she blinks a few times, looking over to the Grookey who looks like it has not one single thought in his mind. She looks back to the other, who changed the topic to something entirely else. Something about ... kids going home late?[break]
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Vespa squints, trying to recall anything. "Maybe? On my way, I heard Mrs. Vans asking around about her three daughters who seem to be late? Dunno, though," she shares what she knows, looking curiously at the Mabosstiff trainer, "so ... you're an officer, or what?"

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"Uh ... hum," she offers in response to his explanation to his job - taking the business card with curiosity, though she doesn't know if it'll have much value for her later. If nothing else, it doesn't hurt to stick it into her journal, it'll be where she can find it, should she actually need it. She kind of hopes not, though - something about the other also makes her rather feel distrust than safety, but perhaps, she is quite wrong on that, too. Never judge a book by its cover ... or something. Even if the book cover kind of feels like a meme.[break]
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"Riveting," she remarks dryly, questioning how 'professional' it really makes him look (... alright, she has to hand it to him - handing out business cards does feel rather professional), though nonetheless, she finds herself a little intrigued. In the end, his case seems to be somewhat local of a thing, and something tells her that she could be very well interested. Looking as the Mabosstiff goes to action, however, she feels the urge to tag along. And maybe ...[break]
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"Is he on a trail? Can I tag along? I can be your - henchman. I mean, sidekick - sidekick fits better, right?" In truth, Vespa would rather be the detective, but he - Kyle Lopez? - is the one with the business cards, so she has to give that one up for now. Nudging the Grookey on her shoulder, she also adds, "and he can be my sidekick. A sidekick's sidekick."

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A few less words would probably have done the job, too, though Vespa isn't mulling too much on that as she quickly follows the private investigator and his Pokémon partner, and it's almost eerie itself how the other switched to a more serious within the blink of the eye. Maybe he is really a capable detective-of-sorts? Huh ... For now, she follows them all to an abandoned house, the marks of time having left it without a trace of life for quite some time, as it would seem on the outside.[break]
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"We found them?" she remarks in turn to his words, a little contradictory as her eyes are rather shooting to the sleeping children first before she notices the Ghost types roaming to the outside, clearly not quite as happy with the intrusion. Vespa instinctively shoots a protective grip onto the Grookey who is none the wiser, grabbing and swinging his wooden stick around, curious about the new Pokémon that appear. "Uhh ... how to do this," she mutters - before pulling out two Pokéballs, a light following as they reveals a - a fellow Drifloon, and a Drifblim.[break]
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At this point, Vespa isn't surprised anymore when two of her Pokémon don't really want to stay the way they are, immediately adapting to the environment they are put into. She can't suppress quite a sigh, however, as she just gestures a little and the Ditto-turned-Drifloon and the Hisuian-Zorua-turned-Drifblim move their own ways, managing to lead most of the wild Pokémon away from the children. "Phew ... what do we do with the children?" she then looks over to Kyle with a quizzical look, clearly revealing that she is not that good with children, or humans, for that matter.

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To be honest, she is a bit disappointed that things are coming to such an ... anticlimactic end. Sure, it's nice that nobody is hurt and all, and she can only guess that Dorothy will eventually find their way back, but ... yeah. Maybe more of a spooky story than naptime? Hm ... Maybe she should check her expectations again. This feels quite off, after all, and maybe, it's really all good and dandy the way it is. Kyle's words do also make sense, nodding as she watches him sit down, typing something up on his phone. "Yeah, I guess ... It can't be too long before they wake up, right?" Vespa theorises, fingers on her chin, when ... uh?[break]
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Staring at how Kyle is putting out earbuds and how he praises the place for being a good hideout - well, he isn't wrong, but ... Huh? "I - uh - I guess that's true ... so are you just gonna chill here?" She raises an eyebrow in question, feeling like this might not be fully what a private investigator should be doing in such a case. But then, is there even something as a protocol to follow when you're a private investigator? It's kinda like, who's gonna tell you off, yourself? Huh ... Defeated by non-logic, she soon sits down, too, watching how the Grookey is beginning to discover the place by bits and pieces. "I guess ... that works, too ...?" she mutters, more to herself as she isn't sure how much the other can hear over his earbuds.[break]
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She'll have to ask her questions some other time, maybe.

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