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The war is wearing Rocket down, but Fenelle also doesn't show any real signs of slowing down, either. It's effort that needs to be made - and effort that still grants some similtude of rest, even if Fenelle seeks to fill this with restless activity nonetheless. Dee's heard that there's a researcher particularly interested avatar powers and, perhaps, a potential within non-avatars ... the latter part pales in comparison with the mark dee has set on avatars ever since Mossdeep, Sootopolis.

This might even extend to legends as whole, frankly, as dee calms der mind of anger to enter the room.

Their entrances are never quite quiet, but the other still doesn't move, either. From the description, it should be the right person, however ... and in true autism fashion, dee starts signing an introduction for der Rotom tablet to translate into speech to maybe get the other's attention that way, before dee stops. "That's a mega stone, right?" the Rotom translates first then, as Fenelle further approaches - close enough to get a better look, before backing away again.

"You're Nikola Samsa, right?" dee then asks, remembering the purpose of der visit, "I'm Fenelle, Mille or just Fen." Words that probably don't ring any familiarity - unless Nikola followed the SPECTRA gauntlet, there's not too many remarkable achievements under der belt just yet.

NIKOLA SAMSA

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Fenelle quickly signs Sorry upon seeing Nikola's startled reaction with an apologetic expression, which is also transmitted by der Rotom a second later, "Sorry." Then, dee seems to look satisfied upon having found the correct person and continues signing, "I have heard you were researching avatars, and wanted to ask if I could ask about your progress there. I recently ... faced off against Council woman Livy and could maybe provide some information, too," Fenelle adds, even if it carries the bitter taste of defeat. A necessary evil to come out victorious should there ever be a next time ... dee isn't even sure if Livy would remember dem or not. But hey, maybe even better ...

However, that conversation is also swiftly interrupted. Fenelle doesn't notice anything, only sees Nikola's startled reaction directed at something behind dem-

"I'm afraid I wasn't that, no," Fenelle replies honestly. Without hesitation, dee walks towards the door, sees if there's anything ... but in the now dark hallway, there's only the currently emerald coloured glow of der Rotom tablet.

Save me ... it displays.

Quickly, Fenelle turns around. "Did you- speak?" Der head whips around to the Rotom, too, who seems confused as well. "Whose voice was that?" If Nikola even had heard anything at all, or if der ghost has heard someone's whispers ...

NIKOLA SAMSA

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Fenelle sighs internally - dee had wanted to use that as an opportunity to ask and find out more about avatars while preparing to prove SPECTRA that they need another agent (and that agent is dem), but ... that would need to take a backseat for now as ghostly shenanigans are afoot. Dee regards the Hisuian Typhlosion with curiosity as it appears, nodding at Nikola's words. "Let's hope that ghost is maybe actually willing or well. We'll make it somehow." There's a good enough chance that the ghost might just like messing with the submarine during the spooky times of the day.

And to add to the spooky flair, it's mandatory that the temperature also drops - the fire ghost tries to counteract that a bit, perhaps, as Fenelle feels a bit more warmth coming from him, as ... darkness. Even der Rotom display seems to go out, with the Rotom actually panicking - dee can feel it in the wind that the tablet kicks up as it scurries from here to there.

Holding up one hand, dee manages to intercept the tablet, tapping it a few times to tell it to get into der wristwatch. Settling there, it could morse using vibrations and weak electric shocks as dee is now both blind and deaf. "What's happening?" dee can merely asks as dee stays rooted on the spot - only noticing that something frigid has approached dem from behind ...

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Fenelle stays rooted on the spot, focusing on the feelings of doom that seem to vaguely approach and the hastily morsed words from Nikola reach der skin, leaving an electrified feeling on der skin as the screen of the wristwatch simply doesn't want to turn on now.

Dee remains blinded still, even as the room alights, as the Infernal Parade's enough to blind dem in the other direction. There's no telling for dem if the attack has been successful, as dee's made the mistake of looking directly into the flame. Blinking the afterimages away as the flames still burn, dee manages to catch sight of something running away from the other scientist-!

Wordlessly, a Grimmsnarl is thrown out of his ball, being sent on pursuit without a command necessary. Even if the dark fairy is also blind in the darkness that has settled now again, the pink energy of his Spirit Break is enough to aim accurately enough. Hitting the ghost square in the face, the culprit is stopped in its tracks.

"... a Froslass." Fenelle lets out a deep breath, shaking der head. "I didn't think this visit would turn out like that," Fenelle frowns. "Where does that ghost come from?"

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At Nikola's words, Fenelle regards the Froslass with a pensive look. Indeed, this one is a rather strange passenger ... and perhaps Fenelle would seek to find its trainer. Though dee isn't sure if the grudge actually goes that deep, but for now, the pokémon remains unconscious and thus useless in endeavours to find its trainer.

"Yeah, that makes sense," dee sighs instead of pursuing that thought, and suggests, "Think we can see if either can be captured and then put on the black market, or something?"

Make it someone else's problem and earn a buck for it, too.

Dee nods, "We should probably not hang back too long either, seeing as it's well over overtime hours." Though hyperfixations rarely take this into account, and the work Rocket does is rather interesting most of the time. Or half of the time. "I just wanted to reiterate that I'm very interested in your work regarding avatars. There's not too much I can do yet, but I got some experience, if you might want some League intel I can get my hands on."

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