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@joseph

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She's late to the party, lingering in the shadows. The red head runs on her own time, inconsiderate and unwilling to change. The idea of a partner is infuriating, honestly. She's capable of handling things on her own terms. Orders are orders, however, even if she detests the idea.[break][break]

A singular blue eye flickers toward the lighter side of the alleyway, a lone figure standing firm among the darkness. Her partner, waiting in the wings for her to show. Funny, if the roles were reversed, she would have started already. To each their own, right? "Oi," she barks, red hair coming to life as she steps into view. "Are we starting or not?" Impatience drips from every word and she simply doesn't care. They have a job to do. There's no time to stand around feeding snacks to their Pokemon.[break][break]

Behind her, the metallic limbs of her Metagross scrape together in motion, the sound grating to the ears. "Is there a plan?" She sounds bored as she speaks, eye dropping to examine her nails.[break][break]

This whole thing is foreign to her. Working with another just seems like a bother. Teamwork isn't her strong-suit, clearly. There's a first time for everything, she supposes... Hopefully the plan is good, however, or there will be more than one victim tonight.

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