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Celeste honestly can't believe that she is doing this for a moment. The wind blowing her hair back wildly before she tucks it behind her hairband, the moonlight shining down atop of them, her massive Dhelmise standing beside her as she glanced around. It was one thing to simply scam a few individuals out of their cash, quite easy too. This was something else entirely. Getting caught was not an option, but she didn't plan on it either.

Letting out a quiet breath, she simply smirked a little bit as he spoke. "I haven't." She spoke rather bluntly, grinning over at her Pokemon as it sat still atop the rooftop. Slowly loosening its anchor, the Pokemon moved it over towards the side of the building as she walked calmly. "To answer your question, however, the probability of that relies entirely on how tight your grip is. Dhelmise are known for strangling the life out Wailords, so there is no need to worry about a lack of chain, however."

Celeste slowly lowered herself down onto the anchor, stepping down and sitting down properly after a few seconds. Her grip around the chain was incredibly tight, much more stressed than her calm appearance on the outside would lead someone to believe. She wasn't all that physically strong, which did cause some justifiable worry. And yet, she trusted her Pokemon to make sure they remained safe as much as she could be, anyways.

"It'll be easy. Just slide open a window, or break one quietly and we're in." She motioned for him to sit down with her head, refusing to let go of her intensely tight grip onto the chain.

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She tried her best to keep her breathing steady as they lowered down the side of the building. Luckily, he didn't seem to have any problems with holding on. That meant one of them, at least. Still, what was there to gain from being a scaredy-cat? Absolutely nothing. She had gone all her life struggling to do physical labor, but the threat of falling to her death was surely enough to encourage her to keep her grip no matter how winded she might be.

As her associate attempted to open the window, only to find it locked, Celeste smiled softly to herself. Ghost-type pokemon was indeed one of her specialties. Ever so slowly reaching to grab one of the Pokeballs from her belt, she released out Hecate, the Misdreavus. With a sickeningly sweet giggle from the ghost-type, it easily phased right through the window and unlocked the window as it went.

"There you go," Celeste spoke as she looked over at him. "Go ahead and open the window. If you feel like heading inside, be my guest. However, I had a different approach in mind." Putting Hecate's pokeball back on her belt as the ghost pokemon seemed to slowly float through the room, Celeste wrapped her arm heavily around the anchor to keep herself supported as she sent out another one of her pokemon. Jaspers, the Espurr was trained for pickpocketing and thievery. After all, who would suspect a cute pokemon like him? The psychic cat-like pokemon rested on her lap, eager to get to work.

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"Simple," Celeste spoke quietly, motioning with a hand for Jaspers to get to work. The Espurr stretched out his limbs, yawning a little bit before suddenly hopping onto the windowsill. With the careful balance and stealth that befitted his feline nature, he leaped down into the room with a soft noise. "Sending ourselves in unprepared leaves us exposed. No deniability, no easy escapes. A pokemon, however... Is not so defenseless." A grin slowly spreads across her face as Jaspers within the room is seen slowly searching through the room to make sure there were no valuables to grab before slipping into the next room out of their sight.

Hecate seemed to keep watch, slowly peeking through walls and keeping an eye out for her trainer just in case. "You are more than welcome to attempt to enter yourself, but I imagine if you have a Pokemon small enough to slip inside, and dextrous enough to be trained as a thief... To covet those valuables, it could be quite useful." Of course, she was implying the move Covet. It wasn't a requirement for having a Pokemon steal, but it certainly made things easier.

She slowly allowed her eyes to glance down at the ground, the concrete ground down below staring back up at her. Forcing down her fear for the sake of potential monetary gain, she simply held on as tight as she could, staring straight ahead.


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Celeste was surprised by his choice of Pokemon, but suitably satisfied. Greninja's were certainly stealthy, loyal Pokemon. She could easily understand why they would be chosen. However, her interest was piqued as she watched Jaspers pull a cloth down off of a glass case to reveal a Pokemon still inside. Her every instinct told her to lean in and get closer, but the fear of falling kept her grounded in reality for a moment. That was no ordinary Rotom, they had struck the absolute jackpot. Not to mention the crates that had been revealed by pulling the cloth away. Sealed up tightly, but she knew enough to recognize that symbol on them. Whoever owned this place must be quite rich. No matter, they'd take everything they could.

"Would you look at that..." She spoke softly, letting out quiet breaths as she forced herself to remain calm. "Crates upon crates of valuables. Just for the taking. Now, I imagine we could carry jewelry up just fine, but those crates require a different approach." Celeste paused, trying to think of something. She obviously wanted inside, that much was painfully made aware by the fact she was staring down that shiny Rotom with utter fascination. And yet, haphazardly climbing in the window from this height might not be the best option.

"... If I have your blessing, I intend to head back up to the roof and enter naturally. It seems nobody is inside, and those crates are certainly expensive. I imagine once inside, we can prepare a system to retrieve the goods and lift them onto the roof to be taken elsewhere. I'm sure our talents combined have some... resources." Of course, that clearly meant Team Rocket had resources once they stored them away for proper transport.


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Climb inside? Celeste's eyes widened a little bit as she watched him carefully maneuvers inside through the window with the help of his Greninja. Luckily, her Dhelmise was more than able to adjust for the lack of weight on one side and able to keep things balanced for Celeste as she continued to rest on their anchor.

The offer to be helped inside struck multiple emotions at once. An urge to prove that she could do it herself, a desire to perhaps do things her own way, but at the same time she felt a bit thankful. He didn't seem to imply she couldn't do it, only an offer to help. It was a refreshing quality.

Nodding her head, Celeste ever so carefully reached a hand over, physically shaking from the sheer nerves threatening to spill her over the edge. Grabbing onto Gavin's expectant arms and reluctantly putting her faith in him, she carefully climbed into the room, quite visibly relying on his help a lot, as right away it's painfully obvious that her physical strength is next to nothing.

Breathing heavily inside the room, Jaspers instinctively climbs over towards her side and reassuringly brushes against her leg. With a quick pat to their head, Celeste was intent to show as little weakness as possible, starting to walk over towards the Rotom with a curious expression on her face despite how her legs felt like jelly.

"Look at you..." She spoke softly, gently placing a hand on the glass. The Rotom seemed definitely skittish over the sudden strangers into the room, attempting to escape from the glass away from her. "Shhhh, It's okay little guy. Momma's here to take you someplace safe." It was of course at that moment she decided she wanted to keep him, nothing could sway her decision.

Looking back at Gavin briefly, she spoke with the same quiet voice. "Well, what's inside those crates?"


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Artwork, interesting. Even bootleg artwork could sell for quite a bit, especially if they could peddle them as the real thing. Regardless, she was willing to put at least some belief into the thought that they might indeed be genuine. With the idea of a hefty profit lifting her mood and distracting away from her current out of breath state, she returned her attention towards the Shiny Rotom within the glass case.

It was incredibly skittish, staring at her with nervous eyes. She paused, slowly rubbing her chin in thought. She could simply toss a Pokeball in and hope it captures the Rotom, but then there was the risk of it escaping. It was much more important to build up trust with the Pokemon, as compared to trying to brute force its capture. Grabbing the small phone within her pocket, Celeste simply slid the silenced device into the glass cage almost as if it was an offering.

"Come on little guy... Let me take you out of here and somewhere nice." Before she could even react, the Rotom quickly possessed the phone with its unique abilities as a wide smile spread across her face. Perhaps it was simply happy to see technology again after being locked up for so long, but at least now they were easy to keep track of for the moment. Returning her phone, she glanced at the Lucario and the Golisopod sent out to help carry.

Celeste immediately knew she wouldn't be helpful carrying any of the heavy boxes. No doubt he would have realized that after helping her in, but she was more than grateful he didn't acknowledge it at all. Rather than dwell on it or explain her weaknesses, she quickly spoke. "I'll focus on keeping an eye out. Make sure nobody notices what we are doing, and if they do, I'll put them right back to sleep." With that, she sent out her Haunter as well.

Speaking to her pokemon with a quiet tone, Celeste's eyes carefully scanned the apartment once more. "Sneak around, remain quiet, report to me if anyone even so much as moves inside their apartments after you take care of them." With an eerie grin from her two ghost pokemon, the Haunter and the Misdreavius floated out into the hallway slowly, patrolling the empty halls.

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