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The Night Market was still being repaired after the New Year's Bombing.[break][break]

That was what brought Bailey Cooper to this destroyed slice of Slateport, her police badge latched to her belt as she sipped her coffee and left from the latest construction site—another body had been found in the ruble, and as she stepped underneath the yellow tape, she knew that she would have another report to write up when she stopped by evergrande.[break][break]

Elite Four responsibilities would have to come tomorrow.[break][break]

She sipped the black coffee, staring at the sight of the Night Market through her shades, finding it weird to be here in the middle of the day.[break][break]

And that was when she heard the sound of breaking glass.[break][break]

She arrived to the scene of the crime by Togekiss, drifting down into the middle of the street as if her fairy-type had been a glider—combat boots crunching across the ground.[break][break]

“Slateport PD!” She would shout, and watched as the crowd scattered like fleas.[break][break]

With their parting, she could catch sight of the scene unfolding, and the bleeding man on the ground.[break][break]

Tink, the Togekiss, raised her wings from Bailey's back. “Hands where I can see 'em!”

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Wait, Rocket?[break][break]

Bailey Cooper has a fraction of a second to let surprise rise to her features—a grunt was still stirring up trouble? Even with the death of their original leader, SILAS BLACKWELL ? It was a name she had not been expecting to hear.[break][break]

Months later, and their members were still slithering in the dark.[break][break]

In the cracks and crevices left by a war that had almost ripped hoenn apart, she can still find remnants. She can only presume it was because crime was all that these grunts knew—or all that they loved.[break][break]

“Frick! We got a teleporter!” but she cannot give chase. not immediately.[break][break]

Tink had to be diverted. Instead of having a chance to unleash an attack, the fairy-type would be sent to the injured man. “Get him out of here,” because he was a witness and there would be questions to be asked.[break][break]

That decision had cost her time, but it had to be done.[break][break]

It was only when she can hear the vicious burst of wind from her togekiss' extreme speed that the elite four member twisted on her heel, chasing after the direction the girl had run.[break][break]

She rounded the corner, sucking in air as she broke into a mad dash.

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Bailey would not fare much better.[break][break]

Long gone were the days of basic training, where she was a fresh cadet made to run laps. No, for bailey cooper, being on the beat meant cruising on her motorcycle, chowing down donuts and procrastinating her reports. Chasing down criminal offenders had not been on her agenda for months.[break][break]

“Aaaah—my fucking legs!” somehow, cursing made her feel better. “Fuuuuuuck!”[break][break]

But as she yelled her expletives, she sucked in a breath right as she went into a cloud of purple smoke.[break][break]

Yelling was replace with gagging—and as she choked, her cough would suck in more of the disgusting fumes. Why did it smell like five-week old pancham express?[break][break]

The vile smoke brought tears to her eyes, and her hand rustled through her leather jacket to find the right capsule.[break][break]

The alleyway suddenly became more cramp as her scolipede was deployed. “Rollie!” and without another word, she would mount the poison-type as she clasped a hand to her mouth, her fingers finding a gap in his chitin armor to hold onto.[break][break]

The poison gas had an effect, but it left a trail. The scolipede would follow, letting its countless legs do the hard work as it scuttled through the narrow network, easily breathing in the fumes without worry—carrying a poison type could have its advantages.[break][break]

Bailey was not so lucky, and it was only when they burst into the next street that they can separate from the brume—her hands trying to fetch an antidote from her pouch. That shit worked on pokemon. It'd work on humans too, right?[break][break]

Fuck no, it didn't, and she spat out the blue liquid and felt the urge to vomit.[break][break]

“I'm gonna be sick,” and her gaze would only focus upward when she'd spy the swaying of smoke from a rooftop. “I hate my job.” why did this one have to be clever?[break][break]

There was a moment of admiration—she had been a pain-in the ass, and she could respect the art. “steamroller,” and the scuttling of scolipede's legs would be unnerving as the insect would pick up the pace, charging across the street and then up the wall of the building.[break][break]

teleport was not a luxury she had access to, and distance would be gradually gained over time. She felt that it could be a losing game, but something stubborn refused to let bailey cooper relent so easily.[break][break]



notes: lmfao im in love w/ this thread

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The climb was fast—scolipede had no trouble traversing the flat expanse of the wall, even if bailey struggled to keep hold of her pokemon. The shift of gravity had not bee kind, and her legs dangled as her grip was the only thing that kept her from plummeting.[break][break]

Hard to do when she felt the urge to keep one hand clasped to her mouth.[break][break]

Surmounting the edge of the roof had been a godsend, as it gave her a chance to stand on her own two feet. A tinge of purple had managed to reach her features, and bailey cooper did not look good as she pointed an accusatory finger to the masked girl standing by the door.[break][break]

Poison was not kind, and traversing that distance had only seemed to worsen its effects. Was this what it was like when she rushed a poisoned pokemon to a pokecenter? Holy shit this sucked.[break][break]

“Well, well, well! Gotcha now!” and she'd take a step forward, unable to hear the girl's voice over her own declaration. “You had a good run, but now it's time to stick your hands up where I can see 'em—”[break][break]

and then the girl was gone—like she had vanished from existence.[break][break]

“Now where'd she fuckkin' go?!”[break][break]

She would be able to hear Bailey's frantic shout from the other side of the doorway—and the fading sound of rapid footsteps that would move away from the stairwell.[break][break]

In the heat of the moment, the elite four member checked the surrounding rooftops and over the sides of the building, wondering if the masked culprit had fled to the streets below.[break][break]

notes: poison has obstructed her last two brain cells

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bailey cursed.[break][break]

losing the trail was not a huge blow to her pride—pursuits had never been her specialty, and atop the roof, she reached for her comm device. “We had an incident,” and she as she relayed the ongoing situation, she continued to curse her luck, knowing that a pokemon with mean look or arena trap would have been perfect for this situation.[break][break]

but she couldn't always be prepared, and she accepted her failing with grace.[break][break]

Next time would be different.[break][break]

“Huh? What was that?” she glanced away from the comm device, just in time to hear the panic and the screaming of the surrounding citizens. From this high peak, they looked like scattering durants. “Fuuuck, what now?”[break][break]

A bomb threat?[break][break]

“Hey, Officer Cooper calling in—we got some bullshit,” and even if that assailant were to reappear, bailey would be too occupied to handle it.[break][break]

There was never a boring day in hoenn. “And bring some antidotes. I think I'm poisoned? Can I die from this?”[break][break]

notes: end <3

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