[attr="class","witness"]Unlike most policemen, Abner didn't have a trusty canine at his side. If only because he found there were a lot of other pokemon in his arsenal that were better than a canine would be. Though, he had to admit, the idea of like an attack houndoom would be pretty tight.

Either way, he's distracted from those thoughts by the woman cracking a whip before him. There's a dangerous grin playing his features. Do they know who one another is? Well, they're about to, at any rate.

Because he'd recognize that damn red suit anywhere. So many fucking zippers!

"Pussy cat, pussy cat." Abner's grin was wider than a gengar's. "How about you come in quietly. Hate to have to use force on a pretty kitty like you."

Despite his words, a gabite is tossed out from his belt and lets out a mighty screeching calling.

giada morgan - poke-trafficking mission

[attr="class","witness"]Gar's all too tempted by that giant electric lion. Daring it to come toward her. She'd love to sink her teeth into it's fur, but for now, she'd have to attack at a safe distance. For its teeth are just as sharp as hers. Seems her trainer reads into this as well, since he gave her a simple command with that ever delightful grin of his.

"Sandstorm."

To possibly get rid of the rain, or maybe make a muddy situation, Gar is quick to unleash that sand storm while Asher moves a pair of goggles up to his face, to stop his eyes from getting any sand in them during the storm.

"How about that for an obstacle?"

He calls out into the sandstorm, purposing to make his way forward toward her. They can hardly see, though his gabite is able to due to her typing and overall build. She was bred to withstand such conditions and expertly see through the sand. Her accuracy wouldn't be affected by the sandstorm, and she readied herself for another attack if it was needed.

giada morgan

[attr="class","witness"]Hearing the metal has him itchy. He immediately follows after, though stops with the discharge. His gabite does not, unaffected thanks to her typing. She quickly follows behind and gives a cry of excitement when the galarian crazed snowman makes itself known.

Abner's last to the scene and his eyes widen. How in the hell could they have missed that?! Oh, but he's not shocked, he's excited.

What a wonderful harbinger of chaos that was! And the best part, he had his pussy cat here. He made his way over to take her by the arms, quickly commanding his gabite.

"Dual chop!"

As the gabite commenced battle with that crazy ass darmanitan, Abner leaned to give his pussycat a small message.

"Catch that for me, pretty kitty, and I'll let you bleed me all you want tonight."

giada morgan

[attr="class","witness"]With a whistle, Gar stops her movements against the galarian darmanitan only to make her way back over to Abner, breathing heavily, and grinning. Liquid that was once snow drips from her fangs. That snowman tasted good.

Abner recalls the crazy gabite before watching the girl at work and looking around. There's a noctowl above them, circling the area and keeping watch while Abner keeps watch from his position behind the woman and the snowman. He watches her attempt at capture, then it's success, just in time for Noct to let loose a hoot, and it's Abner's signal. The actual real police are on their way.

"Alright pussycat," he smirks at her before opening his arms wide for her. "Rough me up before you go, huh? Make it look like a real struggle?"

giada morgan

[attr="class","witness"]Each strike makes his grin grow. Each moment she's torturing him, he's enjoying it. This is their game, their shared interest. Something about the pain makes him feel more alive than sex, drugs, or alcohol. Nothing burns like it. Nothing tastes like it, and he's acquired quite the addiction to it.

Pain, that is. Giada's become a favorite harbinger of it, that's for sure.

Once she's finished, he's a bloodied mess on the ground and he's grinning. He can't get the cuffs out, she's been too brutal, and the sound of barking police dogs and the caw of his noctowl is their final call. The noctowl is clever enough to snatch that pokeball and bring it to her master on the ground, who collapses the thing and puts it under his hat before returning the noctowl to his belt.

"See ya a home."

It's all he manages before he lets himself pass out. More convincing a story that way, after all.

giada morgan - fin / submitted!