Finally, there is release. As soon as the pressure releases, Lex pulls away. Fingernails turn their attention from the alien to the carpet, driving into the plush rug to drag her backwards and away from Killian.

What the fuck just happened?

Her amber eyes are wide, crimson hair a mess, and beads of sweat pooling at her brow. The way she looks at Killain is alarming, mostly filled with terror, confusion, and desperation to understand.

Did her eyes deceive her? Did his arm change into that . . . thing?

His comfort is met with resistance. She flinches away, sputtering out a “No,” before pulling herself even further away from him. She’s speechless, broken. Her lips part slightly to respond but nothing comes out.

After a moment of simply staring at him, there’s not much left to say except, “What the fuck was that, Killian?” Is this even Killian? Or an imposter in his place?

Killian Decker

As tedious as baking can be, its methodical actions bring a sense of comfort to a life that seems to be constantly spinning out of control. Perhaps that’s what drive Lex to the Rocket Kitchen rather than her own at home. Home didn’t quite feel like home anymore. There’s an intruder, an unwanted pest crawling under the skin of one person she loved most in this world. What she needed was a distraction while she came to terms with it. Hence, the baking.

So lost in her own thoughts, she didn’t notice Gavin enter the kitchen. The small Eevee curled up on a small bed in the corner did though. Endless stirred, lifting her head slowly from her nap. One by one her ears flicked forward, dark eyes fixating on the entrance way before he had the chance to speak.

His voice broke her concentration on the batter in the mixing bowl. She was carrying it, cradling it in one arm and stirring with the other. She turned entirely towards Gavin, blinking before glancing down at the concoction. A grin tugged at the corner of her lips, “Ahhh, yes, I thought he took credit for that,” She knew she was doing it to distract herself but she wasn’t quite willing to admit it. She shrugged her shoulders, “Thought it would be a nice treat.”

Cillian Quinn

Who would have thought that the Seviper head-shattering, grumpy, reclusive thief was in the least bit domestic? Really, only Killian Decker was lucky enough to see that side of her.

But a few months ago, she prepared some special brownies for Killian and the other executives of the organization. They were a hit with the bosses. Enough so that she thought a nice Valentine’s treat to them may be some brownies. Special brownies, of course.

The small kitchen for personal use just outside the dinning halls was filled with the rich aroma of dark chocolate and herbs. The oven chimed, indicating it was at temperature. Lex had already completed preparing the necessary ingredients and was currently on to mixing the batter.

Affection's Confections Mission
@open <3

With quite the dramatic blow, Lex is successful in shattering the head of the snake, thanks to Rowan Wrynn and Suicune for freezing it solid. As the flesh shatters, she falls with it, landing with a heavy thud onto the treetop alongside the jagged pieces of flesh, skull, and frozen blood. Her eyes fixate on her pale green hands. Perhaps having some sort of power isn’t so bad . . . as long as you can control it.

A sharp screech from the Braviary cuts through the air. Her blood clone, boiling and melting from the previous HEAT WAVE, staggers toward her with malintent. From the air comes sharp talons. The CRUSH CLAW grabs ahold of the clone before it reaches its target. The raptor’s strong talons rip and tear, shredding the imposter Lex into a mess of crimson across the shards of the Seviper beneath them.

A bloody Lex smiles, nodding in approval, “Let’s get the hell outta here,” she can already see Killian Decker near the portal’s entrance. With one swift motion she leaps onto the Braviary’s back and two rise into the air, diving towards the Portal that hopefully lead back to their world.

Lex is like “hell yeah”
Hops on Aubie and gets the f outta there

It’s him. . . But it isn’t him. Jed can see that. It’s confusing and it’s too much to handle for him. Another deep growl rumbles through his throat in frustration. The fire the drips from his maw ceases, but he paces anxiously, grumbling and glaring at Killian and the thing leaking out of him.

Lex, on the other hand, can barely hear him. His voice is there, but she doesn’t register the words. She’s frantic, confused, threatened. The pressure increases, literally squeezing the tears out of her eyes. Her fingers continue to claw at the material, trying as hard as she can to rip this thing off her.

“K – K – Killian,” she manages between sobs, “H-Help me.”

Killian Decker

It’s been a while since she sat at this bar. It felt good to be back. Honestly, it was the first place that felt like home when she moved to Hoenn. Moving from Slateport and diving into the depths of the organization had left her with very little free time. Of course, she still worked with virgil roach, but she hadn’t spent much time topside.

Lex is one, maybe two, deep at this point. The empty glass glides gently from her fingertips and into the hand of the waiting hand of the bartender, “Another, please,” Ruby lips curl into a pleasant smile as her eyes drift up towards the top shelf. The bartender pours the whiskey and Lex happily takes the glass.

“Well, if it isn’t the reigning champ,” she smiles, leaning casually to face FERNANDO SILPH. Lex too had participate dint he pool tournament. Unlike Fernando, she was out the first round. Made a pretty terrible show of herself, “I’m comin’ for ya, this time.”]

FERNANDO SILPH

She thinks on it, silently sunken into the hot bath. It brings comfort despite the simplicity of it. He probably wouldn’t take note, but her shoulders shrug beneath the foggy surface, “No, as long as we can get good information,” She expected that would not be a problem. It’s dangerous to assume but she did so anyway. If Remiel had a vested interest in these artifacts, he probably knew how to get the information they needed to make the endeavor successful. If not, Killian Decker could probably wrangle up the information that they needed, “How many people are involved int this?” she asks with judgment behind her eyes. Too many cooks in the kitchen never fared well in her experience.

Remiel Calcifet
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821-39 = 782

The defog aids the other attempts form the rockets to clear the putrid fog. The darkness lifts, revealing the snake in all its glory. Despite the barrage of attacks, the serpent’s wounds seem to heal. Even with Yveltal and Lugia coming to the aid of their champions, there’s a sense of hopelessness that twists inside her stomach.

The pit only grows deeper as the grotesque form of Deoxys spews from Killian Decker’s mouth. It’s surprising, unnerving, and absolutely sickening. A hot wave of anger flashed through her ghostly form. It reminds her again he’s no longer hers.

Sharp heels drive into Aubie’s side. The force make the raptor screech, lunging forward and up with a strong flap of his wings. His KEEN EYES watch as the Seviper disappears and coils around the forces on the ground.

Blood curls and bubbles from the fissures in the treetop. A number of humanoid figures emerge, one striking a eerie resemblance to herself. It’s not until a rogue, crystalized shard of blood narrowly missed Aubie, that Lex realizes there’s a hostile red head glaring at her for below.

The eagle’s KEEN EYES mark the shards as they keep firing from the blood Lex’s arms. He bobs, weaves, dives, and spins to avoid the fragments. There’s only so much he can do, and it wouldn’t last long.

Cut the head off the snake.

It created the blood copies, defeating it could finish them.

A combination of attacks fly towards the serpent’s head from Rowan Wrynn and Suicune. If successfully frozen, the tissue could be shattered, “Kill her,” she growls, finding purchase upon the Braviary’s back. With a push Lex jumps, aiming herself towards the Serpent’s (hopefully) frozen head. Gravity pulls her down, aided by the HIGH HORSEPOWER that consumes her.

Aubie also dives, letting gravity carry him towards the false Lex. Heat rises, a combination of fury and HEAT WAVE launches towards the copycat, aiming to dry her up solid and keep her from launching any attacks on the real Lex.

Lex jumps off Aubie and attempts to shatter the Seviper’s frozen head (thanks to Rowan Wrynn and Suicune) with a HIGH HORSEPOWER
Aubie usesHEAT WAVE to keep Lex’s blood copy at bay

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Using my last Salac, keeping the 98 =)

Her lips curls into a satisfied smile at the mention of a palace. Sounded like a wonderful place to rob. Lex sinks lower, letting the bubbles of the sauna tickle her lips as her red hair spread out on the surface behind her, “I’ve never been to Galar,” she muses out loud, tilting her head up to allow herself to speak.

“I assume you know this palace well?” the artifacts didn’t interest her, but they would probably interest Killian Decker. As long as she was paid fairly and got a say in planning the operation (so it didn’t go to shit), she’d be content with the assignment.

Remiel Calcifet
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834-13= 821

A treasure heist? That sounds lucrative . . . and exciting. He certainly has Lex intrigued. The subtle start of a grin pulls at the corner of her lips as the thought sinks its roots into her. She follows suit, setting the box down beside that of the Ambassador’s. The Shadow Gardevoir had finished her task, stacking the boxes neatly with the help of her psychic typing. The thief’s twin sets its box on top of hers.

The real Lex reaches forward, accepting the card from him. It’s clean, elegant, pristine. It’s carefully tucked away in her pocket as amber eyes flick back up to meet his, “I understand,” being so involved in intel, she certainly knows when there are more ear than wanted lurking about. She’d patiently wait to hear more details on the subject, “I look forward to working with you, Remiel,” she smiles with a polite nod before he departs.

A sharp whistle calls the Gardevoir to her. A ghostly hands stretches out to rest on her shoulder and the shoulder of her mirror image. As Remiel disappears, so do they in a flash of light to TELEPORT back to headquarters.

Remiel Calcifet

roll me, bby <3

LUCKEY LETTERS 2022

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Johto. Goldenrod Casino. Flashback

He’s not Killian, and she’s in over her head. That much is clear.

Air become scarce, and her eyes grow wide in panic. He’s looking for submission, to break her. She’s defiant, but when you head pounds and lungs burn, it’s hard to resist the simple need to breath. For a moment, understanding flashes through her eyes and that’s when his grip lets up.

A gasp fills her lungs with precious air as she rolls over and out of the chair. He’s already stand, smoothing out the wrinkles in the suit jacket. A sweet smile crosses his lips as a hand reaches out, “We’ll help each other, Lex. Together we can flourish,” the smiles fades to neutral when she helps herself up, righting the chair was a frustrated flick of her wrist, “I don’t do that anymore,” Which is true. She plops back down into the chair, a hand tenderly rubbing the flushed skin around her throat.

“Hm, is that so?” he sounds disappointed as he rounds the desk, settling back into his own chair, “I think you do. You don’t want to just stay a cocktail waitress now, do you?”

“If it means staying out of the business, then yeah, yeah I do.” Stay safe, stay clean, take care of mom.

“It would be a raise,” his lips flash into a smile, “A raise comes with perks. Let’s see . . .” she fishes through a few papers on his desk, settling on a bill, a healthcare bill, “With a raise I may be able to get you a home nurse for you mom . . . Wouldn’t that be nice, hm?”

It’s as if he read her mind. It isn’t difficult to know what her intentions are, where her priorities lie. She snatches the paper off the desk, skimming it with a neutral gaze.

“Healthcare is expensive and prices are going up . . . I don’t think you’ll be able to afford any care on your current . . . salary.”

There it is: the ultimatum.