Lex had been asked to acquire some steel-types for some sort of experiment or research or whatever. Lex, being Lex, she didn’t asked questions. She never did. The why was rarely important to her. A request is made, and she delivers. Plus, she has no desire to be a part of any science experiments.

She expects to find Killian Decker waiting for her, but instead she finds priam conrad. There’s a subtle sting of annoyance. Who the fuck is this?

Her attention doesn’t remain on Priam long. Instead, it moves towards a brilliant, burning furnace on the other side of a glass wall. The air ripples with heat and a steady hum rattles the air.

priam conrad

Every day the news is sprinkled with the ever-growing hum of legendary sightings. New avatars seem to be popping out of the woodwork. Puppets, the lot of them.

It’s frustrating to read. There are mixed feelings between a desire for strength but absolute independence. So far, her encounters with avatars have been less than ideal. She’s been a victim to the darker side. Being fused with the powers of a deity is unnatural, and their intentions unclear.

One thing made the pit in her stomach grow. Not jealousy, but fear. They are powerful, too powerful. But no one is invincible.

“Ridiculous,” she hisses, tossing the front page of this morning’s paper across the counter before reaching for her coffee again. There’s a lovely picture of the AQUA Initiative members spliced together like a superhero team, ready to take on what ‘evil’ lurks past the strange happenings in Hoenn.

It encourages the public to worship them like gods. They’re not, they’re just human.

Killian Decker

Amber eyes trail along the path’s edge. It’s dark, and the shadows tend to play tricks with the mind at this time of night. One flexes and tilts, a black eye lid peeling away to reveal a glowing white sclera.

It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust. The Joltik’s have already made out the shape of an Unown-W. Lex isn’t too familiar with the creatures, but she knows there are Rockets hunting for them. Something about a device or something. Who knows. Science isn’t her thing. Acquiring what people desired? That was her specialty.

A sharp whistle sends the Joltik leaping off her shoulder. The Unown’s eye glows but not quick enough to conjure up the HUDDEN POWER needed to knock the spider back quick enough. The electric-type’s body snaps to life, sparks dancing off it’s yellow fur as an ELECTROWEB flied forward, snaring the pokemon in its grip. Lex quickly followed with an empty pokeball, watching it vibrate and roll across the ground before coming to a stop, and a hopeful capture.

Solo Wild
Catch Attempt!

Lex finds herself out late, again. She relishes in the cold night air, it’s refreshing. A much welcome change from the dry heat of Lavaridge. She doesn’t dislike Lavaridge, but a change is always welcome. A small Joltik clings to her back, its COMPOUND EYES peering over her shoulder. An empty pokeball already rests in her palm. She came here with a purpose.

Solo Wild
Psychic/Ghost Spawn Please ^_^

That fucking bastard.

She recognizes the trap the moment she sees the room empty, void of any guards or personnel manning the several computers that sit on top of desks. Still, the slamming of the metallic door makes her jumps. Trapped. Like a Litten in a cage. Her heart rate rises, thrumming in her ears while vents cracks open and Ariados come pouring into the room.

Fuck.

Spectrier responds with a HAZE, OBSCURING the room in a white mist thick enough to leave the viewers anxious. Shadow dance through it. Some large, some small. Flashed of pink PSYCHIC energy come from both the Spectreir and the Shadow Gardevoir. If Smoke was all she had, the swarm would have been smart. INSOMNIA made them immune to her usual tactics and the Gengar would have been overwhelmed in addition to Thorn.

Kaito, having an ego as large as the sun, doesn’t react to Killian’s taunt. He’s above that, above Killian. The information broker had proven useful in the past but now he’s just a menace along with his harlot. Admittedly, there were parts of him that regretted having to make this decision. If only they could see things clearly, accept his authority. The HAZE is frustrating. He wanted to watch. It’s also unsettling, what was that horse pokemon?

His frustration manifests slightly when his gaze snaps towards Killian, “I know hoe Rocket works,” He’s not stupid, if he was how had he becomes so successful? “I’ve watched Rocket come and go for years. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from them . . . it’s that you’re replaceable. You all are,” he motions towards the screen, towards Lex, towards his goons as a whole. Was it a pain in the ass to lose a talented pawn? Yes. But there were a dozen more lined up to take their place. His grin grows as he peers through the heavy cigar and cigarette smoke, “I’m never alone, Decker.”

As the haze dissipates, the shadows become more clear. The room is littered in the corpses of Ariados, crushed by PSYCHIC or split in two by the sharp blade of PSYCHO CUT. The woman’s body language is unmistakable. She’s angry, very angry. Part of her body suit are torn and a dark red line across her cheek indicates she didn’t come out unscathed. She stalks across the room, a Rotom buzzing by her side. It cracks with electricity before it disappears into the computer at the main desk.

“Bitch,” Kaito hisses, leaning closer to absorb the scene, “Lex has new toys,” he growls, inspecting the haunting figures of the Gardevoir and Spectrier.
Digit, the Rotom, buzzes through the main circuits, breaking the few barrier that stand between it and the casino’s electronic security. There aren’t many firewalls between the head administrator’s computer and the casino’s main frame. It plants a virus that spreads like a wildfire before popping back out and into its pokeball.

On the casino’s main floor, the electronic slot machines blink momentarily before seemingly returning to normal. A patron presses a button, lining up a row of 7’s. It buzzes to life, chiming and singing to indicate a win. Another rings out from across the floor. And another, and another. More join in, quickly noticing the pattern and placing a bet within the machines. 10’s of thousands of dollars quickly becomes 100’s as each machine dishes out a wining roll.

The chaos can’t reach the soundproof basement they find themselves in, but it won’t be long until Kaito’s phone is blowing up. It’s the simple, smug smile on Lex’s face that drives him to shoo away the woman that escorted Killian to him, “Find her and kill her.”

Killian Decker

The soft clink of their glasses followed by the tap against the bar is a familiar procedure before Lex shots down the bitter whiskey. Despite it being her regular drink, the cheap stuff stings. It involuntary, and he face twists into something sour. It’s a burns he use to be able to handle without flinching, but time away and better booze has lowered her tolerance for it. She nods in agreement with Killian – she doesn’t miss that either.

A hand gently slides her own glass back towards Killian’s so Tony can scoop them up and place them back behind the bar. His question makes the redhead smile behind the burn of the whiskey. Honestly, she’s eager to share the news with someone that pulled them into a familiar, comforting past. She is content relishing in the good news of the present.

After shooting Killian and small grin she raises her left hand, slapping it down onto the bar. Her fourth finger wiggles, drawing his attention to the glimmering diamond ring that still held its shine despite being in the dimly lit establishment.

“Well, damn! It’s about time!” he moves to collect a higher shelf whiskey, no doubt in celebration, “Careful wit that ‘round here, someone might try ta cut it right off yer finger,” he pours three more shots.

Killian Decker

December? Lex sinks into thought, silent for a moment while she contemplates what she’s up to in December. It’s quite a ways away, and typically she didn’t plan that far ahead. As of right now, nothing big stuck out in her memory. With a sift tilt of her head shrugs her shoulders, “I don’t have anything big going on in December, I’m sure I can spare a few days for travel,” Surely Killain wouldn’t bitch about it. Of course, that depends on where they are traveling too, “Where would we go?” Not Johto she hopes. Although, with Kaito in Hoenn, Johto isn’t as dangerous anymore.

Remiel Calcifet
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909-75= 834

“Hm,” she dwells on the answer for a moment, taking a sip of the alcohol before shrugging her shoulders, making the answer to his question clear, “I guess I don’t see the appeal. What makes it enjoyable if you just . . . release them?” What’s the point? Seemed kind of boring.

THEO BECKETT
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113-135 = -22

I lose <3

Convenience. Sometimes, you couldn’t beat that, especially with a busy schedule. There was something nice about this though, “It is kinda fun to watch the water hiss,” she admits with a coy smile, letting her gaze drift back over to the water basin and the simple satisfaction she got from pouring it over the coals.

She settles back onto the warm wood, sinking into a more relaxed state. Small talk really isn’t her strong suit, so she break into it with another boring, common question, “What is it that you do, Mars?” after a moment she adds, “For work,” if that wasn’t clear.

Martín del Mar
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836-22= 814

Lex hadn’t taken much time to pay attention to who it was she was making demands of. The woman she doesn’t recognize, but FERNANDO SILPH is hard to miss. Lulu’s voice cuts through the shadows and confirms her assumption. Lex has zero, absolutely zero, desire to pick a fight with Fernando. She’s not stupid . . . most of the time. There is a quiet sense of relief when Lulu arrives. For once, she’d happy to see Darkrai’s champion. Killian’s army of rats means he isn’t too far behind.

Its Lulu’s arrival that sparks the councilman into action. A practiced, deep command. She’s heard that before. Lex wastes no time cracking open the pokeball. The flash of light that normally accompanies the action is lost with this Shadow Pokemon. Instead, the Gardevoir leaks from the sphere in a dark, spectral mist, dripping into her ethereal form like viscous shadow.

Lex hisses at the flash of light, recoiling back into a shadow as the world dances with dots in front of her. A pair of crimson eyes snap open, rising to float above the dark grass at the base of the tree. The Gardevoir’s tattered and maimed dress billows in the rather stagnant air. Her presence is cold, lifeless, eerie. The air is suddenly pierced with as shrill, bone chilling shriek of the ghost. She disapproves of her master’s sudden discomfort.

A penchant towards violence drives her to raise her hand. Long spidery fingers stretch towards freya morningstar. PSYCHIC energy stretches out, attempting to fall on the woman like a heavy weight, suffocating, trying to tear her off her steed’s back and onto the grass in one fluid motion. She still needs to pay the price.

Killian Decker & FERNANDO SILPH & illeana reyes & freya morningstar & THEO BECKETT & Lulu Flint

Baby’s FRIEND GUARD ability is activated!
S!Gardevoir attempts to tear freya morningstar off her Salamance with PSYCHIC

She leans against a large root, silent, calm, meditating, almost. Lost in silence and thoughts bring her a sense of clarity that keeps her grounded. She is, until voices break her concentration. As if jolted awake, she sits up suddenly. The rush of cool air fills her lungs, bringing about a spark of renewed energy. Lex sits in silence for a moment, letting the voices travel on the still air. The steady hum of the tree’s energy is only thing that breaks it . . . Until a shadow dashes in front of her . . . and then another.

Killian Decker’s army of rodents dashes across the forest’s floor. Something is wrong. They are not welcome.

Rising to her feet, the woman stalks forward. The backpack on her back stirs, Baby awaking from her slumber and peering over the red head’s shoulder. Shadows obscure her from sight until she wants to be made known. Amber eyes glow from the darkness as the dull light of the tree casts a grave shadow across her hard features. If the Raticate didn’t make the message clear enough, she would, “You’re not welcome. Leave.” There’d be no snacks for freya morningstar’s beasts tonight. A pokeball rolls readily between her fingertips.

Killian Decker FERNANDO SILPH illeana reyes freya morningstar