doing this with Raphael Pryde

ACTIVITY CHECK

• player/ooc name: lackadaisy
• character tags: siobhan burke , @zola , @nikita , @shiloh , @tallulah , Alice Godfrey , @ciri , @dutch
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): ivy ashton
• ic posts for characters: shiloh is exempt.
  siobhan, zola, nikita, tallulah, alice, ciri, dutch
• any notes/comments: ilu

survivors.

she would call them that too. not victims by any means. she shrugs as well, shaking the smoothie container. it's almost empty now. "researching lore and myth" she replies easily "the region has gathered a plethora of them from other lands."

Legendary beasts coming from different regions, clashing with the natives and foreign concepts. "I also write" but she hadn't been doing much of that lately "when I have time." publishing anything was her true dream.

apparently her Whimiscott had better ideas. drifting above the crowd of surfers, the fairy-type would let loose a billow of air. Siobhan would briefly rise above the grabby hands, grateful, before being thrown back to the earth. her Pokemon was getting hyped by the action and energy the crowd displayed. she wondered just how long this would go on...

TEAM CROWD SURF;
used hurricane (110)
720 - 110 = 610

moves;
cotton guard (10). growth. cotton spore.
hurricane (110). moonblast. giga drain.

"I see" it was a simple reply at first, her eyes drifting over the area before snapping back. "but if I was to obtain Avatar Status" Siobhan begins, her eyes clouding "would there be a time I would be eliminated by your organization?" or did Remiel ever go after the League? would he betray and kill his own Rockets? must she bend the knee to his ideals? would she have to tether whatever god was partnered with her?

she didn't think she could, but it was a matter of what - and when - this whole power surge would happen. a god could reject Siobhan. could it see through her if she joined Remiel's SPECTRE? would it be willing to battle on behalf of humans, killing or detaining other Legendries? surely if Rocket gave her such power, she would feel loyal to them. not Remiel. but... she didn't know either. she really didn't. Remiel more than Rocket, if she was fair.

"you mean to give me power and then ask me to join your group" Siobhan repeats his interests "so I can be used as a weapon." her voice was matter-of-fact or lifeless; one could never tell. t'was difficult to even suggest she was upset by this notion.

-skip-

before she could elaborate, he had thanked her and turned. and before she could protest, he was already gone. Siobhan bit her lip, wondering if she really managed to insult him this time. it wasn't like she was even trying - the remark had been a compliment. in the end, she sighs slightly, focusing on the Corsola as it plays in the water.

Remiel would reappear after he was done whatever he wanted to do. changing the subject, he asks if the Corsola was ready to be submerged. Siobhan wanted to say her piece now but resisted. giving a little shrug, she'd begin to submerge her own body. the locks of blue hair around her face floated effortless on the water's surface before they too went under.

the Corsola would look around, spotting Siobhan under the water. not willing to give her new friend up, she'd follow. a happy few bubbles escaped from the water-type's mouth as it floated around the human woman. it felt strange to be in an indoor swimming pool in summer. perhaps it was time to head to the beach after all? after a minute -

the pair would remerge. Siobhan didn't bother shaking her hair free of water, nor her face. water dripped leisurely in her sight. the only thing she did do was make a face before blowing her lips, accidentally tasting the chlorine of the pool. yuck. underneath her, the Corsola would happily swim around the two humans.

"who knows?" the blue-haired woman breathes idly, shrugging "maybe next time I'm in a bathing suit, I'll have a few scars as well." she smirks a bit before turning away, not really bothered if the cuts caress her skin. she is not very vain in that regard.

"Greetings, Killian."

she sat more upright at the man's entrance. he was not much older than her, but had risen in the ranks faster than her. recalling Remiel's words about her showing 'potenial', she only hoped to be of use in this job. Siobhan shakes her head. "3 AM is prime time for ghosts of any kind to reveal themselves" she informs him quietly "it is known as the witching hour."

though different scholars assumed as early as midnight, Siobhan would steer toward the highest peak melatonin was released into the dark. it attracted specters easily. the woman gently pushed off the chair. "shall we begin?" musing over what Pokemon to help her, she would call out her Dreepy. the spook had been invaluable in hunting down ghosts lately.

2/5

her lips frowned, uncertain on how to react. "they are?" but she does not pose it as a question, not really. Siobhan raises a hand to her Clear Bell replica, fidgeting slightly. she should be proud. she should be elated. happy that she was making waves.

she wasn't.

outside of all the wrong things Rocket had done to Pokémon, she could only assume they'd acquire a legendary Pokémon the wrong way too. she wanted one to notice her naturally. she wanted a sort of bond with it. not one that was forced and tethered.

"and where has that led you so far?" she asks, watching him capture the Paras. she approaches the Eldegoss' Pokeball and pockets it. Poe lands on one of the branches overhead, peering down at the humans.

-skip-

"no."

she bites back a sigh. there was always a clog working beneath the human mind. some sort of plan, some sort of obtainability. there was always something a human being could do differently, and they didn't. they always seemed to disappoint her. "not yet, anyway."

there had to be some one or some people out there that did. but she didn't have hope for it. watching as the Buizel coaxes the Corsola, she is quick to walk toward the flailing water-type again. moving her hands once more under it.

the Corsola calms down after the Buizel had pulled her away, trilling once more happily. Siobhan doubts she'd find such people in Rocket but resists pointing it out. "your scars" she begins again, glancing away -

hypersensitive to Remiel's slight reluctance at her casual look -

"they suit you."

though she was sorry he was ever hurt that badly, there was a saying. wear your scars honorably. wear them well and remember your past deeds and mistakes. those cuts that would never heal properly were badges of honor. of a fight that was not yet done.

a ghost, haunting the submarine that Rocket made its base? she would have to investigate. the medical bay was a good place to start, for themes of death and suffering could cause a spike in activity. how many 'useless' grunts had been brought here, only to die? how many Pokémon had they been unable to save? Siobhan had to at least try.

heels clicking against the empty hall, she would check her cellphone. three a.m. on the dot. the witching hour. many believed this was when an entity was most active. she would start here. pushing open the medical bay's doors, she entered. apparently, another person had been assigned to the job as well. though she cannot fathom who it might be. it wasn't like she went out of her way to be engaging.

taking a seat on a chair, she waited.

1/5

taking as an OPEN

Remiel seemed a bit surprised by her flustered answer. "humans should not covet a god's power" Siobhan utters quietly "if I talk about meeting them; it most likely will not happen. why should I hope for it?" it was clear, however, that she did want to meet the legendary Pokémon. her own insecurities aside, she wanted the power. she wanted to be... important. in some small way. perhaps she wanted to prove herself worthy.

"you must think it silly" she utters "yes, I would enjoy the bond with a god. I would... like to know them. to record their exploits. to form a friendship" Siobhan's cheeks turn slightly pink "but I should not talk about such ambitions. it seems childish" she fidgeted lightly, raising a hand to brush at her blue hair. "especially in, ah, our organization." where she knew talking about power and obtaining it was different. very different.

actions spoke louder than words. she was not worthy.

Eldegoss would flicker across her view of vision in that moment, saving her more embarrassment. with a word, she'd pluck Poe's Pokeball from her belt and release the Corviknight. it went to assault the Galarian Pokemon in a flurry of Drill Pecks. the Eldegoss fainted easily and she'd toss a spare Pokeball at it.

/ capture attempt

she was here to look for more fairy-types.

so far, her solo excursions into the wilderness did not provide fruitful enough. with her was Tyrant, the little shiny Mareanie. he puffed his cheeks out at the crunching nose. yes, she heard it too. turning, she would spot a boy and his dog. how cliché. "looking for Pokémon?" Siobhan straightened up on the path, turning to face the blond haired kid.

maybe not so much a kid but more of a baby-face. she could not tell his exact age. he seemed to be new at this, or was he like her? did she merely hear rumors of fairy-types here? the woman waits for him to answer, or not. she did not mind company in this particular day, but if he was irksome she would merely walk away. leave him be, and hope he could leave her be as well.