a few days after her meeting up with Remiel at the Rocket HQ, she would go to the place he requested to meet at. Siobhan had no desire to be late but neither was she looking forward to it. primal energy readings were high and low here - she should be excited. yet the way they parted ways was less than desirable.

it was clear if she didn't play his little games that he went right to business. what he wanted from her as well. Siobhan would tag along until she got out of this debt to the Galarian Ambassador. nothing more was hoped from these excursions, save for a chance to research. as much as she enjoyed debating theories with him, dancing around their words...

it was also annoying. she wished he'd just come out and say what he meant, instead of her pulling his teeth to get it. glancing to and fro, she searched for signs of Remiel Calcifet in the foliage.

the Shuppet's appearance caused her to grin almost happily. as it passed through Jayden, she could not help a soft chuckle. "no" Siobhan agrees "I rather like ghosts" and if the Shuppet was friendly enough to its trainer, she perhaps could let down her guard a bit. ghosts were lonely, seeking companionship. "I see them as a glimpse into the beyond. what wonders could they share with us..."

the young woman pauses. "I came to see if some folklore about the area was true" a gentle shrug "it seems I may go away empty-handed" a wailing banshee of a ghost - either Pokemon or human - and a headless specter "shame; I had wanted to write a piece on it and submit it to an occult magazine..." if she could find the spirits and communicate with them, understand their pull to this place... was it legend or was it recent tragedy? "I went to Petalburg to get some materials."

Siobhan gestured to the bag she wore, stuffed full of papers and writing material he could not see. the Shuppet seemed to... be more in tune with the area. was it picking up on residual energy? "it may just be ghost Pokemon or some bug types playing pranks."

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the beginning of night was a lovely time. a duality between night and day. a sliver of the past hours shining through before nocturne beckoned. she turned at the voice, her stare blank as she gazed upon the young man. "bland enough" Siobhan replies to his inquiry "I prefer a good book over extracurriculars."

that was when she spotted the being. abandoning talk with the human, her attention shifted to the Mareanie. the coloring - different. the hues a brilliant crimson. before the man could react to the shiny specimen, she called out her Corviknight. Poe made quick work of the creature - Hone Claws used to boost his attack before diving forward with Drill Peck.

the Mareanie was felled. Siobhan tossed a Pokeball at it, the light engulfing it. "though it seems your presence is a lucky one" she goes on, turning back to the man "if you have nothing better to do, you may accompany me?"

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she should have left it at that.

she should have really just walked away, but stubbornness (and perhaps guilt) made her pause. it was a brief one, staring at his face for a few seconds before gathering her items. the hefty books were carried by her thin frame expertly as she placed them one after another in her arms. why did she care? why did she even open her mouth? Siobhan didn't even know. the fact his stone-faced expression came back instead of his laughter confused the fuck out of her.

"I" she says "will see you there" Siobhan would confirm the location promptly, sliding off her seat and beginning to walk away. but damn, she had to complicate things. she had to open her big fat mouth again. "and" she does not look at Remiel, her back is turned to the man "I am sorry" fuck, why was this so hard? "you surprised me, that is all." and she didn't like to be touched without consent, even if he had been overly dramatic or whatever.

humans were best left in the dark, but Remiel was trying with her. why? what did he get out of it? how would she 'enhance' his life? he had so much already. what was one often lonely woman to him? her heels clacked as she walked away, back to her room.

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"I do not fear danger."

she says this simply, moving on and almost dismissing it. his tone is a veiled warning, but she does not care to be warned. the fact was, he was no danger to her at the moment. an asset and nothing more. his Pokémon were more important than his presence, effectively finishing the car off while her own assisted them.

"he may be a fine specimen, but he has more training to do before he is considered strong enough to take others on" Siobhan would say with a point. others equaled League folk. she may be indebted to Rocket but she was not going to risk her partners' lives on silly faction wars. not yet. not until they were ready.

and she would be the judge of when.

"I don't personally care who you are" she would say to him honestly. Siobhan would recall her Pokémon after they damaged the car enough "yet you are important to our mutual benefactors" but not to me "the only thing that matters to me, Gavin Merlino, is that you are effective, swift of hand and strong enough to back up your actions."

she shrugs as she pockets the spheres. "you have given me no reason to think anything but that; so I look forward to working with you in the future. as for stories; pick one that would shock me." she lifted a pale hand to wave the Underboss off as she walks away. there was no use declaring his rank in the open like that so she would feint indifference.

or was it real? one could never tell.

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"you speak of the Draconid People" Siobhan would reply promptly, lifting a brow "they are natives of Hoenn, a near forgotten race that once lived in Meteor Falls." a tribe of dragon-type trainers... they inspired descendants and those not related to them even. fascinating. so this man was researching them, or just had a passing interest? either way, she was ever quick to find out.

"I suppose you have a connection to dragons" she would guess "that sparks such curiosity?" all type-masters had their reasons. the Pichu with the man was perhaps a companion. still, she would lean around him to look at the little mouse and give them a soft wave "Rayquaza is a popular folk-hero in this region. one of the grand Trio Masters."

he wanted to know more of what she knew. straightening up, Siobhan gave him a lofty stare. "about Hoenn or other regions? and strictly dragons or typing tales?"

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a Wishiwashi appeared from the water, poking it's head out. Siobhan glanced at the small fish before moving on. there was zero interest in collecting the water-type. for now, she would continue to hunt. but she didn't have a lot of time left surely? the warden would call her back eventually so she needed to be smart about this. time was not on her side, but quickness was. her legs idly carried her forward, eyes roaming.

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"I tend not to pay attention to prestige" Siobhan would reply to his bafflement. however subtle it had been, she noticed Gavin seemed to be surprised she didn't know of him "it makes first impressions more... natural. yes." her eyes turn from his features to look at his Pokémon once more, quietly admiring their power.

she nods. "it does" the woman confirms "one day, I should hope my pair become as equally strong..." though they were already very strong, Siobhan had leagues to go before she could be counted among the top tier. Moonblast and Steel Wing were given in reply, perhaps Lorelei and Poe were flustered by their weaker attacks?

cute. they were jealous of the attention the others received. "you will have to tell me some tales, Gavin Merlino. I bet you have some." she adds.

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well, yes, she assumed money was 'not an issue' with Remiel. he had more than his share of it and could spend it how he wanted. but she did not trust humans so easily. they were talking, chatting, discussing and yet she still felt a bit... distanced from him. she says nothing to his words, content to allow him secrets if he wanted them. even if the inquiries burned in her mind like a lit flame.

it was only when he grabbed her wrist did she start again. her eyes flared to life at the unwanted contact, sharply turning to look at him with something akin to loathing. no doubt she'd have this reaction to anyone who touched her without consent, but Remiel might find it strange. even unwelcomed. shocking. "is that so?" she says at last, her thin smile twisting into a frown.

don't just want any woman -

what?

enhance mine for having you in it -

his own expression was stern, melting into embarrassment after letting go of her wrist. she takes it back, placing both hands on the stool's top so he couldn't grab her again. "I did want Hoenn" but I don't want you "but I don't like to be played with. I'm not a toy, Remiel. the faster I can repay this debt, the happier I'll be." her words were cutting as she looks away.

his words left confusion in her mind. they replayed the sentences over and over again. buzzing, consuming. she lifts a hand to her head, feeling suddenly dizzy.

she takes a small sip, shrugging. "I just want to know what you hope to gain" Siobhan says idly, getting to the point. they could dance around the issue all night if need be "spending all that time and money on someone you don't know." Remiel had to find it suspicious, or at least understand it was suspicious. why go out on a limb? she assumed everyone in Rocket was out for themselves.

but nothing more he would say, cheese aside. she glances at him out of the corner of her eye. he must be quite rich indeed to throw his money away like that. "purpose for what?" she presses gently. she was but a rookie trainer, a lowly grunt. did he see potential or was he just amused with her struggle to power? "and no, you can have any woman you wanted, Remiel." Siobhan waves a hand dismissively.

"I do not have such vanity to assume I'd be someone special."

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the Inkay was a tempting offer, no doubt about that. she did enjoy the typing and the moves it had. yet she had come here on a mission. one, to capture rare and majestic dragon types. two, to use the remaining Safari Balls on something special. or just trade material.

she would gently leave the Inkay be, roaming around it and following the river's direction. the Pokemon did not so much as glance Siobhan's way, just happily floating along the water. it blew a few bubbles as it went, giggling all the way.

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"Siobhan."

she sounds it out expertly, having used it all her life after all. he asked and he received an answer. his own beasts were impressive, but that is what you get for being around as long as he had been. she assumed anyway. he handled the orders with expertise suiting a veteran.

"and you?" she would ask him. give and take, this whole fumbling conversation, in the end. it was all give and take. Siobhan did not mind the lack of conversation though "your Pokémon are very well trained." she adds in for his benefit.

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