Hoenn, Slateport, specifically, might be the armpit and the biggest dumpster fire shithole of this region, but she was attached.

The city nightlife had sunk its claws in her and held fast. Although the beer was cheap, it was good, and the fine dining available kept your spirits up.

Tonight, Remi found herself sneaking into a high-priority casino. The smell of cash and wine and expensive cigars chokes the air, but it smells like profit. With the help of her handy-dandy little Porygon, picked up from Rocket as a little 'thank-you' gift for her hard work and investments.

And now, here she was, putting the little bastard to good use. The Pokemon was pretty skilled at tampering with electronics and rigging the slot machines in her favor. Her bank account numbers kept going up and up, and the lack of supervision and attention to detail kept her from getting caught.

At the present, the woman leans against the bar nursing a glass of whiskey. The golden liquid warms her lips and puts a friendly, lazy smile on her face.

mission: rigged gacha rolls

Felix Gallagher

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Miraculously, it begins to HAIL. Naturally, Beartic takes advantage of this immediately. The momma bear uses her speed and agility, doubled now in the hail and snow, to scoop Teddiursa up off of the ground and into her loving arms. She returns to Remi's side, dropping the child at her feet, before turning her sights on the shadow that races into sight.

Although the Pangoro does not, by any means, need help from a woman, the Beartic does still have an untapped BIDE resting in her jittery muscles. With her SLUSH RUSH speed, it was very nearly the perfect opportunity for her to intercept and make it happen.

Pangoro helps by taking the brunt of the DRAGON CLAW with his own HAMMER ARM, hopefully stalling and holding the Garchomp long enough for Beartic to unleash all-out war.

And, while she's letting loose her BIDE, she is fully prepared to lower the temperature of the area even further with a BLIZZARD. With a whombo combo, Remi sidles closer to the bears for protection so as to not get too far away. Eyes watch her and Teddiursa from all angles, and the last thing she needed was to get separated and caught with her pants down.

"Bane, look up!"

Now, whether or not the Garchomp was down for the count with the total thrashing coming its way, he does lunge forward in preparation for the inevitable. He aims to VITAL THROW the Garchomp into whoever is approaching next.

Greyson Connors

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Since arriving in Hoenn, she had busted down doors and demanded answers. She'd met powerful members of Rocket, made friends and allies. She'd arm wrestled peers, made smuggling partnerships and deals with people she had come to trust.

And now here she was, well-dressed at a bar waiting to meet with yet another of Rocket's finest: THEO BECKETT.

Underbosses, admins, beasts, Rocket scientists with power and pull. She was gaining access to them all, because they all needed something from her as much as she needed something from them. Rocket really was a family, and she was fully prepared to conform and fit her piece into their puzzle.

She belonged here, even if this was a shithole region.

mission: recruitment act. 1

THEO BECKETT

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Remi eventually unlocks her elbow from around the kids head. Their lack of response to her goes unnoticed, because she doesn't really care. Given the circumstances and the person's age (assumed younger than her, therefore a child), it only made sense to her that they'd be quiet and spooked.

The wolves flee, the Wooloo are safe, and Remi leaves the two to their devices.

Ultimately, she leaves.

Locke Jamison Martín del Mar

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The woman's smile is subtle, seductive, never swaying. She follows his gaze, encouraged by his attention, by the curve of his smile and the growl in his tone.

Temptation flickers, it's warm glow growing exponentially hotter the longer she stays in his orbit. Her tug pulls him closer, but he leans forward in the end all on his own accord. He is warm, his breath against her neck encouraging. She chuckles, the sound of her name sweet as it passes his lips.

Roach pulls her fingers away from his belt loop but doesn't let go. Rather, he pulls her along with him, up the stairs and into his office. The puff of smoke he leaves behind lingers in her hair, smothering her in the smell of him.

The woman, naturally, takes a quick glance around the room. She purses her lips, glances over her shoulder, and quirks a brow.

"Bit of a squeeze. I'm sure we can make it work."

virgil roach

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"There it is."

The golden light is their finish line, and although it is still far out from their current position, she knows that it's doable. Or.. it is until a sandstorm whips up and that golden light fades.

"Wait!"

Teddiursa doesn't, naturally, because she is an independant little she-demon who doesn't listen to anyone. Babies never do. Fortunately, the sand stings her eyes and she covers her face with her claws and ultimately trips on a stick in the path. So when the stream of DRAGON'S BREATH hoses down the area, only the tip of the teddy-bears tail is singed.

As far as she can tell anyway.

"Shit. Fuck."

The sandstorm does not relent, naturally, and it is all Teddiursa's bear-guards can do to keep going in spite of it. Fortunately, Bane, being the aggressive problem-solver, uproots what he assumes to be a nearby treet and uses it to barricade from the storm. He ushers in front of the fallen Teddiursa and then uses VITAL THROW to throw the object back up in the direction of the dragons breath.

Beartic is driven mad with the roar that had echoed through the storm, and she stomps aggressively to freeze the area with a SHEER COLD, hopefully nullifying the storm in their little zone. Once again, Bane follows up with a TAUNT in the hopes he might encourage their unseen attacker to show themselves.

Greyson Connors

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It should sicken her, that pull for knowledge, that desire that tingles beneath the surface of her fingers. It lingers now against the back of her knuckles, flexes when her hand does to squeeze this woman's cheeks between her fingers. There is no pain, only that lingering, sweet smell, and the adrenaline that comes with it.

Avatars, legendary Pokemon, dragons. They had all scared her, once upon a time. And yet here she was now, dipping her toes in the mystery of their existence. Illie had given her a taste, and she could feel the hunger growing in the back of her mind. Fascination pricks at the back of her mind, allows her eyes to wander the scientists small frame and pretty face.

"Your bond was severed because you chose to save people. How can you tell me, then, that my brothers patron would have protected him? Are you lying to me, too?"

She's misunderstanding what the woman is trying to tell her. It is clear that she puts immense pressure on these deities to be powerful, unaware that even they have their limits. Illie's had been broken because of that limit, one that Tapu Lele had willingly stepped over for the sake of protecting others.

"Whose fault was it then, hm?"

Closer now she leans, all while pulling Illeana's face nearer to her own.

illeana reyes

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The air is tense, taut with intimidation and fear and confusion. It is palpable, sexual, wicked.

She flashes perfect teeth and she has to wonder how privileged and wealthy she must be to have afforded them. She is pretty and perfect and pathetic, and here she is suddenly drinking in her temptation.

And then her fingers brush against bruised knuckles. She hisses, instinctively tenses - but she doesn't pull away. She is a deer in headlights, stunned into silence by a beautiful woman's touch. Slowly, the pain prickles and dissipates, replaced with comfort and warmth and delicate fingertips against her knuckles.

Her eyes widen, then furrow. She stares in awe and in fear, unsure what it is that she is seeing.

Personal experience.

She was staring at one of the chosen. She was threatening a woman who held in the palm of her hand the saught-after bond that her brother had obsessed over, had died over.

More questions surge to the surface, but none escape as fast as her hand can move. Her touch is rough once again, but not with the same intent to hurt. Not really. Her fingers wrap around her jaw, her body moves to push her against the wall, to pin her, to trap her.

"You know what happened, don't you?"

Her voice is a whisper, her eyes search, fingers squeeze.

"No longer a chosen one, and yet you still breathe."

illeana reyes

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Honestly, Evelyn's excitement never ceases to amaze her. She runs into the room like a child spoiled rotten for Christmas. Her eyes light up, her voice carries, and her feet pound against the submarine floor-- she tries not to think about how they're hundreds of feet below the surface of the water and it had taken her hours to get here.

Sometimes she really wished they'd meet on dry land. Just once.

Remi repositions one of the pokeballs just because she can- that and because she likes to be seen handling them. It makes Eve's excitement and her compliments and her attention all the more sweet. Is she an attention-seeker? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

"Y'know, I work really hard to bring you the good shit."

Despite the heat in her tone that might suggest she's being a dick, the playful smirk on her face says otherwise. Remi inclines her head, leans her hip against the desk, and watches the woman with amusement.

Evelyn Vespera

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