It was called immunity - and toxicity. Skuntank's typing negated any effects of psychic energy, leaving it as a full on unstoppable tank barreling straight for these alabaster angels.

Remi pays little to no attention to the fist fight behind her. Tusseling with the peanut gallery wasn't part of her job description. She was here to poach these wild Gardevoir and swipe them out from under the League - that's all. She quite preferred keeping her hands as clean as possible, and that meant free of someone else's blood.

Though the Naganadel screaming does draw her attention away from the task at hand temporarily, she knows better than to slip up.

"You okay there, boss?"

It's a courtesy, she doesn't really care. She is so close to capture that it doesn't even matter. As soon as she gets her hands on these Pokemon... it's over for this weak-kneed police officer. No offense.

Unfortunately, life isn't picture-perfect, and, while Skuntank can withstand psychic attacks, rendering the Gardevoir useless... she is not equipped to handle being burned. From her paws, the Delphox's MYSTICAL FIRE rises up in a straight shot, scorching her whiskers and forcing her to take a step of three back.

"Fuck."

She'd need another Pokemon. So what does she grab? Her hand-cannon Seadra. With a flash, the Pokemon appears in her hands and she holds it like a giant whoopie cushion squirt gun. When she squeezes, the Pokemon launches a HYRDO PUMP at the Delphox.

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Great, she'd found another dumb broad who minces words and answers in riddles. Of fucking course she's asking the wrong people - and it turns out she might be one too. Remi's glare is deafening.

"Which one are you? The wrong person, or the wrong question?"

Even still, eyes wander. Even in spite of her agitation, Remi can't help but value a beautiful woman. Illie's hip presses against hte table, arms cross against a full bosom, and eyes watch her own, narrowing in scrutiny. Whoever this woman is, she isn't the same type of pushover, piece of shit rats she'd been involving herself with previously.

No, this was definitely a woman with answers.

"I'm looking for information on who and what and where. I know they exist, they're everywhere in this shithole region. What I want is names. Just one in particular."

And then Remi matches Illeana's stance, leaning on one leg and crossing her arms over her chest. Under different circumstances, she may have fallen for the woman's subtle attract. Like a Pokemon's infatuation ability, it was clear Miss Reyes had that sort of natural charm.

Fortunately, Remi is a woman on a mission, not to be swayed by a pretty face.

"Have you heard of a dragon by the name of Reshiram?"

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She sleeps like a bear, up until the moment the cold seeps into the tent and takes root against exposed skin. He manages to slip away unscathed because she is snoring profusely, and although she moves to snuggle closer, she nuzzles her cheek into the thin mattress and remains completely unaware she is alone. After all, she had slept solo this whole time, right?

But without Julien's heat and his Blaziken's heater abilities, it suddenly feels as if the tent is the coldest point of Snowpoint city. She curls tighter to herself, groaning and shifting-- and her eyes snap open, one sees dark, one sees the faint outline of what is outside of the tent-- at the sound of Julien's voice.

"Breakfast?"

Her stomach growls and she slowly pulls herself to a seated position, grimacing at the stiffness in her bones.

"Fuck it's cold."

Surprisingly, the sleeping bear woman is not cranky or agitated in any way, and she crawls out of the tent with chattering teeth to sit close to the fire with her hands out.

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It isn't logical, the reasoning behind her visit today. She is visiting a science laboratory, not a morgue. What questions she has, what accusations, what grief-- it isn't anything a regular scientist could possibly know about or answer.

But here she is anyway because her coping methods aren't working and she doesn't know what else to do.

The door opens with an awful scrape of metal. It makes Remi pause in her hot pursuit of false-confidence to wiggle the door back and forth. The noise worsens and she grimaces.

"Fancy establishment but no time to oil the hinges. Pathetic."

She's speaking mostly to herself, as she hasn't yet realized that a young woman is inside of the room and staring her. But no sooner do the words leave her mouth does Illeana speak up, begging a very important question.

"I don't know, hun. Can you? Seems no one in this fuckin' region has answers to my questions."

Brows furrow and she lets the door squeal back into place.

"Avatars. You ever heard of 'em?"

Venom coats her words, her tone sarcastic and barbed.

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Frankly, if the situation were any different and Remi didn't have such a bad reputation under her belt-- she'd probably find quite a healthy kinship with the young man. They both seemed to be driven by the need for money in order to survive. In fact, she'd probably laugh at the fact he'd named his Unown 'Jackpot'. Alas..

Remi's eyes widen in surprise as a second, deeper whistle echoes off of their cavernous maze surrounding them. Unsure where it's coming from, hse immediately glances over her shoulder to --

"Oh shit."

Fortunately, the Dratini that wraps around her neck, tucked out of sight, rises from her collar to hiss and spit. Her OUTRAGE is apparent, and apparently successful in discouraging the gelatinous monster from pursuing an easy supper.

Heart now in her throat, Remi side-steps or stumbles away from the water's edge, hand clutching her rapidly beating heart.

And then, when she looks up, there is a dude standing there all red in the face, telling her to fuck off. Bewildered, she glances between him and her Sneasel who still fight and claw at one another now to grapple the Unown. The two bandits disperse at the explosion of rock, rushing back to rejoin Remi. They hug either calf, peeking around her to glare daggers at the Garchomp.

"Wait-- that one's yours? Why the fuck're you letting it run loose? Are you stupid?"

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"Pup-pup," Remi laughs, a barking noise similar to an exhale. "I like that."

She, on the other hand, is more than happy to indulge in a little bit of foul play. If the kid was capable of herding the Wooloo back to the barn, she could handle watching their back.

Something uncoils from beneath her jacket, peeking its sleek, baby-blue head out from her collar. Clouds clump together overhead to produce RAIN. The Dratini quickly retires once more, but the downpour is more than enough to help set up what's next.

Now soaked through, the encroaching Lycanroc splash through puddles and wet grass, slowed down as a result.

And when Remi releases one of her adorable little Cubchoo, the temperature drops immediately. The RAIN is promptly replaced with freezing temperatures and HAIL. It freezes the ground, turning the field into an ice rink. Almost immediately, one of the Lycanroc lose their footing and wipes out, crashing into the legs of another.

"Careful! It's slippery!"

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"Mhm.."

Her smile stretches, satisfaction and amusement oozing. The woman's posture relaxes and she leans into the bar further, growing more and more comfortable with his curiously adept attention to her. It seemed that the more she pushed and teased, the closer he watched.

She liked to be watched.

"Hm?"

Brows raise at his questioning and she lifts her drink to her lips, disguising her grin.

"Do you want me to?"

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Remi leans in, legs squeezing against him as his attention focuses on her. Despite her hunger already being sated, it comes back again in a fever, anticipation and lust permeating behind half-lidded eyes and sharp nails.

"And tomorrow? Don't make promises you can't keep, my love."

But she would enjoy it for as long as she could. With his permission, Remi would take and take until there was nothing left. It was all she knew, a lesson she had learned the hard way.

She allows her fingers to trail up the length of his chest while her other hand lowers to adjust. She smiles, slow and predatory, before her lips dive to drown in his waters.

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The PSYCHIC, while effective, is only a temporary wall. The TOXIC sludge splashes up the length of it, but finds holes or burns its way through anyway. It splashes against unsuspecting and unprotected Gardevoir, crippling them.

And when the TOXIC is pushed back at the Skuntank, the Pokemon wades through it willingly, happy to coat itsel fin its own filth. Neither it nor the psychic energy being thrown around seem to faze the Pokemon in the slightest.

Targeting the POISONED Gardevoir, Skuntank sends pulses of VENOSHOCK to deepen the toxin and make it hurt all the more. Like an unstoppable force, Skuntank continues to push forward, fully intent on overcoming the Delphox as instructed.

In the background, Theo's battle against the officer rages on.

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