Smooth legs slowly pull him closer, and her laughter and encouragement takes them both under.

It's a good thing they'd signed out the training facilities for that extra hour of unsupervised practice.

Remi rises to her feet and buckles her jeans, leans over to slip her shirt over her head and shrug her jacket back on. She scoops her hair out of the collar and glances back at King with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

"If only you were as good an arm wrestler as you were just now."

With a wink, she makes every intention to head out.

mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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Her hands fly to her throat, his arm tightening around her neck to drag her back with him. She nearly falls, tripping over his feet as he stumbles back, recoiling from her headbutt.

But it hadn't been enough to break free. She was trapped still, and her next option was to bite down, hard.

Unfortunately for her and for him, she makes the attempt to sink her teeth into his arm just as his knee rises to hit her in the back. She cries out, but bites even harder instinctively.

Killian Decker

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"We all have skeletons in our closet."

That would be the only answer she'd give him. Rocket was full of scumbags and lowlifes just as much as it was full of rich pricks and powerful council heads. They harbored all kinds, here.

For this operation, however, or investigation, Remi releases her Mandibuzz. The bird croaks, immediately crazed with the smell of blood.

"Find our little murderer, would you?"

The haggard bird flies down the hallway.

mission: danse macabre

@xavier

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Remi huffs, but this time, there is genuine, frustrated amusement behind the noise. With a roll of her eyes, she leans back in her seat and crosses her arms over her chest. She gives off the energy of a pouting child, in some manner.

Fortunately, their useless direction of conversation switches back to something of more substance. She glances back, gaze sharp and dark, hungry in their pursuit of information. She sees something in his expression before he even opens his mouth.

He knows something.

"Well, these legendary Pokemon are capable of choosing more than one person, aren't they?"

She had heard rumor of Darkrai being bonded to both the big boss man and some scientist lady. The one who had death-gripped her tequila at the Halloween party.

"But I don't know for sure if he was an avatar, it was just something he was very passionate about."

Deep down though, she knows he must have been. To be that close to a legendary Pokemon.. they must have had a bond.

"You've seen the Reshiram? Where?"

Cillian Quinn

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"The eyepatch."

She repeats, deadpan and unimpressed. What was it with this stigma around an eyepatch? What did people have against proper eye protection? You'd wear one too if you had damaged your eye and didn't want the elements to damage it further. Sheesh.

Fortunately, the topic is dropped in favor of finishing the job they'd been hired to do. Remi exhales, tired, and taps her boot against one of the crates.

"These need to be hauled up to the top floor. Weather tech shit, needs to be at the highest point of the city. Whoever runs the company can handle the set up, we're just the delivery guys."

And, without waiting for him further, she pulls out a pokeball and releases her Pangoro. The Pokemon kneels down to pick up crate one of two, and they head up the hundred or more flights of stairs.

mission: forecast castform

Asriel Pryde

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They weren't prepared for Remi Cassel.

There would be no warning, no call ahead, no preparation to be made. She comes through the front doors, loud and unannounced, rage boiling off of her skin. It almost gives her a heat wave sort of effect, but maybe she's literally just shaking.

"This is it? This is everyone on duty tonight?"

There is incredulousness in her voice, a sense of disbelief. She gestures to the entire office, to the slim pickings around her. And, from what she could see, none of them were hard at work. Something catches her eye that makes her anger worse, and she tears the paper off of the bulletin board and slams it onto the table infront of what would happen to be Gwyar Wledig or one of his buddies.

"Sitting around on your hands? Is this the reason my brother hasn't been found? Why you stupid, useless pricks have no idea what happened to him?"

Gwyar Wledig

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Somehow, Remi's inhibitions fall away. Gone is her sense of listnessness and unease, her worry, her concern. She allows this woman's arm to fit through hers, and she even goes so far as to brush her fingertips against the back of Luka's. It feels... right, in a way that doesn't stress self-doubt.

There is nothing to fear, there is only love and carefree feelings of bliss.

In fact, by now she could scarcely remember what it was she had even being doing to begin with. What nightmare she had been living falls to pieces as she melts like putty in this young woman's glowing attention.

Luka nuzzles closer, cheek pressing to her collarbone and nestling in the curve of her neck and shoulder. She exhales, warm breath brushing against her pink hair. It is calming, easy, perfect. She leans her own cheek against the other woman's head, encouraging the quiet affection.

"They are.. they are.. my other half. My best friend, my brother, my soulmate."

And just like that, those feelings of bliss and of peace seem to splinter at the edges. Her rose-coloured glasses show her a glimpse of the grey world she's been living in, just for a moment.

It takes her breath away and leaves her with dread.

"I do miss him terribly."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, tears slip down her cheeks silently.

mission: dream eater

luka chêne

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Remi's nose wrinkles, apparently disgusted by the way Matias' Omastar hungrily lapped up the Barboach's attack.

"Too late for that, buddy."

Using in part his own saliva and water, and now the wild Pokemon's the Omastar fires right back. The whole experience is quite nauseating, and manages to even drive off her appetite.

"You have an interesting taste in Pokemon."

pass

MATIAS SILPH

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Remi snickers, amused and encouraged by KING WAYLAND's less than enthused responses. But eventually, even he breaks off from their makeshift little group to investigate further. By break off I mean he stepped three feet ahead to be the first idiot in line to take a fortune for their doom. He then offers Remi, Theo and Lulu a protective ring with his Falinks.

No, it's not a kink.

They bump into what appear to be stone statues reminiscent of Growlithe- but hairier.

"I can only imagine the amount of shedding those guys do. Yuck."

And, when King steps forward to take a fortune, Remi steps up alongside Theo. Some kid mentions leaving a gift behind when they take a fortune, and she, as a result, leaves behind whatever pocket lint and paperclips she has in her pockets. It's the thought that counts, right?

But before she takes a peek at her own number and fortune, she spies THEO BECKETT's lucky number 13. This ensues barking laughter and air wheezing desperately from her chest.

"You're fucked."

King's earlier smoke offered to her is then pressed to her lips and devoured hungrily.

"Teddiursa? You comin', babe?"

The small teddy bear that had clung to her calf earlier has since disappeared once most of the threats had disappeared. She weaved in between people with her PICKUP ability activated. Sorry, priam conrad.

Once located, Remi bends to scoop the Pokemon into her arms and hand off the horn to the child for her to chew on. Along the way, she trails her fingers against the etched bamboo and glances back to Lulu Flint and THEO BECKETT.

"What do you think these mean?"

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notes:
- responds to theo and king mostly
- teddiursa is attempting to make use of her PICKUP ability after priam's PAYDAY
- remi takes a fortune, leaves some pocket lint in return
- inspecting the bamboo, carrying teddiursa
- mentioned king a lot bc i forgot

KING WAYLAND THEO BECKETT Lulu Flint

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Remi blinks, watching her with muted surprise that quickly turns into a snort of laughter. It appears Katherine joins in it as well, neither one of them believing a word of Remi being 'bubbly and sweet'.

"Oh, so you're handing off the cheap shit someone pawned off on you, first. That makes a lot more sense."

Even for bottom of the barrel in terms of favorability though, the drink went down smooth. And it looked pretty - she liked pretty. She gives the bottle another swirl to watch the golden flakes catch the sun and bounce off the inside of the glass.

"She ain't half bad."

Dark eyes flick back up to meet Katherine's, amusement turning the corner of her lip up in a signature smirk.

"Is that right? And what sort of boring, predictable job are you involved with?"

Was she insinuating that she was doing it wrong? Perhaps, or perhaps she just wasn't listening as well as she should have.

Katherine Fairburne

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"Sure."

She smirks, teasing.

"Sure I did. But maybe I'm a huge fan of wrestling disgusting farm Pokemon. It's quite thrilling."

One eyebrow raises and she is not the least bit subtle about the way her eyes devour everything she can see. Remi exhales through her nose to expel her laughter. Of course, her attention eventually settles on the bottle of champagne in her hands.

"Quite fancy for a boring task."

But she takes what she's offered.

"So, my dear, what exactly is the plan, then?"

Katherine Fairburne

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