Remi narrows her eyes and flashes her teeth, watching him circle. He, like most men, have one purpose. Driven by animalistic hunger, ravenous for a taste. He descends, striking fast to capture her.

She is not so easily intimidated, however, not even when a hand is tightening around her throat.

Her pulse jumps, but is mostly steady, swayed only by her own selfish interest as anticipation makes her tremble.

"Why don't you come down?"

Seeing as she is already so comfortable, it was only polite.

mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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Ultra beast sighting? What in the-- Where--?

This wasn't what she'd signed on for. Regular, routine poaching? Sure, that was easy. But throwing an Ultra beast into the mix? That wasn't on her agenda of things she'd like to do today.

It doesn't occur to her, at first, that the Ultra beast belongs to her admin.

Over the radio in her ear, she hears Theo mutter the words 'this one's a pain'. It prompts her to glance back over her shoulder and witnesses the purple abomination flying circles in the sky. Her first thought is to grimace and run the other way-- but.

"What, can't handle it solo?"

Her sarcastic tone is biting, but she whistles and runs back to catch up with Theo, Skuntank in tow.

Greyson Connors THEO BECKETT

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The pain is intense, the grief an endless pit of toxin that swallows her whole. It burns all the way through and she sobs until no more tears float to the surface. Until her eyes burn just as much as her chest does from the heaving sobs that had wracked her body.

She eventually quiets, like a small child being coddled by a parent. It is humiliating.

But his hug tightens and she can feel the thud of his heartbeat alongside her own. Slowly, her fingers slide up his back to hold him in return, and feelings of sorrow are slowly, gently replaced with feelings of warmth. He doesn't replace her grief, but mutes it in some capacity to make it bearable.

She presses her cheek to his, the eyepatch she wears foreign now given how it hadn't been there when she'd first been held like this.

LANCE VOLLANS

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With the mention of this 'device' of sorts, one that transmitted and received various words spelled out by those creepy Pokemon Cillian Quinn had referred to as Unown, she had taken contracts requesting their retrieval.

And so far, she'd spent most of her time out of the steel trap of a submarine wasting her time.

But hey, at least she was getting paid for trying, right?

Remi skirts rock formations within the belly of Meteor Falls. The waterfall nearby fades into background noise as she focuses on the sound of footsteps and pebbles toppling down steep inclines. She has no idea where to start looking, given her lack of experience with an unknown Pokemon. She hadn't even known they existed until today.

angelo vestri

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'In position,' he says. Where'd they find this guy? And where could she find more of him? Hard-working, follows instruction, clearly experienced in the field.

"Yep."

She says back, though there is a hint of a chuckle in her tone. On her side, with her own group, she leans against a tree and watches as the League officers shuffle about. They're nearly aimless, but she can detect some semblance of a pattern. They've been out here so long their bored out of their minds.

But just as a voice comes over a radio from one of the individuals in the clearing, she springs at the word go whispered in her ear.

"You got it, boss."

Before 'Delta' can respond, the entire clearing is smothered in a dense, poisonous.... BELCH. It, combined with the Skuntank's STENCH masks their arrival for the most part. Remi wears a sort of scarf or bandana over her nose to avoid breathing too much of it in. Thankfully, the guards aren't, so they crumble to their knees gasping and choking.

Turns out, the Gardevoir aren't too happy being poisoned either.

Greyson Connors THEO BECKETT

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Remi grimaces at his excitement.

"And how, pray tell, do we go about that? This is the only enclosure we have. I'm sure as shit not letting this thing run amok freely. If it damages anything, selling it will go right into repairs."

But sedation... that was doable. She whistles sharply, grabbing the attention of one of her haulers.

"You, get me the sedative kit!"

And then she inclines her head to Mr. Smarty-pants McGee.

"I'll let you handle the injection since you seem to know so much about it. 'Just enough to keep her lucid', do I look like I know what the fuck that means?"

She sighs, repeating the man's 'just my opinion' under her breath sarcastically.

"Go on, get on with it then."

mission: life, uh, finds a way

valentine besoras

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The good stuff.

She smirks, unsure what to make of his request. Surely, he's asking for him rather than both of them. The use of us merely poetic or polite.

But sure enough, two glasses are set in front of them and he takes a sip from his own. His scrunched brow and perplexed expression- however subtle, amuses her. He mentions his hat and she glances up at it, smiling behind her own lifted glass.

"If the shoe fits. Or in this case, the hat."

And then the woman squints and tilts her head, looking at him just a little more carefully.

"Are you saying you don't, then? Shame."

virgil roach

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He has an incredible face.

His enraged expression, the force of air through his bared teeth, it excites her. She narrows her eyes, pulls back her own lips, and wordlessly begs him to come closer.

Beneath the table, he kicks off his socks.

A cool breeze brushes against her skin, stiffening what lies bare beneath.

"I do, do I? Would you like to see more?"

She leans back in her seat this time, tilting her head with a smug expression on her face. With the curl of a finger, she invites him to join her.

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mission: pokemon hunter

KING WAYLAND

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"Well.. no, but I don't think these Pokemon are capable of such things. I mean look at it, man, it's a fucking letter with an eyeball."

She gestures, exasperated, to the floating Unown.

But her own Pokemon had feelings, and wants, and preferences. They were capable of communication to some degree, albeit terribly, and she could rely on them to follow instruction and understand what she was saying. Most of the time.

Training with the rangers had shown to her the capability of many Pokemon, so this whole 'Pokemon exist as tools for Rocket' was a bit of a stretch to her. Pokemon had their own agenda, always.

"That isn't what I said, pal. Keep up."

She frowns, frustrated, but realizing now that that is exactly what she had said. With another wave of her hand, she attempts to rectify her statement.

"But if you're telling me that one of my bears wouldn't stick his paw in a Vespiquen's honey comb hive or whatever for a shot at the good stuff, you're dead wrong. There's about 10 brain cells in that bastard. He'd absolutely risk his life for a taste."

And there it is, Gavin's attention snaps to something far more important than just arguing about the intelligence levels of Pokemon. She smirks, though the gesture is weak given the context.

"Yeah. Big, white, breathes fire. Looks a bit like a pompous prince."

Cillian Quinn

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