This time, the Pokemon they uncover doesn't come up from the ground. It isn't buried beneath long-forgotten piles of dirt and unattended tombstones. It comes from behind, whipping up a angry whirlwind that blows her Sneasel- both of them- nearly right off the beaten path.

While they recover, Remi gapes in awe at the bizarre, horrific creature that stares back at her with one eye and too many arms and legs and wings. It charges up for another attack, a cosmic power that threatens to blast her backward. But the Pokemon wrapped in her black leather jacket squirms and appears, and a shimmery shield or something, probably a safeguard, does it work like that? stops the attack from landing.

She gasps, taking a step back.

"What kind of multiverse lookin-ass shit--"

And with that, the Sigilyph disappears and she is left, on her ass, to pick up her slightly bruised ego.

passing sigilyph

Remi Cassel

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Call her soft, but off in a more discreet part of the field, Remi was busy raking and re-raking piles of leaves for the benefit of her Sneasel. With the colder weather incoming, they were feeling more and more energetic and far less moody. It was a win all around, and it was bringing a smile to a normally edgy, moody, probably scary-looking woman's face.

Just as the rake drags the fallen leaves back through to top off the pile, someone bursts out from the center, spraying them everywhere. With a flurry of sharp claws, they're torn to pieces and flung aside. With a quick brandish of her rake, she stops the leaves from landing on her, specifically.

"Now you're making more mess, you monsters."

Not that cleaning up messes was really what she was here for. For a little bit of extra money in her pocket, she'd agreed to be on dog watch duty. Apparently the farmer here was having trouble with wild Pokemon attacking their herd of Wooloo.

Little did they know it was probably just her poaching them. Now up close and personal, it was that much easier to whisk away a Pokemon or two and pretend that it was just the Mightyena or whatever that the farmer blamed it on in the first place.

Win, win.

Locke Jamison Martín del Mar

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Where Winifred sees a confusing, bizarre situation, Remi sees the stars aligning. She had been looking for someplace out of the way and out of sight. Someplace quiet, off the radar, but easy enough for her to access.

It was the perfect smuggling hot spot for quick and dirty hook-ups. Screw whatever Rocket needed this for, this place was about to be hers.

The wicked grin on her face is telling, but she manages to scrap it before it becomes too unsettling.

"We're supposed to be giving the bad guys a good rep by clearing out spaces inhabited by crazy wild Pokemon that the League is too busy to handle themselves. What do you think's in there?"

Her partner's drab attitude is ignored because, frankly, most of the people she'd met in Hoenn were pretty drab and moody. Maybe it was all of the space aliens and legendaries causing volcano's to explode. Trust me, she'd heard all about it through the rumour train. Nothing is sacred on that god forsaken submarine.

@winifred

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"Jello shots make me gag," she says, as she crushes one in its tiny little container and raises it to her lips. It slips down her throat and she stifles a gag, wincing and exhaling with mild disgust and a shake of her head. It's potently orange-flavored and burns a bit going down.

"Wait.. is there a gummy in these? That's a gelatin crime."

But the eyeball between her teeth squishes anyway before she swallows. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see a woman clutching a bottle of tequila and mumbling to herself- or that's at least what it seems like. Maybe she's hearing things.

"I take it you aren't sharing. Bummer."

Lulu Flint

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She felt like she was walking directly into the middle of a badly choreographed and worse acted movie. She'd forgotten all of her lines because no one had given her the sheet, and no one was holding up legible cue cards for her to read off of. She was blind, and no one had the sense to stop using sign language and actually say something out loud.

That's how she would describe the goings-on of Sootopolis, and the reason she had stayed as far away from that fucked up city as she possibly could. Hanging around in the slums of Slateport, visiting with virgil roach, keeping her head down and her cuffs rolled-- that's what she liked.

"Oh God.. what the hell are they even doing?"

Remi watches, both amused and bewildered, by the band of outraged civilians shouting from the bottom of their bellies how much better the city would be under Rocket control. Or something.

Honestly she had no idea.

Kaida Adachi

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Remi smirks, tickled by his response. He was uncharacteristically nice for someone who's favourite colour was purple and red. For someone who's eyes reflected curiosity but could be clouded so easily by malice. She knew the type.

"Aw, but edgy was exactly the look I was going for. Guess I'll have to keep trying."

He steps forward, arms crossed over his chest. She wonders if he's flexing on purpose to see if she'll notice. She does, and she quirks a brow, but she keeps her eyes trained on his expression. The flat line of his lips pressed together was anything but friendly. Did he not like his name?

"Shucks, and here I thought I was getting special treatment."

He stops in front of her, and she tucks her chin to stare at him with raised brows and a questioning stare. His question is invasive and almost insulting, and she makes that apparent with the slow blink she offers.

"No, can't say I am. I'm just like every buddy else, love, boring as hell."

Killian Decker

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Remi's fingers act like anchors, digging into the sharpness of Calla's cheeks, her jaw, her neck, holding on like a vice to bring her closer. She is hungry, she is ravenous, desperate to gather her closer, to hold her tighter, to claim her as her own.

Where her own neck pulses rapidly to signal how frantic she is, Calla is still, smooth, perfect and poised. She follows her movements but it is temporary, a whispered promise that she would break. Because she always broke her promises, she always broke the connection, she always took control.

There is a growl in the back of her throat that she lets loose at Calla's encouragement. The words mon amour are so familiar she can hear them in her sleep. It prompts her to seal her lips against hers, to silence that pathetic whine, her endless teasing and torment just long enough to taste her.

It was bittersweet.

It was desperate.

It was a cry for fucking help.

One hand moves to pull Calla closer, fingers digging into the woman's lower back. She explores, pulling at her clothing to let her fingers trail against skin. It was electrifying, intoxicating.

Finding Calla here, in the darkness of a back alley in the middle of Slateport city-- it was unbelievable. Keeping her, she knew, was impossible. But it was the thrill of the chase, it was the hope in her veins, the smell of her perfume and the softness of her hair. Calla was everything.

calla mccoy

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Frankly, she had nothing to hide. She just didn't trust nor care for the help of others. Some had said she was fiercely independent to a fault. At the very least, it was something her mother used to say while breaking plates Remi had hand-washed herself.

"How would you know that?"

Slightly defensive, Remi stares back at him with creased brows. All of a sudden, she has a craving for a cigarette. The burn of Gabriel's alcohol isn't enough. She glances at the glass as it rises, closing them in. She's never been claustrophobic before, but she feels it now.

"Do you know where he is?"

GABRIEL BLACK

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"What the fuck is that?"

Heavy footprints are followed by trembling walls. She can feel the vibration-- and the heat rumbling down the path she's taking. Her Pangoro grumbles in response, stepping closer to her shoulder to protect her. When the stranger comes into view, all Remi can see is red.

The man in front of the Heatran opens his mouth to say something, and while she can see his lips move and his eyes wander, her focus and her breath is taken away by the legendary Pokemon peering over his shoulder.

"Uhh.. what?"

And, behind her, trapping her between a molten rock and a frozen belly beard, is an outraged Beartic. With it being a few hundred degrees warmer in the general vicinity, he's losing his goddamn mind. And bears were pretty good at losing their shit with bellowing roars and sharp claws.

The woman's two Sneasel have scattered, spooked by the Heatran. Pangoro is the one to step up and wrestle the fellow bear, grappling claws and chomping down hard on the bamboo stick in his mouth.

He taunts, drawing the Beartic's attention to him rather than Remi or anyone else. Remi takes a step back, glancing over her shoulder to see what the stranger and his pet legend might do, but ultimately brings her attention back to the Beartic.

"We weren't expecting company either."

But hopefully, in the two bears scuffle, the lobbed pokeball would capture and contain the Beartic and make their band of merry men just a little bit smaller.

capture attempt on beartic

MATIAS SILPH

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"Oh, wow, would you look at that. Someone dropped their teacu--- oh holy shit."

Remi, mid-squat to inspect what she had assumed was a single teacup from some children's teacup set was, in fact, very much alive. It springs to life before her very eyes, unburied from the dirt and blinking owlish eyes up at her. Disgusted and put-off, she steps back abruptly and tucks her hand back to her chest.

"No one's in the market for broken china."

And so the Sinistea is left behind while they move along.

passing sinistea

Remi Cassel

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Her name always sounds sweeter when spoken by someone else. It also helps that the speaker is a beautiful woman with a matter-of-fact manner of speaking. Assertive, confident women were always a soft spot.

Katherine smiles, and Remi finds it easy to pull her lips up in a slight smirk in response. And then come the questions, inevitable given the alcohol numbing their tongues.

"I was looking for someone."

She glances back into her empty drink, spinning it against the counter to ward off the twisting knife in her stomach. She swallows, gathers her strength, and glances back at Katherine.

"Better bars, you say... but here you are."

This time, she gives the woman a much longer stare, one that definitely implies some degree of hazy interest. Her attention wanders away quickly, however, as she raises her hand to try and flag down the bartender for another drink. He scoffs, shakes his head, and resumes drying out glasses in front of him.

"Tch."

mission: all-nighter

Katherine Fairburne

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She wasn't serious. Mostly.

She can feel his eyes pouring over her while she takes her first shot. She feels them shift while she takes her second, the way they linger even while she sucks in to voice her disappointment.

And she returns the favor in kind, though with increasing amazement as the man sinks every shot he takes. The repetitive plunk as each ball drops into the pocket should discourage or dissuade her, as clearly shes chosen an opponent far beyond her skill level.

But it doesn't discourage her, because she picked him knowing she'd aimed too high. She never stood a chance in an actual game. She wasn't even here to play a game, at least not this one.

"Lumiose city, yes."

The woman glances at him, both hands wrapped around the shaft of her cue stick. In her peripheral, his last shot misses and the ball bounces off the wall and back toward the center. She hesitates, having fully expected to not take another shot.

What did that mean?

"Interested?"

Remi chuckles, stepping forward to line up her next shot.

virgil roach

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