her partner flies in from starry skies, the charizard landing down in the sand next to the them. she recognizes the owner immediately, and lunges forward in an attempt to hug.

"summer! how's my favorite rich girl?" avery says, holding no small amount of affection for an old friend. summer's voice was sweet, like honey. but avery knew that summer could be far from kind if she wanted to. together, they were magnets for trouble. both past and present.

and at the present, with the mission in mind, avery turns her attention back to the delibird, who stubbornly continued on his set path.

"dunno what to do about him cuz he doesn't want help. was thinking violence but i don't want coal for christmas, y'know?"

Summer Atreides mission

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"wow, i don't usually get compliments for shithead." she says, and when shithead looks back, she sticks a tongue at him. avery grins at his flailing of claws, unbothered by his threat. it's all fun and games. at least, to her it is. she sees the other pokemon and passes by them, leaving them unbothered.

"deal." she sticks out a hand, making good on her end of the offer. she may be a petty criminal, but she knows a good opportunity when she saw one. before they shake, avery adds, "as long as it ain't lobster...tough world out there, y'know?"

skip!
MATIAS SILPH

cora's nicknames for avery didn't hate the same for her like kitten did. "hmm...maybe i can try it again. soon?" she purrs, and watches as cora easily flicks open the pack of acrylics. they're so long that they slightly curve, like a cat's claws. but luckily cora clips a little off the end each time, the click of the nail clipper echoing in their empty room.

"pfft, yeah right. i'd also rather get my ass beat than do all of...that" she says, taking an acrylic filled nail and motioning towards cora, and makes tiny circles with her finger. "plus, people are telling you what you gotta look like and wear. i don't understand how you'd like that." she says. avery is no stranger to how modeling works, thanks to cora. she'd rather be free. explore, fuck off. anything but listening to someone else's orders.

at the mention of ice cream, avery suddenly stands, her stomach rumbling. cora didn't need to ask. "duh! let's go!" she says, not bothering to specify which. cora's teasing was a game to her. she stands, brushes the dust off her clothes (begrudgingly noticing that it was slightly harder to do so), and makes her way towards the door. avery doesn't bother to look at whether cora would be behind her or not. she's just excited to get outta this stuffy room.

Cora Valentine

"nice to meetcha. avery." she says, looking through the various types of trash. avery holds up a bag, seeing only old, smelly clothes, and throws it into the pile near the dolly. trash. lana's linoone barks at her and she can't help but give it a good pet. it could be a good pokemon to sell to the black market, if she were successful.

"so where'd the name garbage baby come from?" she asks, not quite mocking. more amused than anything. she lets out her galarian meowth, and it waves its clawed hands at the linoone. "well if we're gonna do intros, this is shithead. don't forget it." she says, motioning to her pokemon. many people have questioned his name, but shithead likes it, so she doesn't give a shit.

avery reaches to pick up the linoone, observing its long claws and nose. "sure looks like it. you think she can find anything if i throw her in there?" she asks, pointing to the very back of the storage unit, inaccessible unless all the furniture were moved aside. his pokemon could probably get there and find valuable objects with much more ease than a human.

"i won't throw ya hard, pinky promise."

ruslan skye

the other trainer starts out with a bang, summoning a rhyperior. it barrels through the crowds of pikachu and launches them in the air. sparks arc through the air, and her meowth, though resistant, is not pleased with the jolts of electricity. she can't help but laugh.

"well, that's one way to get things done." avery says, before throwing a couple pokeballs towards the injured pikachu. one capture and one break. it'll take a little more effort to capture them. she decides to switch up her strategy, returning her meowth and letting her salandit take its place. POISONOUS GAS radiates from the pokemon, and she can already see a couple pikachu coughing from the purple haze.

avery turns her attention back to her partner, blinking at the word averywoman. she laughs at the play of words. "i like you violet. you're funny." avery says. she blinks, suddenly remembering where she'd heard about this person before. casually, she turns to violet, her tone slightly more serious.

"aren't you the league traitor? why'd you leave?"

Violet Fairbanks mission

the desert was nearly inhospital during the day. but at night, the suns rays disappear, replaced by a moonlight wash, illuminating but cool. avery thrives in such environment, just another shadow, unbothered by time or society's expectations. here, she can just be herself.

which is why, when she sees a delibird in the distance, she can't help but sigh and wonder arceus seemed to but a barrier at her every step. perhaps this is an opportunity, she thinks as she edges closer. upon closer inspection, she can see that the sack is way too big, and delibird way too old.

"you need a lil help there pal?" she asks, and the delibird gives her a glare before continuing to drag its sack across sand. the grinding sound is loud in the desert's silence. and as avery looks around, she realizes that there are eyes watching them, seemingly ready to pounce when the opportunity presents itself.

great.

Summer Atreides mission

"oh...really?" avery asks. she'd never gotten compliments on her fighting before. but to be fair, if she got a compliment, it wouldn't be from a person who just get the receiving end of a punch. can't have everything, she guesses. "thanks!" maybe matias was being sarcastic, but she wasn't going to pass up a compliment if she saw one.

she follows the trainer's direction, returning her pokemon and throwing out her meowth. "okay shithead, get 'em!" avery says, pointing to the deino. shithead hits it with a FAKE OUT, making it flinch before unsheathing his claws, and SLASHING upwards, leaving dark jagged marks on the deino's body.

the deino's DRAGON BREATH singes shithead's fur, but he persists, finishing the pokemon off with a METAL CLAW. avery uses this change to throw another pokeball, capturing it with ease. it's about the time that matias has finished with his own pokemon.

"really?! that's awful nice of ya." to avery, this kindness was foreign. she hesitates, unsure if she really deserved it. she was a stranger, and not a very innocent one, at any rate.

"how about i pay you back? i can get you pokemon or a donation or something."

capturing deino
MATIAS SILPH

"boxing? that's pretty slick." avery says, she smiles as she readies a fighting stance, and does some punches in the air, not paying much attention to the second part of what he said. she's gotten into a fair amount of fights herself, although that was more out of survival, and not out of a martial arts background.

she continues on with him, not paying much heed to the pokemon across.

"that's definitely true." she nods at garbardor with a grin. avery thinks back to the boxing. she wanted to go, but she doesn't know if she could even afford it...

"so you chargin' money for this workshop, or what?"

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MATIAS SILPH

her partner arrives just in time, as the pikachu have started to dig. she can feel the static electricity course through the air as their activity reaches a frenzy, their pokemon instincts racing for the thunder stone. none have reached it thus far, but it was only a matter of time.

violet comes up to he with a small bow, her words formal. she was nearly avery's opposite, and avery bristles at the fact, although she tries to keep her tone neutral. she shouldn't underestimate her own rocket comrades.

"not at all. let's get this tea party started then?" she says, waving at the pikachu ahead.

she motions for her galarian meowth to aim at the closest pikachus, aiming a METAL SOUND at their fragile ears. they suddenly stop digging, disoriented. shithead follows up with a SLASH of its claws, aiming it at a random pikachu, causing marks to run down that particular pikachu's sides.

avery preps a pokeball, provided by rocket for the mission. that, in the least, was paid for. she couldn't afford to pay for balls all the time, not on her current paycheck. she turns to miss polite, having dubbed the nickname in lieu of intros.

"name's avery. yours?"


Violet Fairbanks mission

• player/ooc name: cila
• character tags: avery avila
• dropped characters' tags (if applicable): n/a
• ic posts for characters: avery
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• any notes/comments: keep up the good work staff-chans ^-^