A sadistic blind bitch, [break][break]

But not someone who would leave him behind, that's for sure. New mission: Make sure Inigo got out of there safe and sound. That should be easy enough to do, right? She adjusts the mask against her face, bright red lens almost glowing beneath the black-dyed hair she fashions for the mission. In a much more leisurely manner, she pulls out the red and white capsule to release a metagross beside her. [break][break]

It's standard movement, so she can hop onto its back before lightly tapping her ankle against the side. "Magnet rise, we're off to find Tahuna." she says to the pokemon, whose body gradually floats into the air, with arms moving inwards to its main body. She gets herself situated, and the three zip into the air, until they can reach the water's surface. [break][break]

And there she pulls out the communication channel again, eyes open with a red glow, the same her metagross emits to share vision via psychic. "Not to far, from the look of it." she keeps a grip on the steel pokemon's body, until she can see the waves that crash against the water's surface, from a familiar looking shark. [break][break]

"Are they still on your--" She's about to ask, before seeing a few trainers mounting their flying pokemon, and some water pokemon, giving chase. "Still on your tail. Oi! Both of you, close your eyes!" [break][break]

Is all the warning he gets and, with a quick tap, she calls for the metagross to get closer to the water's surface. "C'mon lil guy!" She holds the porygon-z before her, the little thing glitching erratically in her fingers. "Signal Beam!" [break][break]

The command is given, and from the porygon-z's body, an erratic light emits from its body, aimed at the metagross' CLEAR BODY to reflect off.. many, many lights, in succession.

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MP TRACKER

170 MP

> Mission: Cargo (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Inigo del Rosario [break]
Did you order some epilepsy

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You can’t lose to the enemy, if the enemy doesn’t show up. [break][break]

There’s no saying for that, but wouldn’t that work perfectly here? So carefully, stalking the shadows with a hatterene to occasionally teleport her around, they approach the ever growing rift. Ah.. who’d have thought that such a big rip in space would cause so much stress? [break][break]

Not that she’s in a place to be questioning. [break][break]

“Hey, Tahuna?” She speaks into the ear piece, unsure if he could already hear her from their distance. “No one’s here, looks like. What’s the plan?” she mulls over their options when she asks, head tilting into a small smile “Blow up the entrance?~”


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MP TRACKER

160 MP

> Mission: Cave (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Inigo del Rosario

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Information. [break][break]

It’s easier to transport than cargo and, frankly, she prefers this more than being on the field, and risk getting caught out like last time. Though she isn’t much help, the porygon-z that glitches at her side, eccentrically, blinking in and out of reality seems to be raring to go.[break][break]

So she finds herself at a tower - something that she heard that the league was using for their communications amidst the distortion of portals. They already have their hands full with security - she’s surprised that there hasn’t been much of anyone stationed to guard their communications (or maybe there were, and the distortions took them). [break][break]

"Oi, Tahuna~" She doesn't glance down at the partner who came along with some of his equipment, but instead lowers to rest her arms against her knees with a smile. "You start doing your thing, and I'll have my lil guy go in and wreck havoc." she raises a hand up, for the porygon-z to affectionately (eccentrically) nuzzle against.


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MP TRACKER

160 MP

> Mission: Comms (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Inigo del Rosario

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“Y’know,” she starts a smile to her lips as she leisurely strolls down the path, solid in her steps “I’ll take the loss this time.” she says with a snicker, her hand gently pressed against the earpiece. “It sounds like you’re having a worse time being able to see, anyways~” [break][break]

Still, the lingering sweetness in the air doesn’t go away, and she’ll assume it’s because it’s a dream. Last she recalls, dreams were able to replicate other senses, such as touch, hearing and smell. But he couldn’t smell it? So maybe he’s further away than she thought. [break][break]

“No.. I definitely smell something sweet in the air.” she only pauses to take a whiff, and its familiarity burdens her. She’s walking straight, in the direction she assumes he walked, anyways. He wouldn’t be able to tell if he turned or not, what with the changing surroundings. [break][break]

It doesn’t take long for her to realize, as she takes her strides. “.. Ahh.” comes from her lips in revelation, and she smiles softly. “It kind of smells like the pancakes from back home.”

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MP TRACKER

190 MP

> Mission: Interdream (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +20 MP
[break]> IC Post +20 MP

Inigo del Rosario

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Ah, she hates doing dirty work like this. [break][break]

They have to be on the move, they have to run, quickly, transporting items to and fro. It’s always a hassle, especially when she figures that they’re above the rank of doing grunt footwork - but maybe she’s been wrong this entire time. Rocket was so high maintenance, but here she is, hiding out somewhere on her own for a little while, not daring to contact until she’s certain that she hears nothing (she’s blessed now with an acute sense of hearing, and her slimmer stature and thankfully help her fit through smaller spaces).[break][break]

When she hears the airy pants through the ear piece, she’s letting out soft huffs of her own, with a glitchy, blue and red pokemon at her side. “Yeah.. In the clear.” She’s bent over, with arms against her knees, catching her breath with a large bag on her back and over her shoulder. “Sounds like..” she takes a huff, before wearing a smile “You in need of some help there, Tahuna?~”

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MP TRACKER

160 MP

> Mission: Cargo (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Inigo del Rosario

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Light doesn't reach her eyes. [break][break]

It can be said wherever she goes - and the interdream zone is no different. Whereas he was overwhelmed, she was walking, idly, through the ever-changing landscape. Their surroundings change, and they were briefed on what they were getting themselves into, but she can only imagine how vividly everything must be as he tries to navigate the surface. [break][break]

And some sick, twisted sense of humor finds it amusing. [break][break]

"You sound distressed over there, Tahuna~" she says with a smile, and a chime. perhaps it was because her imagination is filled only of vivid images of her childhood, that the land she walked on seemed a lot more level, and that she wasn't feeling as disorientated as he was. Though, she'll admit, upon entering, she felt.. odd, like a weight has been dropped onto her shoulders. [break][break]

It leaves a bad taste in her mouth.[break][break]

"I couldn't tell you where I was, even if I wanted to." she sighs into the comms, before gently tapping the side of her head, knowing that he likely, wouldn't be able to see so "... But I'm in a pretty calm place?" and Ariadne doesn't realize it, but the ever shifting realm around her envelopes a pocket of peace. [break][break]

"It smells sweet."

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MP TRACKER

170 MP

> Mission: Interdream (1/2) +100 MP
[break]> Postdorm Mission +50 MP
[break]> Realm Mutations +10 MP
[break]> IC Post +10 MP

Inigo del Rosario

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“And I just might bother him to help me read it~” [break][break]

Blind asides, she never really got the chance to learn how to read past elementary level. She has her parents’ incompetence to thank, along with the inability to read braille. She can already hear the groan of annoyance, followed by the eventual agreement to help. The image brings a smile to her lips. [break][break]

Plus, she’ll trust a scammer to know a scam when he sees one - not that she’d think that Leonidas Stone of all people would be telling her a lie. [break][break]

And now she stands shortly thereafter, a smile ever changing on her lips as she gives a leisurely wave off. “Yes, yes. You know how and when to contact me~” she chimes as her other hand raises up to take the tendril of a pink and blue, humanoid pokemon. [break][break]

Thank god she has her pokemon, otherwise she’ll stumble over the leg of the chair as she was starting to get up. Being blind for how many years has helped her with her balance, and though her spatial awareness has become very acute, it doesn’t stop her from nearly taking a tumble here and there. [break][break]

“Now then.. Just have to learn how to hold a pencil and sign something~” She jests up to the witch pokemon, who only groans in distaste.

Leonidas Stone [break]
END

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Something appears in the vision's peripheral, but she doesn't heed it any mind. [break][break]

The hatterene doesn't, so why should she? Ariadne is already preoccupied with trying to see through the darkness, although the lack of colour does help witht he vision. If she's to describe it any way.. It'd be like looking at the world through an old black and white television, with a film of static and white noise that covers the picture? It's irritating to say the least, and she doesn't recall the last time she's seen the world in vivid colour. [break][break]

"Mm.. We should almost be home~" She muses to the hatterene, who says nothing as she leads the trainer on with her tendril. "Ah, silent as ever."

skipping[break]
dark/normal spawns

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She nearly instinctively pulls her hands back when she feels the gentle nudge, before she stands there to process how much higher he’s moved them. The words are put on pause as she tilts her head, lowering her hands again, then raising them approximately where he left them.[break][break]

“Not my fault you’re so fucking tall.” then she sticks her tongue out, in mock disdain. [break][break]

He’s calling her a catch? She’d tease him if she hadn’t already poked at him enough for one night. “Y’know what?” she asks, lowering her hands as she shifts her weight onto one of her legs “Sure, I’ll take your word for it~.” she muses with her fingers combing through locks of platinum. “Since I’m sure you got good taste.” [break][break]

It’s getting late, even if she can’t see it, she can feel the night breeze starting to pick up. The later it gets, the colder the temperature drops. They’ve been out, talking by the sand for a while, so maybe she’ll save more teasing for another day. So her fingers lower and gently knock on the wood to act as her guide. “Anyways, it’s getting late. Maybe it’s about time we start heading back?” she hums with a grin, taking a step or two (so confidently in the wrong direction).

Inigo del Rosario [break]
we can end on your post, or just chuck in to be archived

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Aw, how sweet of him, thinking about her. He doesn’t have to when she has a large chunk of metal to fly on, but the sentiment is always appreciated. [break][break]

The nod doesn’t go unnoticed, lucky him, she thinks the slight mistake is cute when she’s looking through the blurred, slightly static lens of a hatterene. Internal fawning aside, a soft sigh of relief comes from her lips when he confirms that her eyes would be the price of failure - so in other words, she has only to gain from this experiment. While she doesn’t exactly know how to feel knowing that her body is going to be at the mercy and hands of doctors who are following the instructions of a hypothetical, there’s not much else she can lose now, is there? [break][break]

“That’s a relief to hear~” she muses, elbow on the table surface as her cheek rests against closed knuckles.] “I thought my brain would be on the line, or something.” there’s a chuckle in her tone as she makes light of the morbid possibility, though she’d think that he’s grown used to her darker shade of humor. “If it’s successful, I’ll finally be able to see the pretty face associated with the voice~” she makes flirtatious banter as an eye opens up, bright, unnatural red and magenta as a result of contact lens.[break][break]

“So just give me a date to meet with doctors, so we know when to sort everything out.” her legs cross beneath the table, her head tilting further against her hand “There’re a lot of tests that I’ll need to run, right? Just to make sure my health is okay? Preliminary stuff?”[break][break]

There always is, and she wouldn’t be surprised to hear about any sort of contract she’d need to sign. There’s always some kind of fine print when it comes with acting with a company.

Leonidas Stone

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she used to be scared of the dark. [break][break]

she isn't anymore, especially since she's so used to it. though she can't see in colour all too well, or see the shapes too well, having a hatterene act as her eyes is a good thing. at least, it lets her see something. she can hold her tendril and keep herself from bumping into every other thing, or tripping over bushes, or walking into trees. it was a habit she had, until her salazzle grew enough to hold her hand and guide her through the way. [break][break]

"we're almost home, right?" she asks the hatterene, who lets out a soft hum as the trainer maintains her serene air, and smile, on her face. if it changes, someone will want to slap her, and she'd rather not deal with that. there should be nothing too dangerous coming out around and about, right? so it's alright. it'll be alright.

dark/normal spawns

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"don't be." [break][break]

she chimes with a cheeky grin, a free arm reaching up and over to tuck a lock of platinum with a hint of blue hue behind her ear. "it's about time they got a taste of their own medicine, no? they'd may as well be robbing people blind with those prices of theirs~. for all i know, the diamonds aren't even cut to prime." spoken like a woman about to cause trouble, she's almost tempted to call for a manager when they go on their own escapade. maybe she will for giggles. [break][break]

either way, she seeks to enjoy herself with the howling of realization that they've been robbed. maybe she'll switch out her contacts to be something more subtle, and less striking when they get to play the part. after all, they certainly weren't going out to play the parts of a wealthy couple in the tacky everyday wear they were in? no, she'd have to be stupid to do that. [break][break]

so they'll get changed, and the show will begin. if only she could see it.

end

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