"How messy."

And that was from a professional standpoint. This entire scene screamed amateur, to such a degree that the assassin was disgusted at the mere sight... but mayhaps for the wrong reasons. It was disgust nonetheless. She remains at the edge of the crater, watching, letting the man who'd hopped into the crater several moments earlier do his thing.

She'd arrived slightly after him, not even sure whether he'd noticed her or not.

"Anything interesting in there? Or just trying to cover up your tracks?"

Killian Decker

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Draconid. Right, that's what they called it. "The mountain view is definitely worth it." she agrees. Maybe she should go home for a while, after this is all over. If it ever ends.

When Freya explains, it's as if she can hear the echoes of man and dragon training vibrate through the caves. She wonders if it was the same way she watched the dragon tamers of Blackthorn train when she was little.

"If you'll have me, it'd be my honor. I've got several, if you're parched for trainees." she smiles, then averts her gaze to look at the cavern ceiling stretching above them. "We'll let those sounds echo again soon enough."

Crux too lets one of his heads' gaze wander, then slowly nod its head before it turns back to look at the Draconid, more curious this time. "You might like the little one, Miss Morningstar," As her focus moves back towards Freya, she reaches out to scratch Crux's plumed chest, feeling it shudder happily against her palm. "A handful, but the good kind of energy."

freya morningstar

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She nods, sipping from her own cup as well.

"Nothing that warrants worrying," she muses softly. It had been swift. Clean. Haughty perhaps to say, but she'd done a splendid job tying up any loose ends that could make people worry about a sudden disappearance. All taken care of. There were no traces, she'd made sure of it. At least none they weren't supposed to find.

"Although your little HBIC minions are making good progress. Too proud to investigate any inside interference, though." The assassin looks awfully amused at the memory of Gunner Graves reminding her of her place.

"Left some breadcrumbs leading back to Kanto. Redeemed some favors to make it look like the real deal, enough for them to come to their own conclusions. If they find the breadcrumbs, that is."

PENELOPE LIVY

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"Of course. If anything I'd consider it a compliment. Means I'm doing my job well." There's a hint of a smile tugging at her lips as she extends a hand in greeting.

"Kyrenai Black, pleased to meet you," She keeps her eyes trained on the draconid, undaunting. Any other she'd let her eyes wander ever so subtly and take in anything that could serve as a hint to the puzzle that was a stranger.

The draconid however deserved more respect. Especially since they tugged at the same end of the political rope. She's no enemy. Not as of yet.

"More or less, yes," she gestures at Crux, who's still floating close behind her, one head staring at the draconid with odd intensity. The other holds its gaze at Wolfe in the distance. "This might be presumptious, but I would like to get Hoenn's leading dragon expert's insights on ways to improve Crux's training regimen. I cannot afford the time to return to Blackthorn for it. Not during these times. And it provides the opportunity to meet the person behind the name, too."

freya morningstar

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Funny how the night sky remained so bright when chaos reigned supreme underneath it. She'd not been meaning to settle herself upon her terrace to gaze at the stars, but sleeplessness had taken a hold of her and getting some fresh air had seemed a wonderful idea.

Now the assassin had just made herself comfortable on one of the lounging chairs, a thick blanket draped around her, and her Hydreigon's heads resting upon her lap.

She wondered how many others were staring at the night sky with her. Several made her frown at how disturbingly much they resembled certain pokémon she'd encountered. Like the oddly shaped one in the south, surrounded by three that looked suspiciously much like those three bastard wardens that had chained her and many others up not so long ago.

The Okidogi was one she recognized immediately; that brawny stature would always remain a trigger for the woman's violent vices, she'd learnt. And beside it... the monkey? What was it called again... did it even have a name?


Looking at you, RtnM

Taking a guess at RtnM

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It’s only proper to wave back after inviting oneself to one’s estate without prior notice. Even moreso upon noticing how large the cavern is, and how far it stretches. Even with her set of skills she’d have a tough time navigating the place.

But that was not why she was here. The lady of the house, Freya Morningstar, however was. Putting a bit more fire in her step, Kyrenai crosses the training grounds, when she gets close she still keeps a respectable distance from both woman and Hydreigon.

After all, she’s the one encrouching on their territory.

With a foreign Hydreigon to boot, too. Although Crux does well to stay behind Kyrenai, albeit curious of the draconid and her own partner.

”Miss Morningstar,” The assassin bows her head in greeting. ”I hope I’m not interrupting anything? If so I can return another time if that better fits?”

freya morningstar

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Even though the gates are open, the assassin halts before them. A sign of grace, respect even, for what the owners had done for this city. In the past, and in the present.

She hadn’t been there to see chaos descend upon Sootopolis, duty needed her elsewhere for reasons she’d never divulge. But she’d heard of the sacrifices made, or the losses… of the miracles, if one could call it that.

And now curiosity had brought her here. Kyrenai had heard the councilwoman had remained tethered to her city, and currently resided here. So she’d been told this morning, at least.

Crux hoovers behind her, the scent of another of its kin fresh in the air. Its middle head raised high, searching for it.

It takes another moment before Kyrenai moves once more, a casual strut towards the main building. She’ll find the woman of the hour soon enough.

freya morningstar

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"All yours, Agent. Merely curious." She could gesture in surrender, but she doesn't. This is his interrogation, and his athority will remain unquestioned... yet she will not yield to the subtle degree of intimidation it holds.

She takes the sketch from him and regards it closely. The man on the paper that stared back at her had dominating eyes, perfectly suiting a criminal leader. She'd always found it curious how artists could capture those looks in composite sketches like these, just from verbal recollection.

Does she recognize him from before the conference? No. Not at all.

But those eyes had looked back at her almost pleadingly when he laid dying at her feet but a mere 24 hours ago. They would never find him.

"Sadly, I don't. I'd never seen him before that moment on stage, which is odd considering I know quite a few faces on the HBIC's watchlist. Kanto and Hoenn-bound." Kyrenai looks pensive. "I can have some of my associates look into this as well if you'd like?"

Gunner Graves

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