Kyrenai makes mental notes of their 'battle plan'; every tidbit of information stored for later use. After all, aside from the reports available, she knew little about the Ultra Sea, only having arrived here after a series of kerfuffles in Granite Cave.

"Well enough to hold my own," she nods, hiding her surprise at hearing the top champion would rather run than stand and fight. Then again, mayhaps not such a bad idea to forgo confrontations until they were utmost necessary. She did the same most of the time, albeit different circumstances did apply. "Doesn't sound all that bad for a strategy, in all honesty," Kyrenai adds to the later statement.

"But no worries, if we end up bumping into Rockets, I'll have your back." She pats the pokéballs hidden on the belt beneath her coat and gives the man a confident smile.

"Well then, off we go?"


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kyle lopez

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Ah, a bold soul among the fowls.

"No need. They're merely fetching the few things mistakenly brought here by an earlier convoy." she replies, head turning towards the voice that has just joined her. Even if the young woman hadn't introduced herself, Kyrenai would have known who she was by merely looking at her-- the woman holding importance enough that she had to know. Yet the only thing that could possibly betray this sentiment was the quirk of her eyebrow, and a subtle smile forming as she eyed the Mismagius' mischievous smile afterwards.

Inclining her head in greeting, she too introduces herself to the Galarian princess. "Kyrenai Black," she starts, and upon recalling the brief flashback of kyle lopez's formal way of addressing her, quickly adds. "Or Kyr, if you prefer." Better to not have a repeat of earlier events and have people stumble over her foreign name. But she allows herself a little smile as she addresses Elise, then casts her eyes back at the supply officer, glare apparent. He cringes. When she speaks again, her gaze shifts back to Elise, kinder this time. "I take it you'll be joining me in delivering these to their rightful destination?" she gestures at the crate, filled to the brim with small bottles.

They'd been meant for another outpost, but the man overseeing the supplies had found them more than deserving of the accidental surplus, and had failed to notify command of the error. Kyrenai however hadn't, and had gladly made the trek back to retrieve them. If the man hadn't tried to be difficult with her, she'd have even helped him gather everything; but he hadn't, and she hadn't bothered remaining kind afterwards.

"Shouldn't take much time, seeing our cargo is significantly smaller than the original it arrived with."


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Elise Calcifet

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She nodded knowingly as he brought forth the rules to their opposed clash, mayhaps even the subtlest of smiles. Oddly, the assassin was fine with keeping blades sheathed and having their pokémon do the talking for them. Single combat, have them clash as true warriors would. And she for one knew who to pitch against his, no matter who he called on.

So, when the Cinderace came forth, along with the distorted, robotic itteration of his voice, she didn't blink.

Instead, she frowned, tilting her head with a questioning gaze. "And why would I hate you?"

She'd find out eventually, this she knew with a certainty, but unless he was about to do something utmost atrocious-- and believe it when she said she knew atrocious, she highly doubted it. Miffed, at best. Proud, if her own soldier could withstand the foe Seraphim had decided for him. But the man, for now, had all but done anything to earn her ire.

"Well, seeing as I ushered in the challenge...," her voice trailed off, and from her belt a red beam shot forth, taking the form of a small, fiery chimp. As it popped into existence it cried out eagerly, and quickly twisted its head back towards Kyrenai, who nodded.

Cin had never seen true battle before, so bringing him along was, and effectively using him in this situation was... foolish. But it was how she'd been taught as well. The world was a hard place, and although she would not let its life be endangered, to have her Chimchar taste the bitter medicine that was combat this way. Cruel. But necessary. She knew he would learn quickly, however.

"Your move."

Cin eyed the Cinderace expectantly, not in the slightest bit afraid of something he perhaps should have been afraid of.




Cin - Chimchar/male - Blaze - Flame Wheel, Flamethrower, Acrobatics, Swift, Nasty Plot, Tackle


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- PD Mission Participation (50MP) || IC Post: 10MP (20MP)
- Calls forth Chimchar
- Ends Turn

Amor Rose

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When she sees the most familiar set of armour rise in front of her, Kyrenai cannot help herself. The laughter spilling from her lips is genuine, as if someone just told her the joke of the century. The assassin allows herself the reprise, the irony of the situation almost exactly opposite to what had transpired at Mt. Pyre, their roles reversed in full. It amuses her to no end, and she knows the man before her will not attack her merely because he can. A single clash -even if she'd see it as a mockery moreso than a proper meeting of swords- was all it took to see the man's honor.

When her fit of laughter fades, she wipes a stray tear from her eye. "You're still on about that?" she coughs, clearing her throat from the last remaining giggles stuck in its depths. "Sorry, but no. Even if it was your birthday, I wouldn't entertain you like that." Kyrenai shakes her head, hand resting on her sword. "We both know I need to be on the other side, so I'll have to disappoint once more in regards to a peaceful retreat."

And then she smiles.

"But I'll give you the honors on how we'll clash this time... fair warning, I did come prepared this time." The assassin taps her attire. "Not planning on letting you repeat the same farce twice."



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- outfit
- PD Mission Participation (50MP) || IC Post: 10MP (10MP)
- In Kyr's mind, this situation is hilarious
- A challenger approaches

Amor Rose

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Once again she's wandering the darkness, silent steps on rocky floors granting nary a sound to the echoing walls of Granite Cave. Unlike last time however, she carries a light with her. A small lantern, it's light faint enough to keep her presence hidden and to those watching from afar, playing it off as a spell of the eye, yet still capable of illuminating what is directly in front of her.

And with every step she takes, the light sways as it dangles from the belt on her hip.

Left. Right. Left. Right.

The light it casts makes the darkness turn to shadows, dancing to her rhythmic gait. Behind her Jaci, her Lunatone, floats about, still hidden in the darkness that the lantern cannot reach. Still a few more hours until there's a change of guard; then she may return to the Ultra Sea once more.



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- outfit
- PD mission Participation (50MP) || IC Post: 10MP (10MP)
- Patrolling Granite Cave with Jaci (Lunatone)
- Jaci is currently not visible

Ruby Garcia

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"Miss Magnusson?"

Her voice quietly calls the woman to attention as she appears beside her; a simple description given alongside the location of a gathering spot. A routine inspection of the areas between the outposts; a scouting mission, if anything. That's how she played it off-- and had hoped to be granted leave to perform the mission by herself. HQ however had decided differently. She was to be escorted by another league affiliate. So Kyrenai had agreed, albeit reluctantly, though she'd pokerfaced her way through the briefing to hide said reluctance.

To abandon League ship for a random assassination was ludicrous, but it would aid them eventually. Not that any at HQ would agree to it now they were in the midst of their plans, bar one or two people, but she could not ask them to pull their strings. So she'd just do it off the grid, and would have, if not for her escort.

Now she'd have to find a way to drag Lydia Magnusson along and proceed with her own plans without either her or the League catching on.

She gives the younger woman a gentle smile. "Kyrenai Black," she extends her hand, introducing herself. "we're supposed to be partners for the scouting mission."


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- outfit
- PD Mission Participation (50MP) || IC Post: 10MP (10MP)
- Internally brooding
- Meeting up with Lydia

Lydia Magnusson

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Kyrenai's stride is purposeful as she arrives at the outpost, brushing past the centries trying to confirm her identity. They cease the moment she flicks a piece of paper at them, her glare speaking volumes as they pale at the message on it. Whatever kerfuffle would have been is snuffed out instantly as the assassin continues onward towards the supply point.

Although her voice doesn't reach far enough to eavesdrop -she's making sure it's leveled-, her gestures make no illusions of the verbal pressure she's exerting on the poor man. He seems to contest whatever she's asking, but his bravado is only met with a finger jabbing his chest; hard enough for the man to steady himself. He tries again, yet this time the redhead cuts him off immediately, her voice raised ever so slightly. "You're going to ignore your superior's orders?"

Kyrenai knows exactly why the man is working against her; yet now she's captured the attention of a few by raising her voice, he caves and mumbles something, disappearing inside the building. She huffs and crosses her arms, flicking her head towards the eavesdroppers who avert their gazes just as quickly.

She smirks, shaking her head. If only they'd pay that much attention to the surroundings outside the outpost's walls.




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- Participation in PD Mission (50MP) || IC post: 10MP (10MP)
- Arrives at outpost like a hurricane
- 'speaks' with the head of supplies
- Waits for her cargo

Elise Calcifet

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"Thank you." Kyrenai nods, accepting the antidote and storing it away somewhere safe on her person. Although she's yet to encounter a Nihilego -a lucky shot, she figures- having an antidote on hand only adds to her survival chances.

Though it hasn't escaped her that he only addresses her by her last name; whether it's a formality or the tongue-twisting nature of her first name is up for grabs. "Unless it's for formality's sake, Kyr is fine. Just in case we bump into the other Blacks. We all sort of look alike." she adds with a grin. Though she has no idea who's actually involved in these events right now. She'll find out soon enough.

"Which outpost are we resupplying first?"



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- 50MP for participation in PD Mission

kyle lopez

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Kyrenai nods solemnly, hand resting on the blade at her side. Sharp and deadly, just like the woman's senses. "They can try," she says softly, as if she's fondly reminiscing a promise. "it'll be the last thing they'll ever do."

And as the shadows they stick to, so does the assassin stick to the councilwoman; a step or two behind, at her left side. It's only after a while that she speaks again, voice hushed enough to not disturb the quiet of the Ultra Sea. One could never be too certain. Even if reports had indicated most of the area was clear.

"How's the situation right now?"

PENELOPE LIVY

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The interdream mist has yet to toy with her mind, but she's aware it's there, tugging at the threads of her subconsciousness to draw forth weaknesses she does not wish exposed. There's a hiss as she hides from the giant beast -oddly resembling a psychedelic Salamance- as it blasts for fire and destruction. Kyrenai's not its intended target, moreso a byproduct of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or is she?

Beams of red light notify her of pokémon being switched out, and as a Noivern takes flight she takes another look at the figure not too far away from her. Tsk. Not her target. Which means she could just leave and let the interdream mist continue taking its toll on those present.

If only it hadn't displayed Kanto's destruction.

If only she hadn't recognised it.

If only the memories of the warring days where she entertained many by bringing silent death didn't prance around her mind.

If only.

Sometimes, just sometimes she hated when the devotion to her craft crumbled for the kindness it had tried to snuff out.

The assassin balls her fist and smacks it against the formation she's hiding behind, cursing silently before stepping out in the open. Her other hand has moved to fetch another set of pokéballs from her waist and tosses one forth; a bulky Carracosta appearing almost instantly. "Your target," she points at the beast up above. "Aid the Noivern." Until I say differently. But she didn't have to say that out loud. Her Carracosta nodded and prepped itself, unleashing a Hydro Pump at the Roaring Moon when its attention was on the Noivern.

"And you-" she says, louder while pointing at Ashley Shepard. "Consider me an ally until we maul that thing." Be this stanger Rocket or League; she couldn't care any less. Only the safety of her charge, who was currently not present. So effectively, she could and would do as she pleased, even if it meant aiding those not on her proverbial side of the field.




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- outfit
- Sends out Carracosta to help with a Hydro Pump
- Reinforcements deployed

Ashley Shepard

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She just smirks and shakes her head.

"Nevermind then, Mr. Lopez. I work for her, so I just wanted to make sure if anything new had popped up in my absence I needed to be aware of."

Fruitless little lies. She just wanted to make sure whether the champion was aware who she was. Which only meant she'd have to downplay certain little aspects she'd set out with to take care of; and to keep herself at bay if conflict arrived at their doorstep. To play the upstanding citizen with a penchant for pokémon handling and serving her nation rather than the grim reaper with death on her hands. For once she was happy to have downsized on the amount of knives she carried on her person-- or more importantly, in sight. A single, large hunting knife strapped to her thigh. The rest smaller and deftly hidden on the inside of her boots.

"Kyrenai Black," she'd have extended her hand if she wasn't busy steadying the bags, so a short bow would do to replace the gesture. She'd follow up to her greeting rather swiftly after all was said and done, knowing time was of the essence. "Let's get this show on the road, shall we? I'm sure there's more than enough tasks that still need completing." She said it matter-of-factly, waiting for the man to take charge.


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- 50MP for participation in PD Mission

kyle lopez

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"As good as can be," she replies, turning to meet the voice that has appeared from the wormhole atop his solar lion steed. It's the first time meeting the top champion in the flesh, as is the Solgaleo before it's recalled, closing the rift they came through. All other info she knows of them are the files PENELOPE LIVY and Kyrenai's own sources were kind enough to extend.

But Kyle Lopez, at first glance, did not seem to disappoint.

"Did Penelope give you a heads up?" she asks, moving in closer to hoist one of the duffelbags over her shoulder. They're heavy and filled to the brim, making the fit that much more uncomfortable; but a fit, nonetheless.


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- 10MP per post (10MP)
- 50MP for participation in PD Mission

kyle lopez

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Crimson eyes have been watching silently as the owners of these hushed voices wander about, sharing their secrets only to those who need hear it. Even in this secluded room not all seem to know what is said; she hears snippets, but her focus is never on the words spoken.

Those aren't meant for her, so her interest regarding them is equally low. Yet every movement they make she takes note of. And when they get close to PENELOPE LIVY her focus intensifies. Yet like a shadow she lingers, away from the scattered allies, but ever so vigilant of the potential threats.

It's only when the councilwoman turns and speaks that the assassin moves. Her muscles protest only momentarily as she straightens her back, nodding curtly.

"About time," she ushers softly, fastening the blade at her side. And then she gestures shortly for Penelope to lead the way. "After you, miss Livy."

PENELOPE LIVY

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