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This isn’t quite as satisfying as brawling in the cages and pits that make up Slateport’s underbelly, if she’s honest.[break][break]

There’s no great gratification in whaling on a pinned target. No movement and back and forth that leaves her with the dizzying rush and adrenaline spike of traded blows.[break][break]

Tied to the chair, this man isn’t much of a fight.[break][break]

Then he runs his mouth and she feels the telltale flare of her temper. Her brows lift, an incredulous bark of laughter huffs out of her lungs.[break][break]

“Oh, yeah?” Blue rolls her shoulders, shakes her small hands loose before curling them as she rocks back on her heels. All prep, like she’s gearing up for a go in the ring after all.[break][break]

She plays Giada no mind for the moment as she jabs a one-two rabbit punch to the side of his head rather than the back where it’s more risky.[break][break]

“Don’t think I can make you talk? Don’t care.” Her chin jerks over at Gia. “My friend here’s gonna ask you a few things. I’d be real honest with here, if were you.”

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“Does he need to be questioned?”[break][break]

Better to ask questions first than make the mistake.[break][break]

“How clean?” her eyes slip to his through the spreading fog.[break][break]

Rather than approach the front door, she slips around the side of the house. Looking for a back door, or a basement window, seam even with the ground.[break][break]

If she’s lucky.

[attr="class","bottom"]THEO BECKETT [break]
lockbox: scout + elimination[break]

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Since her bunker scouting with THEO BECKETT , she’s taken to the role of enforcer easily. Much more like a fish to water than should probably be alright, but Blue makes a point to not dwell on the focus of her job in much detail.[break][break]

Tonight, though, she’s been paired with someone to fulfill their shared task.[break][break]

Giada.[break][break]

She doesn’t mind the other woman, though she’s only worked with her on occasion. They are probably more different than alike. Then again, Blue hasn’t really felt similarity with anyone before.[break][break]

No, that’s a lie. But thoughts of Shinra Moro don’t belong here, in a place like this, with a task she has to carry out.[break][break]

She knows he wouldn’t like this. She shoves all traces of him in a box in her mind. Locks it up. Instead allowing the rose hue of her stare drift between her companion, and their mark.[break][break]

Then with only a shrug and sparing glance in Gia’s direction, Blue fixated on the man before backhanding him without a spare thought. Just to give an idea of where this is going.

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By the time they’ve eaten, and made sure that the civilian was going nowhere fast, the fact of the matter has sunk in and she’s come to grips with it. The staticky curtain has dropped over her mind until the only emotion she processes is the blank nothingness that comes with the task at hand.[break][break]

She stops in her tracks, staring at the nondescript building. “I’ve never really been known for being discreet,” she remarks simply.
So her input is probably not the most useful in this situation.[break][break]

“But that’s probably beneficial, yeah? Not so messy.”[break][break]

Also a bit of a challenge for her considering the fact that she’s violent and punch-happy, and probably the further possible thing from neat.[break][break]

Her crobat is sent out for the time being, a HAZE seeping from it, mingling with the foggy dark to further obscure them from view. She isn’t good at lowkey, but she wants to be impressive enough to figure out how he ticks.

[attr="class","bottom"]THEO BECKETT [break]
lockbox: scout + elimination[break]

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He ignores her questions and remarks. Which is probably par for the course. It should leave her angry and restless. Does she not deserve acknowledgement? Is she not worthy of it?[break][break]

But life has taught her that she is not. And so the subject dies before it can ever fully take off.[break][break]

No matter her effort to debate—[break][break]

No matter the strange, uneasy churning in her gut—[break][break]

“ For the better. Cleaner job, less strings to cut.”[break][break]

She nods, but she’s looking out the window again. She pushes the white-hot, all consuming burn in her mind. The part that feels and reacts. She shoves and pushes and compartmentalizes it intel there’s nothing else to feel. Eyes glazing with something placid and removed.[break][break]

“Okay.”[break][break]

As a good hound should.

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lockbox: scout[break]

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Some of the pokemon released by Madds scatter, leaving small windows for them to dart through while the kartana are distracted if they're quick enough to seize the opportunity. Her tongue clicks in command to her lucario, and it's as she had previously instructed him - the jackal bursts forward, METEOR MASH sending some of the nearby, smaller kartana propelling in opposite directions as they're thrown back by the force.[break][break]

The pair follows the gap further opened by the garchomp's STONE EDGE. As they go, her lucario steps up alongside ALEXANDER STONE's gallade, ready to further assist pushing any pursuing kartana back.[break][break]

The sooner they're outta here, the better. She might be grumbling as she continues to pick at the few remaining leech seeds stuck to her clothing. Good riddance.[break][break]

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[attr="class","bottom"]ALEXANDER STONE Remiel Calcifet Madeline McKenna [break]

prepared to brawl if she’s gotta[break]

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"If not you, then who?" Some of the heat under her skin extinguishes as she eyes him. She sips at her mug, then forces her hands to curl around the table edge, rather than ball up into small fists at her sides.[break][break]

Blue sits back, removing herself from the pulse of her temper as something flits across her face. Not quite confusion, but not exactly fascination either. Morbid curiosity, maybe?[break][break]

"I do not understand you."[break][break] A pause. "Not what you're saying. You."[break][break]

He is the one who told her that peace is his motive as they stood over the unconscious athlete in the weaving, rocky paths of Mt. Pyre. Yet it is not his personal driving force that fuels him to enact it?[break][break]

"Look. That must be him." her attention fixates on a man standing outside of the door to the small house, clearly fumbling for his keys.

[attr="class","bottom"]THEO BECKETT [break]
lockbox: scout[break]

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Blue paused, eyes shifting sideways to look across the table at him, though she didn’t fully turn her head.[break][break]

“Sure, that’s true. In the case that it would be this fisherman’s choice. Do you like to play god, then, sir?” Her fingers curl tighter around the mug. The heat is harsh against her fingers but she ignores it.[break][break]

“Making choices of sacrifice on behalf of someone else?”[break][break]

It’s the closest she comes to losing her temper with a superior for the first time in years. She knows better, but the flawed logic makes her blood warm furiously.[break][break]

It feels like a lie to save face.[break][break]

So when the secondary answer comes, she ignores it. Instead, she shifts toward him, a slight lean across the table like she’s daring him. Trying to see if there are any buttons to push under that stoic demeanor.

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lockbox: scout[break]