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She remains silent as he explains, frowning slightly at the suggestion of the eventual war. Is it that inevitable? Maybe she should live under a rock just a little less.[break][break]

Though maybe that’s what these bunkers are for in the first place. Not just for general refuge, but to recoup from all out combat. The thought makes something uneasy twist in her gut.[break][break]

Where does she want to be when it all breaks loose?[break][break]

Dispelling the idea, she lets her attention wander back to the underboss as he resumes. “Do we have no connections there, already?” Moles, like the one she failed to be.[break][break]

“It would make sense…” she mutters, mostly reasoning to herself. “To protect files and things.”

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

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Blue’s surly, red-eyed stare moved to each individual. Sizing them up one by one. She makes no conversational remarks. There are no niceties to pull from behind her teeth.[break][break]

The weight of her glance does remain on Remiel Calcifet for a beat longer, though. The name rings familiar. She’s certain she read it in…a memo recently. It’s something she pockets for later, though.[break][break]

She skulks behind ALEXANDER STONE , along side her lucario. Together, they provide flank support, without it being asked for. It’s simply a natural position to fall into. And she doesn’t want to be picked off from the back of the group because they’re in some strange place.[break][break]

Her nose wrinkles at his excitement when they come upon the crater. Who gets that excited over a hole in the ground? She peers around him, the creeps up to look at the message.[break][break]

“—the hell’s a robe of fire rats??”

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

queen stinkface herself, everyone[break]

An odd, mousy creature with eyes the size of its little body scuttles out. Probably looking for food. she finds a half-eaten granola bar in her pocket from earlier and offers it out. The shroodle takes an interest and she taps it with a ball while it's distraction.[break][break]

What would you change?[break][break]

she looks over at him, lip curling into something snide for a moment. "Look, I just follow orders. I'm not a policy person."[break][break]

In simpler terms-- if it ain't broke don't fix it. In the case of fighting rings like these, when one falls apart another one just like it will take its place.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Martín del Mar   | catching shroodle! [break]


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While his arcanine takes the lead, her own nidoking prefers to cover their backs. Lumbering behind them, he provides a bulky shield with his tough-skinned body. "Do we not have these resources already?" It's a genuine question. She only takes orders, and isn't relegated to number checking supplies.[break][break]

She follows his glance, eyes traveling slowly up the sharp incline of the building. "You want control of the space center." Presumably for travel reasons.[break][break]

She'll pass on going to the moon though. "That's not the bunker, right?" Or is it under the space center itself?

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

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She wasn't even trying to be here. Not like some of these people she found herself lumped with.[break][break]

Her only intent had been to pick up some things she'd accidentally left behind at the precinct. Not much, but she doesn't have much to begin with. She wants her baubles.[break][break]

Somehow, though, she'd found herself at this rift and saddled with a group. (In spite of herself, she's curious. She just doesn't want to admit it.)[break][break]

The guy introducing himself almost looks similar to Shinra Moro . Pale hair, pale eyes. He's too friendly though, not nearly fox-like enough. She almost considers texting him, but pockets her phone again as soon as it's in hand. She's bothered him enough.[break][break]

Her irritation, instead, spikes outward. Unwarranted defense against Alexander's kindness. Her scowl is evident before she looks away, arms folded. "Murk." Her ring name, not even the real thing. But then again...Blue isn't really her real name either, is it.[break][break]

Why can't she go alone?

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

queen stinkface herself, everyone[break]

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Though she still has a degree of falsehood to maintain around certain parties, leaving Fortree proved to be the breath of fresh air she needed. Like holding her breath for too long, the PD had stifled her. Now, a knot of tension had come loose because she no longer had to pretend at every minute of the day. There’s a degree of guilt from keeping the darker truth of who she is from Shinra Moro, and even CALLISTA MOON.[break][break]

But at least under Theo’s tutelage, there’s no pretense. He knows exactly what she is capable of, and expects performance from her. When summoned at his call, she actually feels far more useful than she ever did in trying to subtly extract information from the league’s police force.[break][break]

For now, she’s in Sootopolis. She hasn’t decided yet if that’s where she’ll stay, but her concern is being able to accompany the underboss when he summons.[break][break]

It is more comfortable– familiar, to slink along in his shadow. But for now, she takes quick strides to walk alongside him instead. Her brow furrows. “Resources?”

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