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POSTED ON Nov 26, 2022 2:45:16 GMT

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Blue rolls her shoulders, then stretches out her back—relishing in the popping noise and the relief of tension that follows. She’s nursing a few sore spots, like a tender bruise swelling on her cheek, and there’s definitely bound to be a galaxy of violet blooming along her ribcage under her athletic gear.[break][break]

She doesn’t mind, though. She’s too busy riding the high of her string of wins from that night’s matches as she steps out into the brisk evening and heads away from the warehouse where the ring had set up temporary shop. Maybe the encouragement previously found in Antoinette Spina was exactly the boost she’d needed. Blue had looked for her in the crowd, but hadn’t seen her tonight.[break][break]

Not the type to linger, though, she put space between herself and the building, rubbing at her taped wrists. Eventually, she sent out her paired up poochyena and houndour. Who knows what, who, they’d find out here at this hour.
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Running routine patrols were totally bogus. Fortree, in her opinion, was boring. She sort of wished she’d been stationed to work with the PD in Slateport, but perhaps her superior’s choice had been intended to keep her nose a little clean. Not that she didn’t find her way back to the Outskirts and the fighting rings there, regardless.[break][break]

Today, though, she had to do her job and play her part of ‘dutiful beat cop.’ But what was the point of being an informant if they just sent her out on these route patrols all on her own. There was no information to glean all the way out here, where the path is empty, and there’s nothing but wild Pokémon?[break][break]

“This sucks, Fang. Maybe we can train you some. Nothing better to do, anyways,” she grumbles to her lucario as he yawns lazily. Clearly just as apathetic about their current assignment.
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She rolled her eyes. “I don’t care if you do.” That wasn’t true, she did. But the decently smart part of her brain said that she shouldn’t have an issue with it—routine, perfunctory for his job. Fussing only meant she had more to hide. And she had a feeling he already suspected there was something there to be picked apart, given the way he was watching her as he was.[break][break]

“In general. Not just my precinct. That’s what I was told.” In all fairness, it was what she’d been told by the chief. She knew fuck-all about actual police procedure, but she’d thought she’d been doing a good job bullshitting her way through it. And she couldn’t say she appreciated the sudden need to work harder at it because of this prick sitting across from her.[break][break]

“There’s nothing special about me. I’m just like any other best cop on the force. No better, no worse.” Fingers laced together, her thumbs twirled around one another. Despite her lack of desire to be perceived so acutely, wasn’t that exactly what she’d always wanted, though? To be called special? A craving to be noticed and approved of, trained into her by the man who’d plucked her up off the Slateport docks. Bred into her even before that, as a child with every lost chance to be chosen by someone. Wanted.[break][break]

She snapped down on the feeling. Bit on the inside of her cheek until faded under the tang of blood, and the stinging heat of bitter, burnt coffee as she washed it down. But despite her efforts to remain impassive, the way he abruptly addressed her sent a chill through her. Blue’s eyes snapped upward, and she visibly flinched. A hand absently shifted to rub at the wrist where the hospital band was once fastened.[break][break]

Her lip curled then, “Don’t.” Once the initial shock of it had faded, giving way to the coiled strike of her temper. The lift of a snake’s head, rattling its tail. Warning. “Don’t call me that. You already seem to know your fair share.”

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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2022 20:32:18 GMT

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It didn't matter how much time passed since she was a part of Lucius Cardello's underground fighting circuit. It didn't matter that the old ring had been busted up, only to be later replaced by something newer, but just as lowball and dirty. The names, the people, were different. But the bloodlust and greed were the same. She could be scrubbed clean and placed into an undercover position that reeked of moral servitude and a passion for law and order. She was still the same underneath the surface. Angry and messy and as grimy as the rest.[break][break]

For Blue, this was like coming home.[break][break]

And she was off the clock anyway, so what she did in her downtime, Fortree PD need not know. The investigator assigned to her, Shinra Moro , definitely didn't need to know. Maybe she shouldn't encourage the rabble rousing through her participation, but the itch was too great not to scratch. If people bet on her, that was on them. And they were betting on Murk, not Blue.[break][break]

Normally she preferred to be the one scrapping, and not her pokemon, but Fang had been with her nearly as long as she'd been in Hoenn. The lucario was probably just as battle honed as herself, and his tactics just as foul. Besides, she wouldn't hesitate to throw punches of her own if it seemed viable. So they stepped into the ring together, a bonded pair. Blue rolled her neck from sided to side, fingers curling and uncurling as she waited for an opponent to come her way. All set to the background noise of the crowd's cajoling, firing her up like nitroglycerine in her blood.

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POSTED ON Nov 12, 2022 20:15:20 GMT

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[attr="id","moonpost"]It was like she could feel his careful scrutiny without his even saying a word. That grated at her, but it was taken with a grain of salt. Most everything does. But if he wanted to play games, she’d play them back. She had no other choice but to do so. It was that or further risk exposure.[break][break]

“I don’t think I believe you,” she replied simply, voice flat. She wasn’t looking for an explanation for his gesture, it was telling enough. And she noted his mannerisms just as carefully, even if she didn’t seem all that interested. Maybe she didn’t make a career out of studying people, but it had always helped her survive to at least be observant. Perceptive under the annoyance and apathy.[break][break]

Blue slumped back in her seat, fingers drumming on the dingy tabletop. The feeling was tacky, or maybe gummy, under her nails. “Coffee, hash rows and eggs over easy.” The cadence of her tone shifted as she looked up at the waitress, sliding away from the coolness she spoke to her interviewer with.[break][break]

As soon as she was gone, Blue’s gaze snapped back to Shinra. “Are you making a file?” Of course he’d make a report, but the idea of more, compiled paperwork on her made her skin crawl. Don’t look at me, don’t see me, she wanted to hiss at him. She wanted to take the clipboard and break it over her knee, then throw it across the room. Lunge across the table and give the man a little more to be concerned about than diner germs—[break][break]

A thin smile plastered itself across her face as she laced her fingers together. “I have no idea why it would be justified. All I know is that this is common procedure.”

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[attr="id","moonpost"]“Whatever,” she grumbled, rose-tinted eyes flashing in annoyance. There was something trite in his politeness and formality, and it wrankled her. That was probably the point– people said that if it earned a reaction, others were liable to continue provoking you. But that was what made it that much more difficult not to react. And Blue, for better or worse, was a reactive individual. Anger and annoyance were predictable and familiar emotions. Feelings she was more prone to experiencing.[break][break]

Soft happiness was short-lived and overrated. Sadness and angst were dramatic and exhaustive. So that left unyielding apathy, or bright hot red at varying levels. Perhaps she wasn’t as good at faking friendliness and professionalism as she’d thought. Maybe this wasn’t some routine check-in.[break][break]

Like a cat having her fur rubbed the wrong way, her irritation spiked without the man having to say anything at all. Another unfortunate truth about Blue: she was very good at whipping up her own stormy moods. Uncannily mercurial.[break][break]

One of the poochyena–Bonnie, sensed it and butt her head up against Blue’s leg as they walked. One hand slipped free and settled atop her fuzzy gray head briefly. Touch was something she didn’t often welcome– at least not from people. She understood the primal interaction of it with pokemon, though. Could welcome that trust, and spared it only there.[break][break]

The 24-hour diner wasn’t one that she usually saw in the light of day. It was reserved for odd hours, and so the staff were not the same faces she was typically familiar with. It wasn’t much more than a small greasy spoon with wide, grimy windows and it looked much dirtier without the appeal of four am burnt coffee and hashbrowns. That didn’t bother Blue one bit–she was mmm…a bit of a scrub.[break][break]

Her expression turned flinty, though, as she watched Shinra pull on a pair of gloves. “The place isn’t gonna give you a disease,” she groused, yanking open the the door and marching herself to the open corner booth she usually occupied.

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POSTED ON Nov 8, 2022 19:38:02 GMT

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Blue’s attention drifted to the side when an unfamiliar man stepped out of the precinct’s doors. Tall and sharp-looking. Not in dress, but demeanor. Like getting too close would yield a cut, or like pricking your thumb on a thorny bush. She didn’t buy the politeness—that was browbeaten into her long by now.[break][break]

Her nose wrinkled at the formality used. Not even Officer Murtagh. The corner of her lip curled in distaste as well. “That’s my mother. Or well, it would be.” The response was flat, emotionless for someone more or less referring to a dead parent. But she’d never really known hers, so what was there to feel about it? “Blue’s fine.” As she rolled off the brick exterior, her hands remained shoved in her pockets and out of reach.[break][break]

She was supposed to be behaving, so she reflected a smile back at him, and maybe there was something just as practiced and false in her own expression. Just enough to possibly strike familiarity in him, though the betraying flicker in her own eyes wasn’t cold so much as it was hostile. “Yeah, they did,” she glided right over the apology. Fuck the station, she wanted to say, but didn’t. That would probably be a little too telling of her imposter syndrome. Even if she wasn’t hiding in plain sight, if she’d wanted to make something genuine and good of herself, she’d never feel at ease there.[break][break]

Instead, she whistled—short and sharp. The two poochyena rose to attention. Snapping into focus as if they hadn’t been sprawled on the sun-warmed pavement seconds before. Ears up and alert, they slunk forward to flank either side of her, and Blue glanced back over her shoulder at him. False positivity in her voice, “There’s a diner a block down that I like going to. That’ll be fine, Dr. Moro.” The distaste crept back, tingeing her words at the last moment.

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POSTED ON Nov 8, 2022 17:53:47 GMT

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Maybe, just maybe, Blue was beginning to realize that she was in a bit over her head. Toni seemed to transition from step to step with a fluid ease that left her stumbling to keep up with. Reservations and dressing nicer and all of this…nicety-- it was way beyond Blue. But she’d agreed, and she was dead set on keeping up. Somehow.[break][break]

“Uh, yeah. Right.” She looked down at herself again. The concept of going out while dressed nicely was a reminder that Blue was actually…pretty gross right now, beyond even just her dirtied attire. Dried blood and sweat stuck to her skin from prolonged physicality. “A shower would be good,” Blue admitted, but maybe it was less to do with her state of being and more to do with the fact that it just sounded nice on her sore muscles.[break][break]

If it wasn’t already obvious– she was kind of a slob.[break][break]

The arrival of a second round was something she found herself grateful for, though. Rather than speak her thanks, she nodded at Andrew, tipping a short salute in his direction. The whiskey would help slow her thoughts, and mellow her out. At least, that was the goal–as evidenced by the way she drank from her glass a bit more quickly than before.[break][break]

“Okay, I can do quick.” Or slow. She just needed the directive, really, and she’d acquiesce. Her head shook despite the uncertainty that lingered. The unsettled feeling of being dressed nicely and put together primly. “No, it’s fine. I wouldn’t want to look, erh..out of place.” That much was true: no matter her level of independence or as uncomfortable as fancy attire might be, she’d much rather just blend in. It was what she was good at.

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This was a stupid waste of time.[break][break]

It was like, why did she have to basically work on her day off? Hands shoved sullenly in her pockets, Blue slouched against the exterior of the Fortree PD station. She'd been in a mood about it since the day prior when her captain had pulled her into their office to let her know that she was due for a routine eval. What kinda bullshit was that? She wanted to have words with her shadow superior--the one she actually defaulted to.[break][break]

She didn't agree to be placed in this undercover position to get subjected to psych evals. And it wasn't even the normal guy doing it, so her captain said. It was a guy from interpol who was taking over assistance in some of these areas due to the uptick in work and duties because of the chaos the incoming meteor was causing. Interpol. The word made her skin crawl. It was even less appealing. That meant international. That meant her past coming back to haunt her.[break][break]

But if he wasn't from Johto, maybe it would be fine.[break][break]

The tough attitude wasn't much more than a front, though. Underneath it, the idea of being known or perceived by someone who could read her behavior was unsettling and unnerving. She had a job to do. She wasn't supposed to get caught. Ergo, she had to play this right.[break][break]

But it didn't mean that she wanted to.[break][break]

So she waited--petulantly kicking at pebbles as two of her poochyena lounged lazily beside her. Bonnie and Clyde, all dressed up in their K9 harnesses, though they weren't nearly as well trained as they should have been. Normally she would've had her lucario with her, but it was a pack mentality thing, she supposed. Strength in numbers. Or some shit like that.

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POSTED ON Nov 7, 2022 23:16:45 GMT

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She still didn’t understand why Toni felt invested in this effort. Even more so, though, why she herself was humoring it. Normally, shrugging others off came naturally to Blue if it didn’t fit the routine fixed in her mind. So why did she want to appease this virtual stranger?[break][break]

The smile that spread across Toni’s face, though, definitely further cemented Blue’s agreement. Then the appraisal began and she sat in puzzled silence. This. Well, she clearly knew no other way to be, and she almost voiced as much, but the dinner part pulled her attention. “No, not since before.” Before she got pulverized in the ring, that was.[break][break]

“Nice? What’s wrong with this?” It was the knee jerk response that she mumbled as she frowned and looked down at her sparring gear. Oh…yeah, okay. Maybe the dirt and bloodstains weren’t the most appealing look. But also, Blue had never really really considered much to her clothing apart from either functionality or comfort.[break][break]

What was nice? Well, there was her officer uniform— Blue was pretty sure that wasn’t at all what Toni meant, though. And she didn’t exactly want to wear that in a part of Slateport that she was sort of hiding from her responsibilities in. Which— “Oh, I don’t live near here. So this is all I have.” She frowned again as she felt warmth flood her face. Tentatively, Blue lifted a hand to poke at her cheek. What was this? Shame? Embarrassment?

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