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Crazy what a little recon can get you. A name, a preferred drink, details about a guy you want. She's walks the walk, she talks the talk. She's done it for years in high school, then college, and she can certainly do it here at a bar. Enough groundwork, and she doesn't buy her own drinks. More, and she wouldn't buy dinner.[break][break]

But this is a special night. And when Underboss Quinn says he won't drink, she respects the decision.[break][break]

"You got it," she waves with a finger, and does all the ordering herself. A showing of initiative? Maybe. She just wants to make a good first impression, and a water for the Underboss was the first best step.[break][break]

Once he's situated, she starts. "You've got quite the reputation, Underboss Quinn. It's like, so impressive. I admire that," she starts, beating around the bush and trying to stroke the ego before she goes further. Best foot forward. While she wants to be quick and to the chase, a little preamble is fine too![break][break]

"Can I order you some food?"

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Like wow? Crazy work on some hoe bag, Helena is impressed. Way impressed? Especially with the weather like this in this stupid humid region. It's like a sauna all the time, and she hates it. Why the beaches, why the water? It messes with her hair, and it's wreaking havoc on her hair, and it doesn't help she left her hairstylist in Goldenrod.[break][break]

But the moment this Abigail speaks, Helena already likes her. Her kind of bitch. One brow up, and hand to her hat, she places it on a tiny hook to hand, letting those black luscious locks go. With it comes the assessment.[break][break]

And Helena was right to like her. "Ugh, I KNOW. It's like this region hates me," she pouts out, her resting bitch face immediately disappearing. A girl who isn't afraid to disrespect her gets brownie points over a spineless one. Helena is smiling. "I definitely wanna keep it long and layered? I want 'Look-My-Way and Do-What-I-Say' kinda hair? So maybe a few inches, and any product you think can make that happen. Like hair-bang-over-eye kind of pre-fuck look that screams come and get me?" she says exactly what she wants, her tone matter-of-factly, like she's thought it through, but her inflection is uncertain. If Abigail can read between the lines?[break][break]

She will absolutely bestie this girl any day.[break]

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Pft. Big hunting them? Helena isn't even remotely concerned, the smug look on her face, lips upturned in a smirk without a care. And yet...[break][break]

Her smirk twitches. The sweat trickles down her neck, as she feels herself shiver and shake. Why was that cold sweat on her nape? She wasn't afraid. No, but something about this place... it leaves her shivering.[break][break]

It's just the winter air, she tells herself, over and over and over again. The red eyes focused at the foes below, as this thing continued to cause her a light panic. Grabbing Bowie closer, she realizes how alone she feels.[break][break]

They soar closer to Lulu despite seeing the TERA BLAST, her manicured hands shaking as she calls out "What's out here, anyways? Just a bunch of bugs."[break][break]

Helena Hawthorne would never admit her own fear, but with one helluva DRAGON CLAW to bat away another trio of Venomoth, she had no reason to feel that way.[break][break]

Yet she did.[break][break]

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Oh, could the big strong caveman not handle it? Maybe he should have thought that through before getting her outfit and makeup ruined. Oh well, he can deal with it.[break][break]

"Oh, you want to fight me?" Her red eyes narrow, the twitch on her slightly painted lips as she smirks. "Bring it on, you overgrown neanderthal." As Helios came in with a mighty leap, in moments following, Jonas follows suit, getting right in front of Helena, and providing an ERUPTION to vaporize the splashing water into steam from his back, exploding the fire upwards into a pillar of flame. The Quilava gives a look to Helios.[break][break]

The Quilava was smiling.[break][break]

Both hands on Helena's hips, and a lean forward, she feels her left eye twitching more. He just tried again to splash her, but it was the last time he'd ever get the chance. "Me, kiss you? Please," she rolls her eyes, her dainty little hand out away from herself as she couldn't stomach the idea. He's built, but that's like, the only thing going for him. Scars were gross.[break][break]

"But three-on-three, well," she starts, her smirk vaporizes, as she stares towards the river, and scowls. "Not here. Somewhere less wet... Mt. Chimney. Tomorrow."[break][break]

"Unless the limp-dicked caveman can't take the heat?" Now she's manipulating him. More her scene, more advantage to herself. Gives her time to get fixed up again.[break][break]

"And if I win, you'll be my bitchboy for a whole year. Deal?"

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And there he is. Attractive guy, blonde, tall. Taller than her, clearly. But it's clear her beauty isn't his type, and Helena's pouty little resting bitch face isn't entertained. But, best to make good with the higher-ups, in case she needs to get in bed with them early.[break][break]

"Good evening. You must be Underboss Quinn. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Helena Hawthorne, daughter of the Ecruteak Theater in Johto," she begins. She's cordial, much different to the foul mood and expression she gave just moments before his arrival.[break][break]

Though she's vastly focused on her nails, she does peer up to look him in the eyes. And she provides a barely-detectable fake smile.[break][break]

"Are you a scotch kinda guy? Vodka? Or water like me? All on me."

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Riding in on her own, expertly-trained and absolutely adorable dragon, Bowie, she answered the call that came with it. Protect a research station from Rocket, assist in the chasm, and keep those pussies in the League away from it.[break][break]

Defend it? Sounded like work. But now for Bowie. As she reaches nearby, a woman seems to beat her to it, and Helena stared down with a brow raise. A Noivern, blasting away a Tyrantrum?[break][break]

She whistles. And with it, Bowie dives.[break][break]

"Bowie, be a dear, and chomp the bug coming at the woman," she commands, smirking as the Charizard races forward, and ripping into an incoming VENOMOTH via FIRE FANG, with Helena responding in turn, atop her dragon, a hand through her hair, as she wondered how much less graceful Draco Prowler would have handled it.[break][break]

"Hiiiiiiiii! Thought you could use some help!" She coos out towards the slightly older woman, blowing her a kiss.[break][break]

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Is this limp-dicked caveman for real forreal? Draco takes a step forward, and attempts to show his anger, and all Helena can do in response is frown, arms crossed. This overgrown lizard didn't scare her, in all honesty, his bad breath just made her retch.[break][break]

"Oh really? I should watch my mouth?" she starts, ill-temper pushing the boundary, ready to see how far this guy is willing to go. If he even dares to hurt her, she will kill him outright. Jonas may be all nice, and chill now, but the moment this oversized neanderthal comes at her, or this stupid overgrown, ignoramous lizard tries something, Jonas will kill.[break][break]

Jonas' eyes show almost that much, but when Helios fires that brave flame up, so does Jonas in retaliation. It wasn't a scare tactic, it was an honest means to tell Helios he respects him.[break][break]

But his trainer, is still his trainer. And even if the Quilava hated it, he would step in to intervene. The red hot fire burns upon his back. Ready to go.[break][break]

"That is so lame," and she stares into Helios' eyes, and glares. "your dragon thinks he can kidnap a princess. Out of all the dragons here; which by the way, have a look sometime of all the dragons surrounding us, caveman, you think he'd do that and live." she takes a step forward, and begins talking down further. "I'm not afraid of someone who lets his little soft-skinned lizard fight his battles for him, when its the trainer whose to blame for being unperceptive" she continues to bicker, pointing one manicured finger at his chest, a nail pushing into his frame as she glares upwards.[break][break]

She smirks.[break][break]

"If you kiss the ground I walk on, maybe I'll forgive you."[break][break]

She won't.[break][break]

"Go on. For his and your sake."

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Bars are so not her scene, but a scene she knows how to frequent with finesse. Easy to get a free drink with a giggle, and a compliment. Ohmygod, do you work out? and it tends to get both brains working, leveling them out like the bartender does to the inevitable glass of pick-your-poison they pour.[break][break]

Helena knows what she wants, and she takes it, that easy. Just like tonight.[break][break]

Tonight is a VIP-kinda night. Ecruteak's Theater daughter, beautiful, gorgeous, perfect, one-of-a-million dancer, recently jobless, sits quietly in a booth, checking every social she has. Enough DMs that she just scrolls over them, little care, little desire to indulge. Turns out, hot as she is, she attracts the worst kind of people. The stalkers, the try-hards, or worse, the simps.[break][break]

Oh well. The other VIP was Cillian Quinn, she guessed. Some bigwig at Rocket, underboss. The recruit over in Johto told her to meet him here if she wanted more money. She did. It was flaunting that communications major she had. Communicating with someone that all their assets were her own? Uh. Yeah, that's like her bread and butter, baby.[break][break]

So here she sits, looking as perfect as she wanted to. The leather jacket made her feel like a bad girl, but the dress underneath told a different story.[break][break]

Crossing her legs, and quietly checking her nails, she taps the table, as her little baby Litleo peeks over to the table proper. Her drink of choice? Water.[break][break]

She prefers to be in control of her actions.

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