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Olivier was practically vibrating with excitement. She simply could not help her antsy appendages. Her fingers clenched and unclenched sporadically, while her arms had more a rhythmic, but less frequent pulse to them. Overwhelmed by what she was feeling, occasionally her arms would come together to cross on her chest, or a hand to would move to rub the opposite forearm. She avoided playing with the straps of her bag, however, as she wanted to keep her bag as still as possible for the comfort of the eggs inside.[break][break]

She had been granted a Plasma mission, one that might actually help the people of Anrui! The day that she had joined Plasma, her first assignment outside of patrol was to help fix a vending machine, a task that was, in her opinion, a waste of time and resources. Then, for her next mission she had been given the duty of finding a smuggler, who she didn't think was actually harming anyone directly in their actions. With this new mission, however, she had been given the opportunity to make a difference in their community! If Chewy had actually developed ROT, then she was assisting all of the people of Anrui by not only keeping him away from the citizens, but also protecting him so that Plasma might find a cure.[break][break]

As she walked through the streets of Memento, her mind raced with the potential of the day. She had heard that Plasma had sent a large portion of their available grunts to guard certain areas of the region, and that only people who were very high up in Plasma actually knew where Chewy was located. There was little chance that her assigned location was the one where Chewy actually was, but the excitement raced through her body regardless.

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6/10 shiny mareep (promo)[break]
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+1 level to sweets (5 > 6)

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Naturally, Olivier had done adequate research on her assigned location as soon as the mission had been given to her. Memento Town was a curious area, built onto an incredibly large boat. From the shore of the mainland, it’s visible to the eye as what appears to be an island out in the bay, however as you approach by ferry, it quickly becomes obvious that the buildings are too high up to be supported by an island, and are instead built onto a large craft. A quick look at the maps app on her pokevice told her that the ship was packed with various buildings, lacking much room to build anything new on the surface. From what she could tell from the tiny labels hovering above a pinprick on most of the buildings, the majority of the buildings were tourist centered - either restaurants, activities, or tiny shops. There was even a park towards the bow, although she was sure it must have been small to fit onto the boat. [break][break]

The fact that there were so many shops and restaurants surprised Ollie, as in order to run shops you’d need people, and the people would need a place to stay, and surely not all of them would be willing to take the ferry to and from their business each and every day? So her next internet deep dive had been to figure out where all of the business owners were staying. She had found some information on apartments for rent and even the occasional living space for sale, although most of them were smaller one to two bedroom units attached to each other, or to a shop. From this information, she assumed that most of the owners must be living either above, beside, or even below their business, which she supposed wouldn’t be so bad. You’d certainly save a lot of money on gas. [break][break]

The specific location she had been tasked to guard was a small, plasma-managed, boat-themed museum towards the stern of the boat. It was still open and running during the day, but during the summer season it typically closed at 7:00pm. Her duty was not to necessarily make it obvious that she was guarding it, but to simply make sure that no one was going to break in to try to see if Chewy was being kept somewhere in the staff-only areas. So she sat on a bench outside of the museum, one leg crossed over the other, and her bag at her side. Inside the bag nested several eggs, as well as all of the supplies she could possibly need, and she certainly wasn’t going to let it out of her sight.

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The sun beat down on the blonde, its rays biting at her skin as she sat in wait. What exactly was she supposed to be looking for? What would be the key to telling whether or not someone was a member of the Resistance? Unfortunately, it wasn't like the TV shows she had grown up watching on Saturday morning - the bad guys didn't all wear a specific uniform to identify themselves. No, as far as she knew, Resistance members looked just like everyone else, which led her to the conclusion that she'd need to focus on their beahavior, and not just how they looked.[break][break]

Sighing, Olivier uncrossed her legs, and then crossed them the opposite way. To her left, tourists were milling about, maps or pokevices in their hand and sunglasses over their eyes. Smiles were on their faces, and their generally open body language told her that most of them were friendly people, just here for some fun. Looking to her right, a little closer to the museum, was one person whose body language did not match the others. Ollie tilted her head just slightly as she watched the person. He appeared to be leaning up against a building in the shade of an overhang, one foot propped against the wall behind him. His skin was pale, and his hair was red and long, covering parts of his face. Unlike the tourists to her left, whose general carriage was open and welcoming, his was closed off; his arms were crossed over his body, and his head was down so that his eyes were looking over his sunglasses at the crowd between them. [break][break]

Just as Olivier thought that perhaps she had better not stare at this man, he seemed to spot her, eyes seeking her own before quickly looking away. As though her gaze being noticed was a catalyst, he burst off of the wall, and moved towards the museum, which stood beside her. Having already been seen, Olivier's eyes followed him without hesitation. [break][break]

Taking hold of her bag, she uncrossed her legs and scooted forward to the edge of the bench so that she could gently put it on her back, wary of the eggs inside. The moment the man's hands made contact with the museum's large, glass doors, Olivier stood up, and quickly followed him inside.

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10/10 shiny mareep - need egg move[break]
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Olivier had her badge, as well as her pokeballs ready at her hip in the event that she'd meet some resistance upon entering the museum, either from a person at a desk asking for her to pay for entry, or even a group of Resistance members waiting to ambush her. She didn't think she had seen any other suspicious people enter the museum, but that didn't mean that they hadn't been lying low for an unsuspecting member of Plasma to enter. With her bag full of supplies and eggs strapped tightly to her back, and one free hand hovering over her badge, she used her other hand to yank the museum's door open.[break][break]

Surprisingly, she was not met with any resistance. There were no desks for selling tickets, and she wasn't immediately ambushed by Resistance members. Letting down her guard slightly as she took in the room, Olivier's hand relaxed away from her badge. [break][break]

The room's primary colors seemed to be blue and white, with splashes of gold and red mixed in. Circular in shape, the lobby was surrounded by doors leading to other rooms, as well as desks that held screens for interactive movies. In the center was some sort of display showing a map of ocean currents around Anrui, which was represented by a small pile of green plastic molded to look like the region in the center. Shooting out from the display were the points of a compass painted into the tiling on the floor, and above them hung various flags, the meaning of which Olivier was unsure of.[break][break]

Quickly realizing that she had grown distracted, Olivier centered herself and approached the display looking through the small crowd of tourists for the red-head she had followed inside. [break][break]

Despite searching for the stranger, a sound from behind her immediately distracted her - a distinct, familiar cracking sound that she had heard time and time again as a small child filled with excitement. Moving out of the way of the front doors to a quieter spot, Olivier gently removed her bag and sat it on the ground, kneeling in front of it. Carefully, she unzipped it, only to find a small, pink-wooled mareep inside. Gasping, Ollie reached in a pulled the static-laden creature out and held him in one arm as she reached for a pokeball. As much as she'd love to sit with the mareep and welcome him into the world, she had a Resistance member to find.[break][break]

As soon as the mareep was back in the pokeball, she stood and put her backpack back on. Now... where did he go?

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11/15 shiny ponyta [break]
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figured if I'm gonna add the mon to my party, I should probably play out him hatching.

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Olivier's eyes scanned the room. He wouldn't have gotten far by just walking, but it's possible that he had quickened his pace in the time between when they had entered the room. There were so many doors around her that there was no way to tell which one he had gone through... Or was there?[break][break]

Turning around so that she was facing the way she came, she noted that there was a door to the left and to the right of the entrance, about ten yards away on each side. If she had been wanting to get away from someone, she'd have gone in the first door she'd seen. While there wasn't any sort of desk for buying tickets, a woman, who was wearing an outfit similar to that of a sailor with a large smile on her face, was standing near the entrance.[break][break]

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Ollie shot forward, walking up to the woman, who smiled down at her.[break][break]

"Yes, how may I help you today?"[break][break]

"Did you see a guy with red hair come in here? Maybe go through one of these doors," Ollie asked, gesturing to the side towards one of the doors nearest to them.[break][break]

The woman hesitated. "Perhaps-" she paused. Her smile drooped, and Olivier noted a droop in her posture as well. Her arms crossed in front of her chest, and her weight shifted to one side. Olivier had read these signs in people as defensive before, and she had been correct. [break][break]

She supposed she could have lied. She could have made up some story about how the guy was her brother, and that it was an emergency, but she didn't like to lie - she felt that it was unnecessary most of the time, So instead, she decided to go the more direct route. Pulling her badge off of its holder on her belt, she held it up. "I'm going to need you to tell me where he went."[break][break]

The woman's expression had shifted from wary to a mixture between surprised and annoyed. She took a deep breath, as though she was surprised that Olivier had the gull to pull her badge on her, and then let it out, blinking frantically. She then pointed to her left, directly at one of the doors. "That way."[break][break]

Olivier nodded as she put her badge back in its place. As she spun on her heal, she could feel the weight of the eggs in her bags shift, but she didn't have time to check them. That had taken long enough, and she needed to catch up with the redhead. As she walked through the new door, she didn't notice the woman behind her pick up her walkie talkie and mutter something insidious into it.

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The door led her to what could be described as a large hallway. There was enough space for a crowd of people to mill about, although there were only a few people inside. On the walls were large images, graphs, and charts that, if viewed in order, would explain the details of building a particular ship. Olivier only gave the images on the walls a quick glance before her eyes began to scan the people in the room. None of them were the person that she was chasing, and they all seemed to be relatively interested in the information being displayed. Some of them pointed to the work, or took pictures, while others were lost in the paragraphs that were displayed below each mount. [break][break]

Quickly - but not too quick so as to not cause any sort of panic among the patrons - Olivier made her way down the hallway. There was no where for the man to hide in here, which meant that if the lady had been telling the truth, he must have gone through the door at the end of the hall, the one that had "Museum Staff Only" written in big, bold letters. Pulling the straps of her bag so that the eggs inside could press up against her back in a way that was quite comforting, Olivier pushed through the next set of doors, into a much darker room.[break][break]

"Not so fast, little Plasma Princess," a voice echoed as the door slammed shut behind her.

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Before fear and adrenaline could overwhelm her, Olivier took stock of the situation. She was in a smaller room considering the size that the main lobby had been, and she was surrounded by what looked like boxes, although she couldn't read any of the writing that was on them in the dim lighting. It must have been some sort of storage room, perhaps an area that they store the extra displays when they weren't being used. The door had shut behind her, but the dim lights were still on overhead, which mean that the while the light from the hallway was gone, she at the very least could see. [break][break]

She could hear as well, proven by the unfamiliar voice that reached her ears just as after the door slammed. The voice was what had caused her survival instincts to spike. A door slamming, while quite jarring and unnerving, was at the very least able to be explained by a quick releasing door mechanism. The voice... [break][break]

"Plasma Princess..."[break][break]

Well, that was easily explained too, if she had taken a moment to think about it. Freezing just for a second, Olivier forced herself to turn around, to face the person who had trapped her into this room. When she saw that it wasn't the redhead she had been chasing earlier, a sense of dread began to pour into her stomach, like a clogged drain finally finding its release. Someone wishing to trap her with the notion that she was a member of Plasma meant that there were more Resistance members here than she might have figured. While it didn't damn the redhead - there was no proof that he was directly involved here - it did at the very least cause her to believe that her suspicions had been correct.[break][break]

This person was short and stout, with a round belly. The outfit that he wore gave him an air of importance, and the nametag at his chest suggested that he worked here. 'Chris' was written on it in bold, black letters. [break][break]

"Not often we get Plasma members snooping around our museum," he said, his voice quiet no doubt so that the patrons on the other side of the door wouldn't hear him. Olivier furrowed her brows, unsure of what to say. There was a wiggling at her back - now would absolutely be an inappropriate time for an egg to hatch, but she couldn't help but feel that it might happen soon based on the wiggles she felt. Trying to put them in the back of her mind, her hand drifted towards one of the pokeballs at her belt.

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Olivier breathed deeply in and out through her nose as her fingers caressed the pokeball on her belt. If the egg that wiggled at her back hatched now, would she be putting its life in danger from the very first moment of its existence? She supposed that hatching the pokemon in a region such as Anrui would make that the case, regardless of if it hatched today, two hours, or two weeks from now. The pokemon who she cherished would be safer in a region far away, and she quickly made a mental note to look into how quickly she could evacuate them from the region, if the need would ever arise. [break][break]

Her eyes narrowed as she analyzed the situation. This person hadn't released any pokemon yet, however she had a strong presage that his defenses would not be lowered for long. His inaction left her with a choice: wait it out to see how much of a threat he would be, or become the catalyst herself. [break][break]

Releasing her fingers from her pokeball, she orientied herself into what she hoped was a confident stance - shoulders back and relaxed, upper body oriented with a slightly forward lean, feet apart, and eyes facing the target. Giving her head a tilt, she spoke quietly, but kept the urge to break into nervous tears out of her voice. "Please, don't call me princess," she commanded with a small nod before clearing her throat and continuing. [break][break]

"I'm here on an assignment from Team Plasma." Her heart was pounding in her ears, and her stomach had twisted itself into a knot. "It is in your best interest to help me."[break][break]

The man smirked at her, obviously not falling for her self-assurance. "Oh, I'm sure you're here on some very important Plasma business," he stated, his teasing tone causing Olivier's brows to pull together in slight concern. "You see, I've got my own assignment, although it wasn't given to me by Plasma." He stepped forward, causing Olivier to nimbly take a step back. "And I think it would be in your best interest to cooperate with me."[break][break]

Olivier's eyes followed his hand as it moved to his pocket, removing a pokeball. Barely keeping the salty drops of liquid welling up in her eyes from murking her vision, she reached for a pokeball as well. It would seem she'd have no choice but to battle.

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15/15 shiny ponyta = hatching ooc[break]
5/10 litten[break][break]

removing a tardy pass from giu's pc

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It was in Olivier's nature to take the man's words at face value when she first heard him. She did find it odd that he was so ready to agree with her, despite obviously hinting that he had been given an assignment by the Resistance. The tone of his voice as he mentioned his assignment felt off, and his suggestion that perhaps she should cooperate with him felt like a threat. What cemented her concern with him, however, was the pokeball he pulled from his pocket. [break][break]

Yep, she had definitely misread that sarcasm. Oops.[break][break]

She took a deep breath as she looked down at the pokeball in her hand. Fear was beginning to beat through her veins into her heart, like a boat careening out of control towards a waterfall. She was trapped in what was essentially a large closet with an older man standing between her and the exit. The realization of how badly this situation could end summoned the tears that had been progressively flooding her lids to begin to drip down her cheeks. She didn't want to be another statistic. She had to make the right choices in this battle.[break][break]

"Oh now, little Princess. Don't cry," the man said, his tone the same as it had been before. It was a mocking, teasing, Olivier decided, which made the situation that much worse. However, the word "princess" pierced her ears, igniting a spark that caused her to take in a quick breath before speaking loudly. [break][break]

"I asked you not to call me 'princess.' My name is Olivier von Wilhelm and I insist you refer to me as such!" This man's arrogance had gone too far, and while tears still trickled down her face, she lifted her head and stared at him straight on. "Now, let me out of this room, or I will arrest you for hindering an investigation."[break][break]

The man's smile dropped, and Olivier felt a weight pressing down upon her as though that smile had been the only thing suspending it over her. Pulling her bag close to her, the warmth of the egg up against her back gave her comfort, but only a minimal amount.[break][break]

Tossing his pokeball into the air, the man released his first pokemon.

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6/10 litten

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With a flash of red and a mechanical whirring, a reddish pokemon with large pincers appeared before her. As it steadied itself upon its four, spindly legs, Olivier considered that there was not very much space in this room for a battle. Luckily, none of her pokemon were particularly large, however it would mean that she and Chris were likely to be in the way. As she considered what pokemon she'd send out against the creature, she wondered why he had spoken so quietly when he had entered originally. Surely, if he was worried that someone would hear him, he'd also be worried about someone hearing their battle?[break][break]

Plucking the first ball from her belt, she tossed it in the air, where it spun, opened, and closed before falling back to her hand. From it, her pidove Sweets appeared, his wings fluttering steadily in order to keep him in the air. Spotting some space between a stack of boxes and the ceiling, he made his way over to them and perched.[break][break]

Olivier's eyes shifted down from Sweets and back to Chris. She still wasn't completely convinced that he even wanted to battle, given the circumstances that they were in; maybe the release of his pokemon was simply meant to be a scare tactic, a way to intimidate her into following his orders. She waited for him to make the first move, just to be sure.

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