Post by Crystal on May 30, 2015 5:39:48 GMT
Aside from the deep, dark wilds of the northernmost parts of Loros, Redwell was one of her few safe havens. As such…
She felt completely free to walk down the street in a pair of heels and booty shorts. There were two places she generally trusted that a surprise attack wouldn’t happen: Redwell and at work. Today she was particularly excited. Due to her status as an undocumented citizen—she viciously argued that she and her people had never been citizens of “Loros” as it was understood now, though it mostly went over everyone else’s heads—it had proved difficult to get her into or out of all but the most simple of situations.
Now, however, the higher ups realized as plans were about to go into motion, it might be good to have more soldiers who were as capable and maneuverable as possible.
As such, she’d been given instructions on how to be found by an intelligence officer. While she herself was trusted—she had more to lose than anyone if she betrayed Spectre—one never knew who was watching. As such, the set-up of Crystal’s new faked documents would have to be done in private.
“Anything in sight?” the white haired woman called up to her adopted son.
Perched on a roof, the togekiss let out a disappointed hoot. Then again, he was looking for something big and impressive to let him know their meet up was arriving: anything less than, like, Zekrom wouldn’t be suiting to the admittedly immature pokemon.
“Hm. I think this is the right street.” Given Crystal’s lack of education, the fact she was indeed on the right street was very impressive. She removed her gold tinted shades, sighing miserably. She hoped this wouldn't take more than a day. She had to fly out to make sure her stash was still alright.
ooc: i tried to be a lil ambigious so you could work as you pleased with a reply!
She felt completely free to walk down the street in a pair of heels and booty shorts. There were two places she generally trusted that a surprise attack wouldn’t happen: Redwell and at work. Today she was particularly excited. Due to her status as an undocumented citizen—she viciously argued that she and her people had never been citizens of “Loros” as it was understood now, though it mostly went over everyone else’s heads—it had proved difficult to get her into or out of all but the most simple of situations.
Now, however, the higher ups realized as plans were about to go into motion, it might be good to have more soldiers who were as capable and maneuverable as possible.
As such, she’d been given instructions on how to be found by an intelligence officer. While she herself was trusted—she had more to lose than anyone if she betrayed Spectre—one never knew who was watching. As such, the set-up of Crystal’s new faked documents would have to be done in private.
“Anything in sight?” the white haired woman called up to her adopted son.
Perched on a roof, the togekiss let out a disappointed hoot. Then again, he was looking for something big and impressive to let him know their meet up was arriving: anything less than, like, Zekrom wouldn’t be suiting to the admittedly immature pokemon.
“Hm. I think this is the right street.” Given Crystal’s lack of education, the fact she was indeed on the right street was very impressive. She removed her gold tinted shades, sighing miserably. She hoped this wouldn't take more than a day. She had to fly out to make sure her stash was still alright.
ooc: i tried to be a lil ambigious so you could work as you pleased with a reply!
