[Waverly Bickett]

The lingering feeling on warmth against the back of the young ex-lawyers neck did nothing to ease her cold demeanor, instead, it almost seemed to make her even more in-different to the current days events. She had a client in Hickory who she was supposed to travel to meet and had put aside some highly important tasks in order to reach them- yet just as she had begun down the route she'd recieved a message on her burner phone about a raid on their hideout... so instead, Waverly had to change plans.

A soft, barely audible sign left her as she sat to the side of the Route Ten path. John leant against her side, idly babbling away as if trying to point out various on-goings in their current enviornment thatw ere out of order to try raise her mood slightly- the pokemon could always tell when she wasn't at ease. Fingers gently tapped away at the old phone's keys, the clicks of her nails drowned out by the sounds of passerbys chatting away about their cheery lives, lives so far from the life she had chosen to take.

Suddenly, she paused in the middle of messaging, gaze turning to John, who's words she had since tuned out, not that she could understand him. "John." Voice quiet, and as monotone as it ever had been, it instantly caused John to pause, the poemon tilting his head, smile stretching as he took in his blonde trainer. A soft shrill noise left him, and she responded with a simple, "We're going to backtrack. We will pass through Hickory to see if we can give Simon any legal aid, before going to Maple to check on the twins." A rather inquisitive hum left John, to which she followed up with a hum of her own. "Not the Damon twins, the Fujisawa's. The Forgery Artists. Does that sound feasible to you?"

Johns ears seemed to bounce as he nodded his ehad a few times, an affirmative cry leaving him, and, tenderly, Waverly settled a hand on his head, gaze softening ever so slightly. "Alright. We will go then- do you wish to walk? Or I can carry you." John's smile widened, and his ears seemed to ange towards her, he let out a loud cry twice, and Waverly nodded.

"Okay. Let me send my text to the twins, then we'll go." A few more taps, and then John was heaved up and gently held to the girls chest. He was warm, and soft, and for a moment she let her focus slip, the comfort of having him close easing her into a sense of clarity. Yes, today she would hopefully not bump into too many issues that she'd later have to report on. Simple cases, and a possible tip or two... unless she came across a pokemon that was wanted by clients she knew- they would pay good money to have them, after all... and she wasn't against taking them. An excited flurry of noises left the blue pokemon, pausing the girls thoughts, and after a beat Waverly simply looked ahead, towards the path of route ten.

[ Conclusion: This would be a long day. But she was going to get as much work done as possible, it was not often she had a day off, after all. ]

lv 5 range
john  and frank

[whimsae]

Waverly Bickett

A wild Skitty has appeared!

What will you do?

	Skitty Lv3
		5 Energy
	Large	Bold
	Cute Charm
MOVES
Fake Out, Growl, Tail Whip, Tackle
NOTES
N/A

[Waverly Bickett]

Eventually John and Waverly settled into a comfortable silence, the only sound around the duo being the soft chatter of a few trainers who they passed and the crunching of dirt under her heels. To these unsuspecicting strangers, the blonde was but a simple buisness woman, perhaps on her way home from work, or her way to a meeting a town or two over. And, if they looked twice, perhaps they'd recognise her in correlation to her upbringing... Unfortunately for them, they'd all be missing the truth. She wasn't a simple buisness woman, no. Ms. Bickett was a criminal.

It was almost ironic how inconspiciuous she could be. Her gaze took in a trainer picnicing on the side of the path, a miltank being fed berries, a small child tugging on her parental figures arm. All oblivious to the broken rules they lived under. She pitied them, in a strange way. The fact most people would never be able to comprehend the reality of their living situation and the inequality of Arciel never ceased to amaze her. These were people who'd surely look down on criminals until they're forced down that route after being screwed over by the same rules that brought them where they were right now.

Perhaps her own reality wasn't very far off the lunacy that took place in comic book worlds... it was an interesting theory to dwell on, perhaps when she got home she could start a new comparison essay to see just how similar Gotham and Arcie-

John's cry had Waverly blinking, wiping herself from her absent thoughts as her mind took hold of the world around her once more. There was a Skitty, with a large smile and a waggingtail,all but skipping towards the criminal duo. Waverly blinked once more, unsure ofthe pink mass's intentions. Was it drawn by curiosity? Was there a reason he approached her and John?

She would have to put her miniature lawyer John on the case so he could help her solve this mystery. Cautiously Waverly lowered John to the ground, gntly patting him on the head twice and softly muttering, "We require the intent. Anything unsavoury and a battle can be initiated."

She wasn't a battler by any means, but she knew John would enjoy one none the less. With as much bravado as he could muster John strutted forward, one of her ears shifting to adjust his tie, tightining it against himself as he prepared for the interrigation of a lifetime. The skitty watched, curious, as the blue Wynaut took his rightful place infront of the cat pokemon, before he tilted his head.

What took place was an intense battle of wits. A jumble of intense questioning pokemon crys and a need for answers. John was trained by Waverly, and in such a fierce interregation he would never back down until his point was proven. The Skitty was sweet, and eager to answer the questions thrown at him, little tail wagging every so often.  It was five minutes before John looked over his shoulder at Waverly, raising one ear and nodding his head.

Ah. The secret code. The Skitty was not here for anything bad, and didn't crumble under John's interregation. A stray thought pushed through her head for a moment, and she blinked... she needed strong pokemn on her legal team. Able to withstand any enemy taunts and quips incase they were taken by the rangers. A breath. She blinked twice more, and John let out an excited cry, tumbling back to her side and all but beaming at the curious Skitty before the duo.

"I have an offer." Waverly began, words cautious. Her heels crushed against the dirt as she advanced towards the pink creature, bending once more at the knees and shuffling through her briefcase before showing the Skitty a cherry red pokeball. "No strings attatched. You seem very strong. If you are interested in our practices and would like to have meaning in the world, would you be willing to join us?" Another blink. John chimed in with his own bable, excitement lacing his pokewords. He needed more friends, and stealing and fighting for the right thng was super fun!

lv 5 range
john  and frank

[Jenesis]

Go, PokeBall!

One... two... and...

EsJ2m1Vpp_


The Wild Pokemon was caught!
HOT DANG that Skitty loves you and wants you to be its mom forever.

One Pokeball has been removed from your inventory.

[Waverly Bickett]

Waverly had truly never seen a pokemon look so happy before, whether it be the way the Skitty almost tackled her to get to the ball or the excited squeals and mewls that left him. It was in that moment a very proper name came to mind. He would be Walter. It took a moment or two for the ball t click, which she promptly shut into her briefcase before gently scooping John back into her arms and properly righting herself. John had no complaints, settling easily against her as she began walking once more.

Words filled the quiet for a moment, the silence less comforting then it was before. "What do you believe we should make him do, John?" It was a question filled with fifty different implications, but John, knowing how to read the blonde like a book simply let out a hum, his head brushing against her suit jacket as he let his mind wander. It wasn't a minute before his ramblings started, none of which Waverly could properly understand, but she knew at the very least he was utelising his brain to think outside the box, almost like solving a puzzle, and that this challenge, of figuring out Walters place, would help him in the long run.

She nodded as neccesary, a few hums added for effect. It took five minutes for his chitters to stop, and he stared at Waverly then, his huge grin faltering, waiting for something... a response? Waverly was quick with the upkeep, a sigh leaving her. It was very fortunate she had experience in manipulation and lying, specifically to her parents and empolyers. It came with a variety of tactics her parents taught her, after all.

"I do see your point." A pause, what would John have spoken about? Knowing him, it was perhaps on how it was too soon to decide when the two were unsure of Walter's character, or perhaps John was excited to have a friend and was proposing the idea of having Walter be his personal assistant? Or even helping out Frank in distraction... "We need to further Analyse Walter and judge his capabilities before going right into things. We could try some simple brain challenges on him and see if he is suited for the work we do, otherwise he might be more useful for field work."

John let out a scoff, a few more chitters leaving him, but Waverly it turn shook her head. Right, he had probably covered some other important things and thought she was ignoring him. It was all part of pretending she understood his words, and him pretendings to be oblivious to the fact she was unaware. It was interesting, but neither was going to give in, both Waverly and John sharing each others stubbourness. "No. Your ideas were good. You are incredibly smart, John. We will further flesh them out tonight, alright?"

That seemed to sate him, and he let out a few more chitters before snuggling against the warmth of her chest. Her eyes stayed trained on her partner for a moment or two before staring right back down the path. 

[ Conclusion: John is an incredibly smart Wynaut and Waverly respects him very much. ]

lv 3-5 range
john, walter and frank

[whimsae]

Waverly Bickett

Scout Keith would like to battle!

131 Pen Greenery x3, Rawst Berry x3, Iron x1 Taillow Lv3 5 Energy Large Quiet Guts MOVES Peck, Growl

[Waverly Bickett]

There was no activity for all of two minutes, and in that two minutes Waverly had began once more analysing her surroundings, on the lookout for potential threats, possible people she was familiar with, and just people-watching in general. That all came to a halt as a voice called out- at first she was confused, and unsure if it was directed at her. A small glance around and a shift to alert John had her eyes drawing to a child in some sort of scout uniform, bright eyes and looking for a fight.

Wavely simply blinked as he approached her, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Miss!" Another blink, and she had to force herself to withhold a sigh. All these distractions were going to make her late. But still, patiently she stood, with john held in her arms almost mirroring her curious expression. 

"My friend! Over there- Rue, dared me to battle you!" ...But why her? Wavely let out a soft hum, why were kids like this. Instead of staying away from strangers they willingly approached one- and unfortunately for them, this buisness woman was the exact reason stranger danger was a thing- a criminal. She shifted her hold on John so he was cradelled some-what against her waist, supported by her arms. "Is that so? Can you point your friend out to me?"

The child stopped in their advance, turning to face their friend, a hand extending outwards and leaving their side open. From where she had lowered John, she was easily able to manover him a little closer as an ear bent to swipe through his pocket and grab what he could, before bringing it close to himself and turning his body inwards, towards Waverly. He hopefully will believe he lost something, otherwise she could just claim John has sticky fingers if caught. It was a no foul scenario, really. A lesson.

NFWPRoAkp_
(for pickpocketing. +15 crime)

"See?" Waverly blinked before shrugging her shoulders. "Please tell Rue not to bother those who are busy. I'm afraid I can't battle you."

[ Conclusion: Buisnesswoman? No. Dirty crime girl. ]

lv 3-5 range
john, walter and frank

[Jenesis]

Nothing happened!

All rolls were passed.

Waverly Bickett

Success! You've stealthily pilfered... the trainer's level 3 Taillow!