, . Even With The Child's Face Completely Obscured By That Strange White Mask, It Was Almost TOO Easy

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻. Even with the child's face completely obscured by that strange white mask, it was almost TOO easy to see his expression drop.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤCrumbsㅤ—ㅤyeah, you GOT me.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe Gengar behind him OBVIOUSLY hadn't given up though; making the most GOD - AWFUL shriek a Pokémon could possibly make the moment the psychic specialist turned around.

"I would ask if you were Morty and if your gengar was about to scare me." It wouldn't have been the first time, nor would it be the last. However, as the psychic elite turned around, he hoped to catch the ghost type off guard.

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. In the absence of her mother, the Belobog Cadet school had been kind to her. She had great friends like Lynxy and Serval as well as people that cared about her like Eros. But she was definitely TOO used to putting all of the hardships on her own shoulders. It was indeed the logical conclusion that two people entering a warzone was far more beneficial than just one. Yet somehow, she couldn't help but give Eros the slightest blink of shock. It wasn't exactly her obligation after all. She wasn't part of the Silvermane Guards. By all accounts, she was just an ORDINARY CITIZEN of Belobog. Even more, she was an Underworlder that should have held hostility towards Overworlders such as the Intelligence Officer.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤIf that's what you want to do, then I suppose I cannot stop you. Justㅤ—ㅤplease be CAREFUL.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤLuckily, she knew exactly where the soldiers would be located. SHE was the one that formulated their battle plans after all. It doesn't take long for the two of them to arrive at their destination.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤWhen they got to their destination, it seemed like the soldiers stationed there had already been FORCED to make a decision. Most of them had already abandoned their posts with a few still remaining to carry off the injured.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe girl moves quickly; perhaps a little TOO quickly as she rushes towards a soldier's side. Though her frame and height were far more petite than the grown man's; she still attempts to sling him over her tiny shoulders without much success.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤEros, can you please help me with this ? I'm pretty sure this is the LAST soldier. I hope it is.ㅤ❜

Eros of course knew how tough it could be. To be a child who felt the very weight of your people on your shoulders. That even if you did what you felt best, there were still going to be times when it all came crashing down. When the tower would fall and people would get hurt. But she knew, too, that the people of the Guard at least wouldn't hold mistakes against Pela. That was something she was glad for the younger girl. That the people of Belobog were kinder than those of the Preceptors the former High Elder had once had to deal with.

"Here-- let me come with ya, hon."

She would get up more on instinct than anything. A want to keep close just in case. Not that there should be any more danger but- perhaps it was her own maternal instincts kicking in. That even with the wound tended to, she was worried about Pela.

"Whatever decision y'make, I'll do what I c'n t' help. I know I ain't- technically on retainer or nothin', but still. I wanna help however I c'n do that."

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 for being absolutely no help, he finds himself with a rather LARGE handful of credits. Tips weren't something he was new toㅤ—ㅤbut he only got those when he did an exceptionally GOOD job ! There was a clear shock on his face as he quickly tries to get himself together to answer the woman's question.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤW - Well ! He's a SECURITY OFFICER for the Bloodhoundsㅤ—ㅤso he might be patrolling the Dreamscape right now ! He's also really good at making drinks and he works at the Dreamjolt Holstery too ! We can go LOOK if you'd like !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBefore any of that, he has to make certain of one VERY important thing. He was still holding those CREDITS in his hands after all.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤA - are you SURE about this, by the way ? This is a REALLY generous tipㅤ—ㅤand I didn't really do anything !ㅤ❜

"I see..."

Disguised as a guest of the Reverie Hotel, Enola had approached the bellboy dutifully working around the lobby. In her experience, the staff are usually the people who know the most about the comings and goings.

Her reseach has lead her to Penacony after a series of clues had seemed to connect her target to the Planet of Festivities. It makes sense, this place is full of wealthy people, both locals and vacationers, a prime target for a thief.

"Thank you very much for your help, I apologize for disturbing you while you were working." The Galaxy Ranger in disguise hands the young bellboy a handful of credits, but before she can leave to do some investigating of her own, the boy mentions someone who might have some information.

"Gallagher, you say?" Enola hums, tapping her chin, feeling a little more galvanized "Mind telling me where I can find this friend of yours, young man?"

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ❛ㅤUmmmㅤ—ㅤthat's a GOOD question.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻. He has to be mean about this.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤSomewhere you'll NEVER go because you'll just get lost along the way ! ㅤ❜

@indeliblepromise

"Wuh--Misha. Oh, well, that's...very unsurprising. We did only meet...rarely." That and Misha refused to understand him, it seemed.

"--Where's the Bahamas?"