[center][color=wheat][h3]Aedre Charbonnet[/h3][/color][hr]— Mesalon City Gym —[/center]
Aedre listened to Amber silently and with more resignation than she’d like to admit. Again, the other researcher pointed out her weakness, encouraging her to be less hard on herself, but how could she? If she failed even when she pushed herself, how could she succeed when she didn’t?

When Amber brought up the other attacks, though, Aedre held her breath. So this wasn’t irreparable—she still had a chance to make it right, however small that chance might seem. She had a chance to find the package, a chance to right her mistake, a chance to set herself back on the right course and not arrive home and break her mentors’ trust. 

[color=wheat]“Yeah, thanks so much Lacey, Dee.”[/color] The sash reaching towards her caught her eye only when she had Decus’ Pokeball in hand, and she stopped, watching as Decus coiled it around her leg. The nondescript texture of texture of the cloth distracted her for a moment, but then she registered a slight tugging sensation—a tightness—but not from Decus’ grasp, which was featherlight. Rather, the feeling seemed to come from under the skin, and the closest sensation she could relate it to was that of a mental nudge from a psychic-type. 

[color=wheat]“Dee?”[/color] Aedre stared at Decus, trying to read him. All information about Honedge said that their sashes drained life energy, yet Aedre felt perfectly fine, so what was he doing? Was he just… comforting her?

[color=wheat]“Oh,”[/color] Aedre breathed, her hand dropping. [color=wheat]“Thanks, Dee.”[/color]
Aedre touched the Honedge’s hilt, then turned to Amber. [color=wheat]“Yeah, let’s go.”[/color]

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The police showed up, which was to be expected after Amber had contacted them. Aedre was made to answer questions, as well as her friends, who fared significantly less questioning due to their not being there. Yes, a woman. Dark hair, late twenties or early thirties. A Sneasel, normal-sized and -colored. Around a third of the way from the gym to the Pokemart, where—yes—where she got the package. And yes, she was fairly sure it contained a Pokeball, because Occam’s Razor: When you hear hoofbeats, think horses not zebras. Okay, so she wasn’t completely sure, because no she didn’t open the box, but she wasn’t about to be the person calling a zebra in this situation. 

And so the questioning went, needling facts from a fuzzy narrative that got clearer as Aedre recounted more—dangerous, since the mind tended to fill in gaps and believe itself, but everything made sense with the gaps filled. The police would get back to her with more information like if this female thief and Sneasel duo had been seen before, and soon after relaying some messages that were clearly rehearsed to be reassuring, they were off. 

[color=wheat]“Well, hope they find something,”[/color] Aedre said with a forced smile as she returned to her friends. She’d just filed one of thousands, maybe millions, of stolen item cases, and she didn’t even know what she’d lost.

[hr][hr][hider=Notes][u][b][color=wheat]     Team:          [/color][/b][/u]
[list][*] Pasithea “Thea” ♀ — Togepi (12) 
[list][*][b]Attacks:[/b] [i]Growl, Charm, Metronome, Sweet Kiss[/i]
[*][b]Ability:[/b] [i]Serene Grace[/i][/list]
[*] Alitis “Little” ♂ — Fletchling (12) 
[list][*][b]Attacks:[/b] [i]Tackle, Growl, Quick Attack[/i]
[*][b]Ability:[/b] [i]Gale Wings[/i][/list]
[*] Decus “Dee” ♂ — Honedge (6) 
[list][*][b]Attacks:[/b] [i]Tackle, Swords Dance, Fury Cutter[/i]
[*][b]Ability:[/b] [i]No Guard[/i][/list]
[/list]
[u][b][color=wheat]     Bag Items:          [/color][/b][/u]
[list][*]Pokedex (with Kosei Region Map)
[*]Smart Phone
[*]Credit Card linked to a private account that houses a decent amount of money
[*]Poke Radar
[*]Collapsable Bike with two gears (third for bike ramps, fourth for muddy slopes)
[*]Laptop & Charger for formal work and note-keeping
[*]5 Pokeballs
[*]Water Stone
[*]Dusk Stone
[/list][/hider]
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