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From the pokeball, something appeared in a flash that was likely unexpected - a strangely floating tiny squid-thing, floating and staring out at the world. The Inkay was very much unlike the Seviper that Seze had raised and lost, but something of the way it examined its surroundings likely hit a chord with the assassin. It seemed to eye the world with a surprising amount of awareness, as well as a darker knowledge of how to harm those it saw - its eye seemed particularly interested a couple of tiny Joltik that scampered up and down the walls at the moment. It would mind Seze, however - at least, it would for now.

Otherwise, now that she wasn't attempting to flee from the scene of a crime, she would have a moment to catch her breath and think on what to do from here. It seemed that she had found her way into a less-used portion of the warehouse district (or at least, one of likely many) - the alleyways were crowded with junk, though smelt surprising rotting-food and rotting-flesh free, more discarded building materials and general buildup of dirt and dust. A couple of Skitty could be seen nearby, playfully chasing each other - they didn't flee immediately from the presence of a human, and they seemed healthy enough for street Pokemon. A few Joltik scampered up and down the walls of the buildings she was near, standing out in moments when they scampered into the fading light; the sun was still up, if barely, shedding its light where it may.

Along one of the rooftops, the feathers of a Murkrow could just barely be seen; it seemed to be watching the streets and listening, though for what was impossible to tell. A Psyduck could be seen seemingly aimlessly walking down the street near the alley she had darted down, muttering nonsense to itself and looking somehow lost and just where it meant to be at the same time. A somewhat dirty Pichu, looking a little worse for wear, was digging through some of the clutter nearby - searching for food perhaps, or something else.

If the Pokemon weren't to her taste, though, she could always choose a direction and head in it. It would be easy enough to pause and buy some items if she needed to, or wanted to - or she could get a move on, if she preferred, and head inland. However, before she could make a single move further, a disturbance broke the peace - no Pokemon went scattering, so it didn't seem like an unusual noise, but the faint noise of breaking glass (and a bit of somewhat muffled cursing) didn't seem to fit the fact that this area seemed abandoned. She could take a chance and go searching if she liked - in fact, it didn't sound more than two streets away, whatever it was.

If she paused a moment to listen, though, she wouldn't hear any clearer - but she might recognize slams and rustling (and more glass breaking) as someone in that direction stealing stuff, only doing so very poorly and clearly making too much noise.

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Seze squinted. This wasn't a pokemon she was overly familiar with, although it rang a bell in her mind. She had a feeling she had seen this particular species before, no doubt as a companion to another assassin. Normally the woman might have left it at that and worked out the nuances of her new partner on her own, but something about the little jellyfish set her on edge. It was on the tip of her tongue, dancing just out of reach: this was not a normal jellyfish. Some forgotten aspect of it had lodged into her brain, something important, and important things were meant to be remembered-

Ah! She had it now. The Nightsky, Dirigo's mentor, had been partnered with this pokemon's evolution. Makamar? Something like that? Seze couldn't recall the name, but she could remember how scared she'd been of it. It could hypnotize people, and had done so often. A cold wave spread over Seze's body, like an egg being cracked over her skull. She was going to have the same pokemon that Dirigo's mentor had. If the universe could have given her a more fateful pokemon, Seze didn't know how. This was just the edge she needed in her pursuer ever caught up with her.

"You'll be named Rhamantus," she said smoothly and without ceremony. "I just purchased you, although I wish he would have given me his name. No matter, what's done is done." She shrugged, the lie easily rolling off of her tongue. She turned her gaze to the other pokemon, mentally evaluating their potential strengths and weaknesses. She wanted every card in her sleeve when Dirigo and that damned zangoose came calling. Skitty? Nah. Joltik? They had potential, but their evolutions were a bit too eye-catching for her taste. That looked like a murkrow on top of that warehouse, but she mentally passed it over as well. The pichu was the most promising of the bunch, even though it needed a little TLC. Still, Seze had just set foot in this country, and she had just stolen a pokemon. The supplies she'd brought with her weren't plentiful, and getting the heck out of the area was Seze's top concern.

A small bit of pity prompted the ex-assassin to dig in her pocket until her fingers found her Pamtre Berry, one of the few snack tidbits she had remaining. She tossed it in the pichu's direction just as the sound of breaking glass reached her ears. The woman froze, turning all of her attention to the noise and waiting for the telltale makings of footsteps. Dirigo wasn't stupid enough to reveal his presence like that, but it would be a good distraction if he wanted to approach from a different direction. At that thought Seze's head snapped to the other side, scanning the rest of the area for her pursuer.

It was time to leave.

A few more noises filtered in her direction. Seze realized that, if it wasn't a distraction, it was a clumsy thief, and the latter would bring the guards at some point. Considering the fact that the woman had just stolen someone's pokemon, the need to vacate was even more pressing now. She fixed Rhamantus with a steady gaze. "I'm not going to mess with that, and I'll have to put you back in your pokeball until we're somewhere...safer," she commented, raising said pokeball to recall the jellyfish. She hoped it didn't fight her too much. Seze felt like she'd barely even had time to get her bearings.

Rather than investigate the sound, the ex-assassin pushed forward down the corridor, heading (unknowingly) in the direction of Seaway City. Once she was in a different area of town she could relax a bit and find out where she was, but for now she was just going to abscond in the easiest direction she could.

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Seze might have been traveling in the vague direction of Seaway City, but just following the road on the ground wouldn't have made that clear to her. It was a twisting sort of thing, complete with dead ends and thin alleyways that would require her to turn sideways to pass through, if she was going to brave the muck and rot of those sorts of places at all. The roofs here would also be too tall to attempt a climb, leaving her to sort out the widest - and cleanest - ways through the industrial district.

It wasn't long after she'd left the very audible theft in the warehouse district that she'd notice a pitter-patter behind her, though when she turned around it was only the pichu she'd found earlier, following at a distance and very wary. It wouldn't let Seze come near, nor would it be coaxed any closer with anything save for more food. A pokeball, it shied away at, hissing like a skitty and its short yellow fur on end, crackling with electricity.

For now, the (former) assassin would have a follower that wouldn't be deterred.

Seze would travel perhaps fifteen minutes without further event or surprise, and would be just leaving the warehouse district when there was a second loud crash, and louder cursing. Taking a moment to pause would let her make out the distinctively female tone to it, as well as its high pitch. Whatever it was, the temperature here would be balmy - not out of place for a Spring day like today was shaping up to be, especially on an island like the Park was on.

And then a girl stumbled out of the next alleyway, coughing and stumbling. She couldn't be more than seventeen, even with her matted dark hair with its hacked-away ends and the ash and soot covering her hands. She took two steps forward, then stumbled, and fell.

Behind her, there was a larger crackle sound; Seze would recognize it as more things shattering, though exactly what would be unclear. The girl wasn't unconscious, at least; she pulled herself to her knees, still coughing, and looked around in time to see Seze.

Her eyes widened, then. "Miss- miss! You have to get out of here!" She sounded panicked, and tried to stumble back to her feet, only to fail when she put weight on her right ankle. She went down with a cry of pain and a flail of limbs, clearly unused to falling safely.

Still, she'd grab onto anything of Seze's that she could - trousers, boots, leg. "Take everyone that you can and get out. Please! It - it's coming!"

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Seze was not adverse to muck, and in this part of the city it probably wasn't uncommon for people to be dirty. Had she been a native she'd have known that Seaway City, just up ahead, wasn't the best place to look like a street urchin. For now the former assassin had to decide between cleanliness and actually moving out of the maze of streets, and she chose the latter. Thankfully she was a slight woman built for this sort of thing, and Seze felt a bit of the tension lift from her shoulders as she popped through a narrow passage. The thought of Dirigo's shadow still weighed on her, but she knew that the man would have a much harder time navigating these alleys than she. Her travels here, at the very least, had a degree of safety to them.

Gentle footsteps. The woman turned her head ever so slightly, hiding a smile at the sight of her little yellow shadow. Let it follow her. Whether it was brave enough to stick close or not would determine if it was worth trying to keep.

Or so she thought. Seze broke into open roadways just in time to hear a crash and someone cursing. She bit her tongue and cursed mentally, marveling at her bad luck. How long had she been here? Not even an hour, and this was the second time something suggested that shit was going wrong. Maybe this country was not the place she should have stopped.

She didn't move as the owner of the decidedly-feminine voice stumbled into view, looking the world like she had just gotten into a firefight. Seze's eyes skipped over the teenager as she fell to the ground, taking in the details; a ragged haircut that suggested she had done it herself, the mark of someone on the lower end of the totem pole. It was also matted- a girl who didn't bathe often, or who simply didn't care. Ash and soot on her hands, a cough ripping from her throat. Perhaps she had been sifting through the remains of a fireplace and had gotten a nasty surprise- soot wasn't indicative of a burn and Seze so far saw no evidence of one- which suggested that there was a pokemon on the way. A crackle rippled through the air. Seze sighed, as if she had asked for a drink only to be told there was no more.

Without a word the ex-assassin released Rhamantus again. "Be on guard, we're about to have company. Let's try not to attract too much attention, but otherwise do what you need to do. I may not be able to give you instructions, so I'm going to assume that you're smart enough to act independently." Seze reached a hand down to grab the girl's upper arm, her grip firm as steel despite her small stature. She moved to drag the girl to her feet, fixing her eyes on the other. "You can decide to die or decide to live. If you slow me down, I'll have little choice but to leave you behind. Walk."

Rhamantus floated there, watching the exchange with mild interest, before turning towards the approaching crackle. A strange sort of glee, subdued as it was, permeated his being. He liked striking fear in others, and here was a chance to do so.

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The girl looked only more terrified at her words -- first at the strange accent Seze spoke in, and then at what sounded too much like a promise that whatever was coming after her would kill her. But then, then the foreigner told her to walk! Of all things! The panicked girl thrashed, coughing, trying to break free from Seze's grip and run because this person was clearly mad and didn't understand --

And then the thing that was chasing her came out of the alley, and upon seeing the inkay in its way, leapt at it. Its body was black as soot, or perhaps covered in soot, and toxic-purple eyes narrowed as it hissed and spat embers and poisonous gasses at Rhamantus, pockets on its back glowing red as coals and clearly furious.

The girl in Seze's iron grip babbled incoherently. "I-I-I I'm sorry!!! It's. The mages! One of theirs! Poisons and fires and-and-and I was just -- the chimney! A whole nest!! Please let me go, oh let me run! You have to go! They're smoking out the building!!!" The terror in her eyes, it had to be said, really did not match the gravity of the situation Seze herself was in. The salandit was young, male, and while angry it was also alone. A better look at the girl would place her at an age much older than her slim body pretended, and her hands and arms had the scars and old burns and scrape marks of, well, a chimney sweep.

Seze would be able to put two and two together in moments -- she had no doubt disturbed the pokemon basking in the warmth of the chimney bricks together and enjoying the otherwise suffocating smoke from one of the industry buildings in the area. They had probably already been disgruntled by the lack of fire and smoke when the furnace was shut down for the sweep's visit. If Seze knew much about Harper, she might recall that people here were terribly afraid of magic and mages, and that those same terrors had naturalized and introduced new species from overseas after some kind of upheaval. It was certainly looked at askance from abroad as a strange reparation indeed. Whether the salandit came from an actual harem of others or whether there had simply been a few and she had irritated this one excessively was anyone's guess.

At any rate, it had decided to attack her new inkay and had already proven it was determined to give chase. If she looked around, she would see the pichu was hiding behind a barrel, watching the lizard with sharp eyes.


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It took a lot of effort for Seze not to roll her eyes. Young people. But still she let go, content that whatever poor decision this girl was about to make would be on her head, not Seze's. The ex-assassin ignored the girl's babble and instead fixed her eyes on the end of the alley, in the direction of the sounds. Mages, huh? The Emperor had had some mages in his employ, largely to protect him from external threats. She hadn't done a great deal of research about Harper if only because she'd wanted to avoid leaving witnesses behind; Dirigo would have no trouble finding out that Seze was here if she had asked random people about the country she was headed to. It was a risk, going in blind, but it was one that she had taken. As far as she knew, magic was commonplace and normal here.

Nonetheless Seze wasn't keen to tango with a mage. She wasn't sure she recognized the young salamander-thing that came around the corner at them, but she was also no fool. The woman had long since been trained to analyze her surroundings, and her enemies, with as few context clues as possible. The gasses spewing from the reptile was a major tell; the ember-like spots on its back a more subtle one, but it gave Seze information all of the same. And the girl had soot on her, had mentioned a nest in a chimney. Poison and fire? Yes, Seze was confident that she was facing down a Poison/Fire type. Neither of those elements gave her cause to worry for Rhamantus' safety.

Still, the pokemon was untested, and the last thing Seze was going to do was send a brand-new partner into a potentially loud, and attention-grabbing, battle. For all she knew there were mages on the way, even if the girl's story suggested a disturbed gathering of wild pokemon.

Rather than giving the inkay an order, Seze pulled a throwing knife from its holster along her right thigh, movements as practiced and graceful as a liepard leaping for prey. The knives didn't have her coronet symbol on the hilt, but she'd specially purchased them before arriving in Harper. They were plain, ordinary at first glance, but the weight was evenly-balanced and made to match her old weapons. The ex-assassin threw this knife with the same skill as she would have back in Cordeth, and she aimed for the salandit's eye. If it hit (and she was sure it would), the blade would penetrate the pokemon's brain and disable it long enough for her, or for the inkay, to finish the job. And there wouldn't be any telltale holes left behind in the skull, so with luck, the body would decompose to hide the cause of death before Dirigo found it.

Seze walked calmly to the salamander and, if the force of the blow hadn't paralyzed or outright killed the salandit, placed her boot on his neck. She leaned down to retake her knife and slid it into the soft spot behind the head, just under the skull where all of the important stuff was kept. If the pokemon wasn't dead before, it was now.

And if her knife missed, she'd simply throw a second one, also aimed at the eye socket.

Once the deed was done Seze grabbed the salandit's tail and dragged it to the nearest, most abandoned-looking pile of crates she could find and tossed the body behind it. That done she pulled a cloth from her pocket and wiped her knife (Knives?) clean, fixing the girl with a stern stare- provided that the panicked thing hadn't fled. "Just go," she intoned calmly before moving her gaze to Rhamantus. He had followed closely, seemingly interested in the salandit's body. "You'll learn to do that just as efficiently someday. First we need to get out of these traps that are alleys and get our bearings. If you know the way, lead on."

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The knife embedded itself in the lizard's skull with a wet thump, and the beast staggered, foaming poison from its mouth in sudden shock and pain before it writhed and fell to its belly, twitching as if in a seizure -- Seze's inkay sent a spike of force arrowing through the space between them, using his Psychic move to hasten the lizard's end and return Seze's knife to her hand before she had bent to retrieve it. The little girl who had begged her for help stood motionless in shock with eyes as large as saucers. Clearly, she hadn't really known what she expected but she certainly hadn't expected that. The limp body was ten-odd pounds of pure muscle and smoothly scaled skin that seemed even in death to almost slither in Seze's hands as she stowed it behind the crates. The inkay looked at it as though considering whether it would be worth his time to take a nibble when they heard the sudden patter of the girl's feet as she fled.

And then further hissing. Shouts from inside the industrial building. From between the crates, Seze could see more of the lizards pouring out of the building, complete with crashes and shouted commands as pokemon from workers inside the building were released to contain and push back the harem. She could see two -- four -- no, eight scattering through the door and out of the building to cast about for the scent of the dead one's pheromones. And then, sinuously crawling out and over her "court" came the salazzle, tongue flicking to taste the air.

Beside her, the inkay's eyes glowed as he stilled the air around them; Seze felt the breeze die on her skin. She understood in an instant: the pokemon was keeping their scents close to their skin. There was little to do but to make like the child and flee from cover to cover down the alleyway that was partially obstructed from view by the pile of crates. Such was her fluctuating luck that she would manage to escape them before they found the salandit's body and that her inkay's quick thinking and careful psychic manipulation of the air around them would temporarily prevent the pair from leaving a scent trail.

Several did dart down the alley that the girl had fled down, if Seze felt any compunction to pursue them as well in case the girl found no further help or shelter. Otherwise, her flight would take her out to the edge of Maritime, where she would need to halt her labored breathing for a moment as a pair of workers passed with a cart coming from the route, deep in conversation about a recent death of one of the more prominent minstrels and wondering what would come of their holdings and the collection of foreign and exotic possessions once the investigation was settled, since all knew that Lisa Sweetpiper had no familial ties -- a classic minstrel that one, and such a sad and sorry end it was to meet such a bloody death. They snickered over that she had finally bed a man who could not accept that a minstrel's heart belonged to no one but herself.

A potential target to line her purse, or a threat? She would need to decide whether to pursue it or to vanish back into Maritime for a goal of her own devising -- or find a reason to ask the workers for more details without putting their backs up against a stranger.


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