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She hummed again but gave Ai no response. It is here her gaze grew calculating as she sauntered away. Cetus distanced herself from Ai into the smoking section of the cafe, settling into an open table much to the disdain of the seating arranger. When staff sauntered on by to tap her upon the shoulder and kindly ask her to move, she kindly ignored them. She withdrew an item a bit bigger than her usual ciggy, a cigar for that matter, and lit the tip with a her lighter. She took a short drag, tapped the bit of ash, and continued her curious actions with a cell phone call.

A bit into her inaudible conversation, the Galactic grunt scribbled something onto a bit of napkin, rolled it neat, and sent it off with her Purrloin to deliver. The feline messenger rolled off her neck with a heavy yawn and accepted the napkin. Bounding off the table, she scuttled between many pairs of unimportant legs before settling herself onto Ai's table with a small hop. She dropped the twisted napkin and sat, in case she just so happened to send a reply.

Scrawled onto the flimsy textile was a simple message in average penmanship: It's been some time, maybe your date stood you up. It was hard to decipher what feelings were behind the message, but it certainly wasn't concern. Most likely more annoyance, just to tug at nerves s'more. A little lower, another message was scrawled: I'm sure you want to know who I am and why I'm bothering you. At least it would prompt her for a reply.

Schemali gripped the corner of the message between her teeth and as she turned away, she sassed her tail up in an arrogant flip at Ai. Once again, she bounded off the table and clambered through the many legs of upright primates before returning to her original destination. Cetus glanced at her Purrloin as she dropped the little letter and sat readily in case she had to run the errand again. Squishing her cell onto her shoulder to hold, she glanced at the message with her free hand, spouting smoke from the coffin nail wedged between her lips.

She read the offhand slant and sighed, drawing herself another napkin and scratching something upon it. She than stuffed it back into the mouth of her feline and turned away to chat up about something else, until a loud, "a*****e!" broke the tranquil tension of the restaurant. She slapped the communication device together and than slapped it onto the tabletop with a huff of angst. She couldn't stand that man.

Schemali plopped the balled up napkin onto Ai's table than and upon crinkling it, Ai would read: I want to help, considering your a** is on s**t street right now.

Schemali watched the hand swipe the air with mundane eyes, but did not budge. As a kitten and even to her current age, she had been instilled with the patience of a saint. Her philosophy towards tasks were simple: complete them until command was given, from the task's head, that her duties were complete. Than she'd be free to traverse the plains of sleep and boredom. But because Ai had not given her a letter to return, she refused to move until than.

Seeing that her little messenger was unlikely to return, Cetus raised herself from her seat and rudely pushed past customers and waiters until she stood at the foot of Ai's table. She draped a hand across the Purrloin's head and the feline lowered her ears and shut her verdant eyes shut to relish the moment.

Sliding her forefinger and middle around the cigar, she pulled from her mouth to speak. "Seems you and I have some talking to do." she said nonchalantly. "And I think you might want to take my words seriously."

A thin vine of grey twirled up towards Arceus's domain as it's mother shifted herself into the seat offered. Switching herself sideways, she curved one leg over the other and silently put her thoughts into order, filing useless contemplations into manilla folders and storing them deep into the file cabinet labeled, "Will think about later." Breathing birth into another plume of smoke, Cetus glanced at Ai and smiled. "Someone's following you," she said, than chuckled a bit. "And no, it is not just me. Another person, after that lovely little floating feline curling an extra few of your locks. They're deadly. I've been hired to protect you." Her bluntness drifted off with the smoke as her speech came out as nothing more than senseless chatter. "Any questions?"

"The same people who sold your parents your Pokemon." Cetus answered. "If you haven't guessed it by now, a Mew is not a Pokemon one comes across on every quaint stroll." She took a moment to inhale a bit than release a puff of grey. "I was hired to keep an eye on, well, your Mew, and prevent any harm. But since it is overtly attached to your person, I am forced to keep an eye on your too. Business wouldn't look too keen if one of our best sales happened to be damaged merchandise, hmm? However, if you still don't believe me-" The Galactic grunt reached into her pocket, retrieved a thin wallet, and threw it absently onto the table. "My I.D. Have a look, explore for anything suspicious. It's only basic information anyway."

"I reiterate, it's bad for business." she snubbed out her cigar with the statement as if to add her reason was final. "We're in a bit of competition and your 'rents transaction pushed our popularity through the figurative roof. They didn't like that, our competition, and have become a bit hostile. They're attacking our customers as an act of intimidation. "Either buy from us or we'll kill you." That's the message they're sending." Schemali yawned. "What happens to you, I don't care. It's your precious Mew I'm to keep track of, as per my commander's orders. But if you don't want a knife in your gullet from an unknown assailant, I think you'd trust what I'm saying . . . and trust me as well. Any more questions?" It was a hard ticket to play, but gaining the girl's trust would surely give her an upper hand in this mission. If she made it through, though, was something she had to question.

Cetus stood, picked up her own earthbound feline, and turned. "Do as you wish, I've some business to attend to anyway. However-" Distilled grey eyes glanced at Ai. "I'll be watching. Goodbye." And with that, the older woman dissolved into the flow of people. She was practically gone, but Ai might happen to catch a glance at a familiar outfit output by a long sway of pink hair leave from another exit. Gotta keep disguise after all.