Helena Gray
Harper Industries Headquarters in Goldenrod City
Affected RPers: @XaiakuX

Helena shifted in the dark slightly as Lance moved to get up. His hand reached for a Pokeball, and her fingers twitched. As the ball expanded, her own nimble hand reached for one of her own. A huge Machamp appeared, flexing and calling out its own name as Lance casually put his laptop and flash drive away. Damn.

He was good. But she was good, too.

As he went on about his brother setting Ghost-types out to stalk him, Helena walked out of her hiding spot, palms up. She gave Lance an impassive look and ignored the muscle-bound Machamp, who was currently trying to look as intimidating as possible. The thing was, she was used to facing brutes and defeating them, so this had no effect on her at all. It was mildly irritating, even.

"Hello, Lance Harper," she said coolly. She was somewhat glad he wasn't easy to stalk; she had a glimmer of respect for his astuteness. Though the macho show of strength was starting to wear on her. "I'm not here to kill you, so you can put your Pokemon away. I'm sure it wouldn't do so well if he was poisoned, or hit by a powerful Flying move, anyway," she mused, and her eyes flicked upwards. Behind and above the glowering Machamp's head, the glowing eyes and vampiric grin of a Crobat appeared, fluttering just out of reach.

"I think we can come to a truce, here. Don't you?"