scope lens ▸courtney, malva
She’s never been to Sinnoh before.
Logically, there had never been a reason to go -- raised in Hoenn, Magma’s business had never taken her anywhere besides Kanto on one brief occasion. And when she’d decided to travel a little, Sinnoh hadn’t been on her must-see list. At least, the girl laments, Veilstone was not a hard city to stumble across.
Courtney isn’t naive to the rumors, to the implications festering in nearly every region now. She’s been restless for years, and she’d jumped on the opportunity to read between the lines and do something meaningful with herself again. Rocket sightings have been on the rise; Galactic has been s. stirring. Two decade-old organizations coming back. She’s curious. First and foremose, she’s hoping Maxie will do something about it. But while Maxie has history with Team Rocket and its boss(es), he’s never been the slightest bit fond of Galactic, nor of Cyrus in particular. She’s always found it ironic that two men so similar shouldn’t get along, but it’s never concerned her. If Galactic is back in an capacity, however, Courtney has little expectations for the Magma leader to look into it personally. Even when Cyrus is, analytically speaking, probably dead. So she sees the need to take it into her own hands. Investigate personally.
It’s no official mission that brings her to the entrance of the old Galactic Headquarters. She notes that it hasn’t been repurposed, but it’s been better taken care of than she would have expected. Has somebody kept up with housekeeping? It’s... Interesting. Certainly lends itself to the idea that something is amiss with the ex-organization. So she takes one step forward, and another, the ends of her scarf dancing against her arm as she reaches for one of the doors. It doesn’t give under her touch, but the girl isn’t fazed. A building like this, however abandoned, would not likely be left unlocked. Courtney steps back again, slips her hands into the pockets of her jacket, and ponders if there might be some other means of entry left unguarded.
Rather, she means to, but she doesn’t come to any conclusions before she’s distracted by footsteps, heels, approaching from the stairway behind her. Nobody else has yet caught her eye anywhere near the old headquarters -- it piques her curiosity, and she turns to face the approaching figure, eyes steady and face inexpressive as she does.
