@startaker / scholar. / pl:a verse starter call!
Most Hisuians wisely avoid the distant Coronet Highlands--sparse and unforgiving terrain, even by regional standards--but Ceres finds herself preferring the desolate mountainsides for a few valuable reasons: the brisk winds muffle her footsteps, and the cliffside vantage points present prime views of unaware stragglers struggling up the winding paths below. Yes, this area is one of Ceres’s premier hunting grounds, and any travelers wandering alone up here are just asking to get picked off and/or robbed blind by the skillful bandit.
Crouched on the edge of a small overhang with Liss at her side, Ceres grins as her good eye catches sight of a fresh target: an unusually-dressed traveler with a bulging backpack. Perfect.
The Miss Fortune rogue and her Sneasler spring into action at the same time, both of them half-running, half-sliding down from their perches with practiced athletic ease. Ceres plants her boots on the narrow path, halting the wanderer’s advance with gleeful authority, while Liss steps into place behind their victim, cutting off his retreat.
“You really came at the perfect time...” the bandit observes with her usual level of tact, a lopsided grin twisting her features. “We were starting to get bored, hungry for some action...and then--look at this!--a little freak wanders up the road with an overloaded backpack, right in front of us! How lucky, huh?”
Ceres lets out a short, humorless laugh, and--behind Scholar--Liss sharpens her poisonous claws. Loudly. Making a point. As if feeding off her Pokemon’s energy, Ceres steps even closer, getting right in Scholar’s face..
“...So, I’m gonna ask once: hand over the bag. Now,” the vagabond bully breathes, a dangerous sneer narrowing her gleaming eye. “You try to resist, run, or not do what I say...and things are going to get messy.”
