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It was a night for robbing, and the moonless sky and hushed winds promised Jade it would be a successful one. Her silken feathers muted her graceful flight that always gave her a sensation similar to a Mantyke gliding through the silent brine, eternal life. It was a belief all Flying-type Pokémon shared and would constantly remind others with their famous saying,'Live on wing, eternally sing!'

Most flying Pokémon would become mesmerized by the beauty of Greenrim Village; the way the fire lamps radiated and swayed delicately above the river channels like dancing Volbeat. However, the only appeal to the greedy Noctowl was the single blue-bricked house distanced from the typical red and yellow buildings and the Roserade accompanied with it.

Doing a finale 360° with her flexible head, Jade dove down towards him and landed on his outstretched arm.
 
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Clint- for that was the name of the Roserade- gave a silent nod of approval at her landing. With his free hand, he gestured towards the house. He was ready. If she was too, they could begin the burglary, which seemed, on paper, more petty a crime than it actually was.
 
Blinking in acknowledgememt, the Noctowl returned into the open air and hovered silently above Clint; awaiting for his move.
 
It would seem that he had already been at work since before she had arrived; by the way he pushed the front door open, it became evident that he had picked the door's lock open using- presumably- either a highly corrosive chemical attack, or by a carefully-executed Vine Whip.
 
Not wanting to waste precious time, Jade flew into the house in one elegant swoop. Her mute wings hid her unwanted presence in the empty living room. The house was well kept and tidy, and built for the night, the Noctowl used her keen eyes to help navigate throughout the home.
 
Clint allowed her a few moments to do this before walking after her with an almost palpably smug aura. Now, it was simply a matter of locating what they had come for. This, he was confident, could be left to Jade; however, his presence could prove just as necessary as hers, being a master of various powders, poisons and other chemicals, among other things.
 
Able to detect his foot falls, Jade made sure to leave a clear path for Clint's bulkier frame. The last thing they needed was to have one of the Roserade's large, rose-hands to knock something over. However, he followed like a silent shadow and surpressed a snicker as Jade led him to a small office where both thieves were greeted with their prize; the evolutionary stone.
 
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Had he been of a lesser level of experience, he might have been overcome by a rush of adrenaline, or paranoia that he would be caught and cornered so close to his prize. However, he was a thorough professional; such feelings were beneath him. All that was left to do was take the stone and leave the house looking as though it had been secure and safe all night long, and not, at any point, broken into or burgled.
 
Jade also contained her emotions, but she did a full 360° with her head which was Clint's clue to whenever his partner was satisfied. Still, she was serious about her work and landed silently on the table; not a single paper fluttered as she clawed over to the glass container. Jade nearly shook her head with pity; she had seen this brand of glass plenty of times and all had failed their purpose.
 
Clint made a careful gesture to proceed; as a professional, not only did he know the value of time and the gravity of risks (though he feared them not), but also the necessity of silent and co-ordinated co-operation, as this could prove highly beneficial to any task in this pseudo-industry. Additionally, a surpressed part deep within him was stirring with proud emotions; the stone was literally moments away from entering their posession. Of course, this part of Clint was ignored and deemed irrelevant and unimportant.
 
Leaning until the tip of her hooked-beak kissed the glass, Jade's pupils expanded as they radiated a magenta glow as she played with the particles of the glass. Clint kept a look out just to be safe while the glass began melting like a candle from the Noctowl's Psychic attack. 30 seconds later, a thick ring of of molten glass encircled the stone which Jade greedily lodged between her beak.
 
Clint nodded with approval, and turned to leave. As expected, this robbery had gone well. All that remained was their departure, which was by far the easiest part of what they had been doing. He started to leave, remaining alert (as complacency would never do, professional or not), but not as much as he had been upon entering, or while Jade had been stealing their quarry.
 
However, it was because of this that the nightmare of every criminal came true; being caught in the act. Snarling with his jagged spikes raised over his hunched back, an angry Vaporeon obscured the space between the theives and the front door. His flared eyes were locked on Clint who immediately realized that the Pokémon hadn't detected Jade suspended quietly above the them.
 
"What are you doing in my house?!" the Vaporeon demanded of Clint, who simply gave a noncomittal shrug. This, as intended, annoyed the Vaporeon. "Answer me!"
Clint did not answer him.
 
Jade recognized Clint's motives and took advantage of the distraction by slowly lowering herself behind the furious Water Pokémon.
 
Unaware of this, the Vaporeon arched his back further.
"Coward! Say something!"
Clint considered replying by telling him, quite smugly, to "Sleep." and scatter Sleep Powder at him, but he instead held his silence. Besides, watching the silly blue creature work himself into a temper was amusing. Especially since Jade was- Clint assumed- about to make a spectacular move.
 
The Roserade assumed correctly, for the Noctowl stretched foward as close as she could get to the oblivious Pokémon's left ear, plopped the stone in her claw, and inhaled deeply.
"MORON!" Jade screeched in a high, taunting cackle.
 
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In a rather feline manner, the startled Vaporeon leaped several feet in the air, caught completely off-guard. Clint used the distraction to saunter towards the way out, wearing, as ever, an expression that sang of self-importance. Too late did the Vaporeon notice this; if he were to try to attack the Roserade, Jade would be able to easily get in the way and keep him at bay. By equal measure, both thieves could now escape without difficulty. Naturally, Clint felt that getting caught at all would be a stain on his professional record, but it seemed that nothing significant had come of this stand-off, so it mattered not.
 
Jade guffawed smugly before following her partner out the door. To her, being seen was always a hilarious experience given the fact the Noctowl was able to see the shocked faces of the Pokémon she robbed. Both thieves advanced down the street, ignoring the shouting Vaporeon in hot pursuit and focusing more on the upcoming houses to be sure nobody else saw them. One witness was a minor problem, but an entire neighborhood was something even Clint was disturbed by.
 
This was one small grace of emotion that he would allow himself: recognition of his own limits. A neighbour, he could handle. A neighbourhood, however...What did not help matters was that they were being chased by a very angry, very loud Vaporeon through the sleeping streets. Clint told himself that he was not concerned by this- although deep within the bowels of his subconscious, there was a neglected fear of the Vaporeon raising some kind of vengeful flash-mob against them.
 
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