sudden moves [c]

she first spotted the vulpix, which made her recall her companions held on a belt around her waist, most precisely hale whom hated being trapped on the container. however for deliveries like this, she’d prefer her team didn’t take any part of lonesome role. [break]
after hearing the unfortunate alias designed to her, she immediately took the package out of her coat, unbuttoned nearly enough to take it out, eager to end the transaction. it seemed the feeling wasn’t mutual as the galactic member approached her. the wind whistled reaching for her exposed skin through the coat’s opening, leaving her to impatiently stand erect before the woman. taar’s gaze searched for memories apparently lost, regarding the other’s familiar frame. unable to recognize a probably known feature added to the list another reason to prevent her cover of being blown. “everything you want is in the package.” she grunted in her breath, voice muffled by the velvet fabric. her head signaled to the box, which hung midair supported by taar’s hand and the other’s torso seeing she leaned in closer to the ranger.

taar sensed their encounter might have led out an impression that they were on the same side. actually for the sake of the mission, they were. rivalry aside and she still couldn’t let anyone see that side of hers, one who would contact a criminal and do nothing she was taught to by the academy.[break]
she took a step back, her hands immediately crashed onto the other’s palm, preventing them from poking anywhere they weren’t invited. that kind of curiosity, an intrusive one, had been her first. she wasn’t exactly sure how to act upon the threat, but she voiced husky enough for the girl to understand their meeting was over. "no, actually. you can’t. we’re done here." she motioned to leave, whilst buttoning her coat. she didn’t not look back to galactic agent, hoping her persistence ended back at the marking point.

that reaction. taar’s disappointed at herself for not recognizing her sooner. her name was molly if she remembered correctly. they’ve met before in another setting, at the ranger academy. she wondered where the girl went after she noticed the other dropped out. she’d never think she would pursue a criminal intake. well, no one would think that of her either, but there she was staring back at the supposed enemy begging to see her face. the strangest encounter she’s ever had, to be noted.[break]
“i’m sorry. but do you think its safe engaging a complete stranger who clearly doesn’t want to be bothered, in the middle of nowhere?” she calmed her tone, but hardened the words not to break character and tip her off with her soft manner. she reached again for the girl’s hand, now locked in a tight grip on the ranger’s arm. taar slowly took her hand off of her whilst reassuring the other that they weren’t missing anything not knowing who she was. “leave it alone. go back to your hq or something, make your bosses happy by delivering that package to them.” well, that was an awful lot for someone who doesn’t communicate so often.

if she left the moment the mission was completed, she might’ve been arriving at the cabin. although it had been rented with gerald’s money, anywhere would be warmer and less risky than where she was, standing in the cold with a pretty insistent galactic member. taar watched the other’s responses, maybe it was the sudden familiarity she had with the girl that made her stumble on her thoughts. when considering maybe showing her who she was, wouldn’t be the end of the world, seeing she might not even remember her, taar shifted her gaze for a mere second dismissive of the last words directed to her. upon a closer examination of the situation, she decided to simply walk away from the imminent trouble molly was subjecting both of them to. it wouldn’t be worth continuing their transaction.[break]
the attack was surely unexpected for an apparent naive figure, crushing taar’s late decision, in which would’ve prevented reactions like that. molly’s hands came locking on the fabric of taar’s scarf, too close. the ambush, although clean, was troubled by taar’s years of experience in martial arts. the cadet instinctively batted her own wrists against the others, in order to spread the girl’s arms, keeping her noisy fingers away from her identity. she managed to grab one targeted wrist, the other skilled hand landed on molly’s shoulder, turning her back with a twist. taar’s palm pressed firmly against the neck of the attacker as she pulled one of molly’s arms just enough to lock her into position. “seeing my face isn’t worth this. you don’t even know me. do this again and i’ll break your arm.” this time around taar made sure to give her best authority figure performance, basically she just mimicked gerald when he visited.[break]
due to the motion, she noticed her own feet unable to move, buried in deep layers of cold. she decided to stay still, up until the girl’s surrender, only then she’d brush of the snow keeping her in place.

familiar. she wondered how molly could’ve sensed something even with the precautions she took covering every inch of her body and the change of voice by the mask. taar’s expression tensed itself, her stomach complain and her consciousness shouted. she felt sick and wet from the melting flakes. the ranger turned her face away, remaining her strength on the other, incapable of staring one more second at that whole situation.[break]
however, the unfortunate other attempt to make a surprise move ended up working on the cadet. she jumped to the unsettling noise that caught her ears, resulting on a lighter grip on molly’s wrist and a jerked body. "fu-." her trapped feet and a surprisingly rushed frame caused her to crash onto the snow covered ground. a successful pull was enough to make taar sigh in disappointment with herself, her face now uncovered received cold wind to previously warmed lips. “god.” eyes rolled exasperatedly, head signing in disbelief on the snow. “never thought i’d be defeated by ice.” in that position, she knew there was nothing else to be said or done.

the ranger’s frame remained the same for most of the conversation, a lightly confused disappointed mess. her brows furrowed to the constant invasion of space. the other seemed amused enough giving her victory. only then, under a smaller less trained figure, taar realized how much she didn’t try to overcome the situation. keeping a conversation? stopping to take molly’s hand calmly off of her? it may have been a way to overcome her father, to stop being weary of others whom had nothing to do with what she had been through and show him that she was her own person.[break]
upon hearing the former cadet guesses, she envied her lack of memory. one of her most daring wishes was, indeed, to forget everything and everyone she’s encountered. in addition to that, with some help of the universe (maybe?), everyone else would forget about her too, specially a certain man. she wouldn’t mind that at all.[break]
still underneath, her mind returned to the conversation. as of now the query seemed harmless and she had no excuses whatsoever, nor did she want to have. "uh.. i’m taar." there she was, her common self. the softest of speaker whom missed the innocent girl she was before. no venus and definitely not a messenger. she mimicked molly’s motion, getting up as soon as she didn’t have another’s body pressed against her. now on her own two feet, her body was hit by the amount of snow she’s been in contact with. the cold punished her from head to toe, reason she accepted the scarf back with a content smile forming on her lips.[break]
the apology crashed her ears, already sensitive to the icy wind. her gaze previously on the vulpix that once attacked her, wondering if the pokemon was afraid of her or even pissed for jumping on her trainer, came back to the galactic member. the offer caught her off guard, specially due to the sincere tone. it wouldn’t hurt to make an acquaintance once in a while. curiosity worked her this time as she thought of the reasons molly had to join such hurtful organization. accepting it meant turning her back on principles, ones she’s been breaking for years. there wasn’t a excuse that could’ve worked, she just had to admit to herself the thought of having coffee with the other painted a warmer setting than where they’re standing. she just had one set back. "i’d love to take you up on that… but i can’t be seen with you." for someone who was on the ‘good’ side, she looked too remorseful.