[ti]open[/ti]a longing wish

Guess who loves herself a good hidden quest?

Tuesday had done her fair bit of wandering through the dilapidated vastness of Ostellia, and in her wandering, she had learned a few interesting things. One of them was that there are apparently no Pokémon in this place other than Ultra Beast, which she assumes must have some lore explanation like 'Ultra Beasts appeared and either killed everything else or made them flee'. Simple enough. But, another of the things she had learned is that there are apparently items players can find in the new area that unlock certain hidden quests. And, you know what hidden quests mean, right?

Say it with me: ✨ exclusive content ✨

Oh, it's like music to Tuesday's fluffy cat ears.

Now, logging in at night is no rarity for someone with such a busy schedule, and so, armoured and armed, it's at night that she approaches the docks, following the quest location marker on her UI's map until spotting a small boat. Someone else stands there, someone she doesn't really know, but in her experience with UNOVR quests, that much is to be expected. Plus, it's not like Tuesday is shy or introverted... at all.

"Hey." She greets, a roguish smile tugging at her rosy lips. "Think you might need this."

A rusted key is held up. The key that she assumes goes with the boat's padlock.

"I'm Tuesday. You?"

It's not even Tuesday today, but maybe they're right when saying that evil never sleeps.

"Ah, so my reputation precedes me." If she's surprised, she doesn't sound like it at all, and her smile remains unfading through it all. Does Tuesday really have a reputation? See, truth be told, she's not sure, because she just couldn't care to know. Mars himself is a man who has grown used to being spoken about in countless different ways by countless different strangers, and so, the fact that a few UNOVR players may or may not say this or that about Tuesday is... totally meaningless to her.

That's neither here nor there.

"Blackthorne's a nice name, suits your vibe." Whatever she may mean by that, the armoured Alchemist does not say, but she does step closer, and she even takes Lord Darien Blackthorne's offer: gauntlet oh so gently taking his hand, as if her own were dainty and delicate, and not an actual steel murder mitten complete with sharp metal claws and everything.

She steps into the boat, and the moment she does, the vessel seems to awaken from a long slumber, pushing forward despite the fact that neither of them has even grabbed an oar. For a split second, the sudden motion startles her, but she's quick to adapt: taking a seat by the boat's stern, in case it does end up needing guidance.

"Looks like it's programmed to take us to our destination. That's handy, this outfit isn't made for rowing." She tells her companion, never one to shy away from small talk. "What do you think we'll find there?"

"Three, huh? I guess that's true, there's—"

Pause.

There water stirs. There's something drifting up ahead, something fucking massive. Tuesday's blonde brows furrow as stares at it, but when her gaze meets that of Lord Darien Blackthorne once again, she simply brings a finger to her lips and smirks. Don't make a sound.

It's then that she reaches back, and surprisingly enough, against all claims on Tuesday's better (read: worse) nature, she reaches for no weapon. Instead, she takes hold of the tiller, steering their small boat away from what's obviously an Ultra Beast (what was the name of that one? Something-lord, right?) in the hopes that they won't have to waste time fighting it.

Yes, she only choses to avoid it because it would be a waste of time. Tuesday is nothing if not efficient.