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[divinitea]

[TEXT]

[Sometime during the day, a short text pops up on the network.]

Tell me about something you miss from home. Something you can't get here.

[Someone isn't having a good day.]

[ACTION]

[Things have been fairly rough for Celes, lately, but she's finally managed to get herself out of the house. It's more for necessity rather than out of desire, however; a horrible discovery early this morning showed her that it was simply impossible for her to remain idle...especially in the face of such a frustrating threat. What was this clearly catastrophe occurrence?

She discovered she's running dangerously low on eyeliner.

So that's why, if you happen to be in the make-up section of the Goldenrod Department store, you'll spot her and her Gothitelle, Victoria, standing in front of a display featuring one of the fancier brands. Celes' face isn't showing much emotion, as usual, but her movements are jerky and her posture is tight. She's frustrated; the day isn't getting any better. She's gone through three testers and none of them are quite right; the fourth one isn't showing promise, either.]

I simply cannot believe they ran out of my favourite brand...none of these ones are quite the same.

[Narrowing her eyes at the thin black line she's drawn on her hand, Celes rubs at it with her finger, pursing her lips as it smudges into her skin.]

Honestly...is this what passes for quality in this place? Pathetic...that saleswoman should be fired.

[Turning around, she lightly tosses the tester back towards the display; it lands neatly back into place with a soft clacking sound, guided into position by her Gothitelle. Looking around the make-up area, Celes rolls her eyes.]

Am I really expected to travel all the way to Celadon City to find it? What nonsense.

[...although...she has heard excellent things about the fashion and shopping in Celadon. Would it be able to compare to Tokyo, though? Hmm...

...well. It's not like she's going to go today, anyway. The thought is...tempting, however; it would likely do her good to get away from this city for a little while.

Food for thought, anyway.

...]

Come, Victoria. Perhaps I'll buy a new perfume.


[OOC: Celes will be wandering throughout the Department Store all day, so you can run into her wherever you like - it doesn't just have to be the make-up section!]

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[occultigen]

— I would!

[It's an acceptance she ends up blurting out rather inelegantly, like she's afraid if she hesitates too long the opportunity might disappear altogether. To her credit, though, once the outburst has passed, she seems to mentally regroup and hammer out her uncertainty into something that looks a little more like determination.]

I would like that very much, and — if we're to be honest, Miss Ludenberg, that's precisely what I was about to ask you myself, before I...

[A pause.]

...I got caught up in silly things, instead of fixing on what was truly important. That's something I do often, and I'd...like the chance to fix it, where I can. So please, if you'll allow me instead —

Miss Ludenberg, may I please accompany you on your trip? I think...I should enjoy the experience, very much.

[Text]

[tearsofademon]

Right? Especially when my pokemon won't let me sleep as much as I need to.

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[wing_attack]

It is. But isn't everyone's world complicated?

[ardent]

[Again, it takes him a while.]

I don't like avoiding you.

[death_glare]

[ Good. That means he can keep his pesky Duskull in the computer. ]

Ah, yes.

[ He gives a short sigh. ]

My subordinate, Ronald Knox seems to think I am in love with pigeons.

perm video!

[divinitea]

[....

......

...the conversation shall continue.]

I deem you acceptable enough.

[Celes has actually gone to the effort to sit somewhere for this conversation, the camera framing her nicely.

...she's taught her Pokemon well, when it comes to this.]

Do I get a name?

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[divinitea]

[To say that Celes is surprised would be something of an understatement; it's not just because Meridiana has agreed to go with her, it's more the fact that she wanted to go with her before she even had the chance to ask. She would understand her acquiescence if it was out of politeness, but the fact that she fully intended to ask herself, without prompting....

...if Celes didn't know better, she would almost say that Meridiana likes her.]

I would be more than happy for you to accompany me, Miss Everett. Trips to such destinations are usually far more enjoyable when you have someone to share the experience with you.

[...]

I will insist upon one small detail, however.

[divinitea]

Your optimism is endearing, if not overly useful.

[Talk about things, is it...who exactly would she be able to talk about all this with, though? The only one who really springs to mind is Kirigiri, but that option is...unappealing...

...]

As it stands, however...I am pleased to hear that you've managed to get some sort of closure, Oowada-kun, if only to spite the 'Mastermind'. Being able to claw your way out of despair is admirable.

Perhaps I will not give up hope just yet.

[Another one of her usual lies, or an rare truth? Who knows....]

[Text]

[divinitea]

You could always...put them in their Pokeballs...?

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[divinitea]

Perhaps...but I'm confident mine has no alien technology, at least.

There are admittedly complications though, so...perhaps you have a point.

[divinitea]

...pigeons.

[Not the most elegant of birds...although, perhaps rather appropriate for a Londoner, at least...

Allow her to look politely perplexed.]

What has led him to this bizarre conclusion?

[Text]

[divinitea]

You are literally France.

[You know, between the wizards, the alien technology and now the talking countries, she's starting to wish she'd never sent that text...]

I have so many questions to ask, but I fear I do not know where to start....

[divinitea]

It doesn't bother me, if you're at all concerned about that.

I can understand why you would.

[ardent]

I am, sort of.

But not everything is about you all the time, Celes-kun. It's for my own reasons, too.

[divinitea]

I'm not arrogant enough to assume such a thing, despite the impression I give off.

Although if you avoid me for your own reasons, I must admit...I'm curious as to why you're struggling with it.

[ardent]

That isn't what I meant. I have my own reasons for not wanting to avoid you, things that don't have anything to do with whether I think you're bothered by it or not.

I don't like hating people, especially for things that weren't entirely their fault.

[divinitea]

I know how hatred can feel like a weight on your chest, yes. You don't want to release it, because you feel justified in having it, but yet...after a while, you see that you're doing nothing but wearing yourself down.

I've always been the sort who turns hatred into something productive; I use it to fuel myself. But the hatred I am speaking of was aimed toward myself, and even in the events where others wronged me...I imagine your case is somewhat more difficult, particularly when there's really nothing you can do to change the cause of it.

If you hate me, Ishimaru-kun, I cannot blame you for it. But I do not think that, in the long run, it will do you any good.

I'm not asking you to forgive me, and I don't expect you to. What I believe, however, is that you're never going to be able to move on if you allow me to have such an effect upon you.

I'm a lost cause, but you still might be able to make something of yourself here, you know.

video eternale!

[diehardreaper]

[ Well of course he's acceptable, what with his charm and boyish good looks. She isn't so bad herself. Cute. Good taste.

But then she's already established that, after all. ]

Ronald Knox, if it pleases you or not, miss. Of London's Grim Reaper Dispatch Department.

And do I get a name to that rather pretty face in turn...?

[Text]

[francia]

I am happy to answer any questions you have. I've found that my existence tends to be quite unique even in this place. :)

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[occultigen]

A small detail? Of course, please insist on anything you like, and I'll be happy to oblige.

[death_glare]

We use carrier pigeons for our job. And I suppose since I've claimed, on numerous occasions, that I can count on them more than my own coworkers, that leads him to believe I am infatuated with the creatures.

[ He shakes his head, adjusting his frames. ]

The kid is well meaning but certainly has some growing up to do.

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[wing_attack]

The longer I'm here the more I'm convinced that 'normal' isn't something that exists in the universe. Universes. Whatever.

[diamondo]

Good, you shouldn't.

[It could easily be a lie, but he's just going to pretend it's the truth and roll with it. Maybe if he pretends hard enough, Celes will give in and give it a try!!

...His hopes aren't high here.]

We're here and the Mastermind's not, so we might as well make the most of it.

[Text]

[tearsofademon]

Rose doesn't like it in there.

[...wow you're not yelling at him for being a lazybutt this isn't something he's used to]

[shatterings]

[ That's a relief--obviously, she's going to keep an eye out now. ]

They do?

Route 29, on my way to Cherrygrove City.