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bravenewworld2015-08-01 12:31 pm
thescabbard) wrote in bravenewworld2015-08-01 12:31 pm
❄001; [action for Union]
a;
[Anyone walking around the Business and Entertainment Districts today may be treated to an odd sight: an unfamiliar woman, small and pale, dressed to the nines for... no apparent reason. Sure, the way she walks with no regard for distractions might indicate she has a destination, but now that she and the young Drifloon and Snorunt trailing behind her have passed every establishment in the area thrice over, one might start to think that she's lost.
For the more observant, that conclusion may come even sooner due to the lack of Warp Band on the woman's wrist, despite the Pokemon who are obviously following her. For the most observant, one might spot bare toes peeking out from the ivory fabric of the woman's dress with every step she takes. Is she walking around barefoot?!
Alright, so maybe she's not just lost. Anybody want to stop this walking disaster?]
b;
[As the tiny group makes it's way around, however, the Snorunt steadily slows, falling further and further behind the woman and the Drifloon. Neither of them notices, the Drifloon too interested in the city sights and sounds, the woman to focused on... whatever she's focused on, until the Snorunt gives a pitiful cry of its name. Finally, the woman turns back and, after a moment's consideration, steps toward the Pokemon, crouching down to scoop it into her arms. Something about the action brings the Snorunt a modicum of relief, but it's still rather distressed. Unfortunately, the woman doesn't appear to be in a rush to do much else...]
[Anyone walking around the Business and Entertainment Districts today may be treated to an odd sight: an unfamiliar woman, small and pale, dressed to the nines for... no apparent reason. Sure, the way she walks with no regard for distractions might indicate she has a destination, but now that she and the young Drifloon and Snorunt trailing behind her have passed every establishment in the area thrice over, one might start to think that she's lost.
For the more observant, that conclusion may come even sooner due to the lack of Warp Band on the woman's wrist, despite the Pokemon who are obviously following her. For the most observant, one might spot bare toes peeking out from the ivory fabric of the woman's dress with every step she takes. Is she walking around barefoot?!
Alright, so maybe she's not just lost. Anybody want to stop this walking disaster?]
b;
[As the tiny group makes it's way around, however, the Snorunt steadily slows, falling further and further behind the woman and the Drifloon. Neither of them notices, the Drifloon too interested in the city sights and sounds, the woman to focused on... whatever she's focused on, until the Snorunt gives a pitiful cry of its name. Finally, the woman turns back and, after a moment's consideration, steps toward the Pokemon, crouching down to scoop it into her arms. Something about the action brings the Snorunt a modicum of relief, but it's still rather distressed. Unfortunately, the woman doesn't appear to be in a rush to do much else...]
A
[This was getting onto the fourth or fifth time Waver's watched her pass by the window of this cafe he had parked himself in to read at, due to his own Pokemon's insistence. Normally he wouldn't have even bothered speaking up....but, after the fourth or fifth time of observing a frozen beauty in the midst of summer and watching her pass by with an almost spectral grace that sent a chill up his spine, enough was simply lost.
Dropping his feet back down to the floor (because he had rudely been resting them on the table for the sake of comfort), he leaned over the edge of the small fence around the restaurant's patio to speak with her.]
Do you need a map or something? You look lost.
[And he was getting tired of nearly jumping out of his skin at her sudden reappearance. The typing differences were strong between the two of them.]
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...A map would be useful. [And suddenly, her gaze whips back to him, expression intense with purpose.] Do you have one?
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I do, but it's my only one, [he explained quickly,] So, if you tell me what your looking for, I could probably go with you to find it.