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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:01 am
((Ne, About what time is it currently, Role play time of course..))
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:02 am
((Hrm, good question. After twelve, but way before sunset, I think.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:11 am
((Definitely gonna beat the crap outta anyone if they interrupt my painstakingly phone-typed posts.))
They were right? Henrietta's motivation to do things seemed to be wavering now, and Eunmi couldn't quite understand why. Still, she was glad that they didn't have to go run off and potentially kill themselves.
"Hey! Wasn't I supposed to get money?" Eunmi held up the egg she had been given. She was glad now that she remembered about the money, since she wouldn't have to call her mother now, but she didn't know anything about pokemon eggs. She set the egg back down and smiled at Henrietta.
"Then what do you want to do?"
((Btw, formatting is a b***h on a phone.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:15 am
"O-oh, I was supposed to get money t-too, b-but I ran off," she said, mostly to herself.
Well, it didn't matter, did it? They had her trainer information, if John Masters wasn't a p***k about his dojo collapsing he'd send the innocent finalists their money via wired transfer to their trainer accounts.
Because that's how that s**t works.
Henrietta looked over at Eunmi. "O-oh!" She suddenly remembered. She'd open her bag and begin to dig through it before she produced two item balls with a look of horror.
"N-none of it's labeled," she said with grim realization.
"E-emi, I-i m-mixed up our c-clothes!"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:21 am
"Haha." Eunmi picked one of the item balls up and turned it in her hand. "Well that's no good. I don't look good in pink."
Eunmi dropped her hand and stared at Henrietta. Speaking of clothes...
"I am so sorry I unmasked your true identity on live tv! I mean, if I'd known you were a super hero..." Eunmi looked to disgruntled by this to be joking. Did she really think Henrietta was a real super hero?
Also, it seemed she had already forgotten how she unmasked the girl.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:27 am
Oh, that's right. She'd pretended to be a super hero. Henrietta looked at Eunmi, trying to figure out whether the girl was joking or not. If she was, Henrietta would look silly if she brushed it all aside, if she wasn't she'd just upset Eunmi.
Alternatively, she'd look worse if Eunmi was joking and might make Eunmi even angrier if she wasn't, considering a 'super hero' was getting protection from a 'normal person'.
Henrietta sighed. "Th-that was just a costume, a D-duskull mask I picked up at a p-party store," she admitted.
"I'm not a super hero." I can't even protect my friends..
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:33 am
"What? No way..." Eunmi looked kind of sad at the truth. What a disappointment. She was gonna ask for Spectre Girl's autograph. Eunmi suddenly rose a hand to rub the back of her neck and laughed.
She couldn't bring herself to lie that she'd been joking when she really thought Henrietta was a for real super hero, but she was embarrassed.
"You made a good super hero," Eunmi said. "But I wouldn't have worn a dress if I were a crime fighter."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:37 am
A good super hero? No, Henrietta wasn't like that. She wasn't a savior, she could just talk, quote dialogue, pull out one liners from her a**. That was it.
"Th-that was b-because D-duskulls look like th-they have robes a-and I thought it was c-cute." Henrietta eyed the insides of the item balls trying to determine what was hers. She'd changed clothes so many times since the start of her journey that it was ridiculous.
"B-but the dress is ruined now, hum.."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:43 am
((SHIRT RIPPER!!!--Evil Betty, nyaa haaa))
"Huh?" Eunmi paused, remembering only now that Henrietta mentioned it that she had ripped the dress' strap.
"How could I do such a thing?! A crime against fashion to ruin a perfectly fine dress like that!"
Apparently almost exposing another girl's chest in public and accidentally kissing her as well was not on Eunmi's priority list of things her brain thought about.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:49 am
"N-never mind, it's not important. H-here, help me out," she said and she'd empty her bag of item balls, putting them all on the table.
((Can totally skip that part, since it's boooring))
Then Henrietta eyed Eunmi's drink and recalled her own. "C-can I have some of that?"
((Cue scene switch?))
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:53 am
((Sure but to what? Also my flight is boarding soon, so I will post again when I am IN SAN FRANCISCOOOOO.))
Eunmi looked down at her soda and then handed it to Henrietta.
"'slong as you're not afraid of cooties," said the girl who kissed the other.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 6:57 am
"I-i am not," Henrietta said and she took a sip from the drink, finally washing down the bread from her sandwich.
***
After sorting their clothes and checking out of the hotel room, the two were on the street once more. The Pokemon Center, you see, would finally have rooms again now that the tournament was over. Trainers had left town, some of them wanted to wait around for a shot at the gym badge but it seemed that only arrogant or confident trainers challenged the gym at every turn. Or naive ones.
"S-so, remember before I said I would teach Dali - that's his name right? - kendo? I-i can, even with my shinai, t-teach him some things now. I-if you want."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:02 am
((******** yes Rose, I'm gonna go watch Kung Pow after this post))
FWIP!
Right in front of Henrietta and Eunmi, Moze and Mayer materialized on the spot in the street. Sparkles flew around the two from the sheer sexiness Moze exuded. The musician looked slightly razzled, possibly from coming out of the Teleport. He was clutching onto a dark red napkin, removing it away from his mouth to throw it into the trash can they so conveniently landed next to.
"Whew, thanks for the lift, Mayer," Moze told the Gallade. Mayer nodded, flashed him a peace sign, and then Teleported away.
Moze sighed and balanced lazily on his walking stick for a second, and then turned to the people he had probably just scared the crap out of. "Ah, sorry about that!" he said to them with an apologetic bow. "I hope we didn't scare-"
He paused, taking a long look at Eunmi with his sparkling amber eyes. Curiously, he took a few steps closer to her, trying to remember why she seemed so familiar. And then he suddenly looked like he knew what he was looking at.
Moze smiled warmly and nostalgically, running his free hand through his silky black hair. More sparkles came out. "Long time no see, cutie. Do you wanna be my girlfriend? I never got an answer to that question."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:26 am
((Have fun in san fran. Arti~))
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 5:06 pm
"Oh that would be really helpful-" Eunmi was cut short by the sudden appearance of Moze. She was startled, even though they'd already been through the pokemon-can-teleport thing. Paralyzed, initially because she was surprised, and now because some really cute guy was checking her out. Within a few seconds, she realized this and smiled, but the smile faded as soon as he spoke.
"Never got an answer...?" She looked puzzled and it took a lot of effort to take her eyes off him for just enough time to look at his Pokemon companion. The Gallade... from earlier?
"This must be Salieri's brother...? Have we met...?" Her eyes darted back to his, and her cheeks flushed.
"S-sorry...?" was all she could muster at first, but after she heard her own voice, she grew a little more confident. "I don't know about girlfriend, but I'd be up for drinks if you could elaborate."
A small grin appeared on her face and she looked up at him, one eyebrow raised cutely.
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