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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:10 pm
( Callista )
Rayna was picking though the assorted candy when she glanced back up for Gywn, making sure she was around. She was still flitting around the decor... and so was a Misdreavus. When Gwyn caught sight, she took off after the other ghost gleefully, and it looked like they were heading toward the dressing rooms. Well, at least her pokemon was having fun. The grunt kicked back against a wall and watched the crowd.
Gywn drifted after the Misdreavus, crying out happily to get her attention. She wanted in on the social fun, too!
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:32 pm
The direct approach, and sudden confession that it was not safe here was not what Faleen expected when her partner finally reached her, and in reply her eyebrows arched.
"I'm sorry?" she replied, inviting him to elaborate. Showing that she wasn't quite following before Izaya took at seat in front of her, and began to explain what was troubling him so deeply.
A soft frown formed on her lips as she listened, leaning forward where she sat, to pick up her cane from the floor, and move it instead to her lap, not once looking away from the grunt.
"Shizou... this is the same one I heard mention of back in the ally." she asked, not going to much into details out in public with the events of that evening with his sisters.
She had wondered that night why so much emphasis was put on this man, and the discomfort that came with his mention, having gathered at that time that the man was territorial about the city, a city that they were currently in.
But that was the extent of her knowledge on this person.
Her ignorance was remedied as Izaya continued, in a rather stressful manner on some history, and explanations, Faleen gave the grunt her attention, hearing him out.
Thats not to say that there wasn't any doubt in what Izaya was telling her, most of it sounded extremely... exaggerated.
Was he playing with her? Doing one of his testing little games? She wouldn't exactly put it past him.
He looked at her, and she looked back, for a time she didn't say anything, a cautious uncertainty might have been translated through the look she gave him, seeming to be searching his eyes, his expression.
... Was this genuine?
This was the first time she had ever seen Izaya... upset like this, or as much as she could.
She had seen him annoyed, even scared, but not quite like this.
Faleen might have had doubts about this, and it might have been an instinct to dismiss it to save future embarrassment on her end.
But the fact remained, that she couldn't honestly tell one way or the other, she didn't know or have enough information to simply dismiss this as paranoia, or attention seeking on her partner's part.
That was another thing, Izaya was her partner, she held an obligation to him now, and she had never seen him look this stressed before.
There were a few seconds that Faleen let pass in silence, where it was difficult to tell what was going through her head, though it was apparent she was thinking.
The only movement she made was absently rolling her cane between her fingers.
Next to her boot, Umbreon sat, his eyes drifting from his master, to Izaya.
Finally, Faleen seemed to come to enough of a solution so that she could speak, but she didn't get two words out before someone went streaking past them.
This drew most of their attention from the surprise and unexpected nature of it. Faleen blinked, recognizing Asch, and eventually Aila.
Izaya went after them shortly after.
Faleen remained seated, blinking after them, closing her mouth and she glanced down at Umbreon with raised eyebrows.
Seems that it wasn't important after all.
Lifting her hand to once again slip the mask over the lower half of her face, the Agent turned the cane, pressing the end to the ground as she lifted herself to her feet, hazel eyes glancing around the room, hesitantly.
Izaya was a creature of curiosity, she wasn't surprised that his attention could be caught so easily, especially by people, she let him be.
Faleen herself had more of an interest of getting out of this room, if that voice she had heard earlier belonged to who she thought it did.
"Shall we step into the other room." Faleen suggested, stepping over to Claire and Isadora.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 7:34 pm
(Izaya, Isadora, Faleen)
Claire had been headed for the door and hoping Isadora would follow - parties were no fun alone, after all - when she heard Izaya's annoying voice. Vaguely she wondered how he'd recognized her, what with the blond wig completely covering her dark hair and blue contacts instead of purple, but didn't dwell on it long. "Let me think about that," she replied in a normal tone, then paused briefly before finishing with a flat, condescending, "no. You're not indisposed - go find one yourself." Ugh...
"Yes, let's." Please. With that, she turned and left the dressing room first. She really could not stand his company at all, and the sooner she was out of it, the better.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:15 pm
(@Asch)
"Okay." She located a fresh brush and began working gently but efficiently at the curls. There was something vaguely surreal about it, considering the only hair she had ever brushed before was her own. On completion, his hair still had a faint spiral to it, but it was certainly manageable enough to pin up for a wig. She started on this task promptly when Asch had selected the hairpiece he found most suitable, and it wasn't terribly long before the princess had a head of flowing gold tresses.
"Je pense que cela fonctionne bien," Aila commented. He certainly looked like a different person and indeed resembled a male very little. It was almost scary, really. "Mais peut-être un masque différent," she gestured to the mask Izaya had left with her partner; it didn't really suit the outfit well.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:21 pm
 Asch silently looked over the wigs as Aila straightened out his hair the best she could. He paused, eventually selecting one with golden curls and handed it to her. Once the hair piece was in place, he looked in a nearby mirror and nodded his approval. It did work well, at least well enough for his intentions. However, he then looked to the mask as she gestured to it. "Vous avez raison," he admitted and then sifted through a line up of masks nearby, eventually selecting a gold one with purple feathers and placing it on his face. This making him even less recognizable. "Une dernière chose," and next he picked up a golden tiara with a purple jewel, and placed it on his head. "Bonne?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:35 pm
(@Asch)
She couldn't help the slight smile of amusement that responded to the transformation. If the woman recognized him now, clearly she was detecting him though means other than plain sight. "Bonne," she agreed. She glanced in the direction of the door leading into the party hall, searching for any indication that the stranger who was responsible for this fiasco was nearby. The coast seemed clear, and so she gestured to Asch, "Prêt?" She couldn't imagine he could improve his disguise any further in terms of appearance without wearing a latex mask. The only thing that could conceivably betray his identity now was if he gave it away through demeanor.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:45 pm
Isadora [Faleen, Claire, Izaya] -
Isadora nodded enthusiastically at both Claire's and Faleen's suggestions that they move to another room. She glanced over to the superhero who seemed to be begging for help from Faleen for something. The doctor frowned slightly. She had never seen this person around before - was he a Rocket? - and as far as first impressions went, he didn't seem like the type of person Isadora would want to socialize with. He might be someone who would be a patient of hers, true, but patients and social acquaintances were two very different things.
"Ah, yes. Good idea," she agreed while she hastily followed after Faleen and Claire. She couldn't help feeling a little out of place with the two Agents, but she tried to keep an open mind. This was a party. She had to at least try to relax. And she was indeed having a bit of fun. If nothing else, the goings-on around them were fairly interesting to watch. As she stepped out onto the floor though, Isadora realized just how parched she was. She looked over to Faleen and Claire. "Um... Do you two know where any drinks are? Some punch or anything of that sort?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 8:58 pm
Asch tried to ignore Aila's amusement, for he himself was far from amused at this whole ordeal. He gave her a nod and stood, glancing back towards the main hall and not seeing any trace of Natalia either. Heaving a sigh, the boy once again hiked up his skirt, which was longer than the previous one, and made his way back towards the party.
Once stepping past the attendants, he paused to look around, trying to pinpoint where Natalia or that idiot was. He would be sure to steer clear of both of them.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:07 pm
(Guy, Sera, Izumi, Shizou others around DX)
Rosie was familiar with props, she had used a variety of them doing performances, not to mention having spent time with Luke and Guy, both who are swordsmen, to know what a real sword looks like.
Plus, Guy looked like he was genuinely surprised and threatened.
He did reassure her that he was alight though, and he didn't look like he was hurt. this relived her.
"I'm glad. Who was she?"
Though, they probably didn't know her, just a party goer... was she allowed to have a sword?
She let out a small relived sigh, and smiled. blinking as she caught sight of someone that was really hard to miss, even if a croud of people.
pink sleeved arms shot into the air
"DITH!" She called, hopping up and down, making the feather on her hat bounce. "Over here~ over here~"
Trying to get his attention so he could find them, for as little as she was, the fact that she was dressed brightly, and moved a lot certainly helped her out.
Her bouncing stopped when she heard her name though, and beamed brightly when she noticed that Izumi was introducing them to her friend!
The man, Jerome, someone they knew a lot about... though clearly not as much as they thought,
He was certainly a unique individual.
"Oh woow~ how did you get your eyes like that?" She assumed contacts, she didn't know this part provided them. "that is a great costume Jerome~"
This didn't stop her from being polite to him.
"Bless you Shizou." Rosie said to the tall man, with a light giggle. "If someone is talking about you,I'm sure its something nice~"
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Jerome nodded slightly when he was introduced, but didn't say much of anything, just stood by Izumi, hand still on her shoulder.
He did eye each of the people in turn. they all looked like good kids, save for Shizou, already knew that dude.
He gave the blond a nod of greeting, "yeah it has, how was that trainin' you all went on?"
He glanced at Sera, the one who screamed for a moment, then to the girl in a ridiculous amount of pink. "stuck a needle in, and injected a bunch of ink into em."
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(Isadora, Claire)
"Uh." Faleen started, as the girls made their way thought the main hall. "You might want to avoid the punch this evening..."
There was a pause when Izaya suddenly peeked out of no where and spoke to Claire about finding a mask.
"Where did yours go?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 9:16 pm
(Isadora, Faleen, Hayes, Aulus, Tambrey)
At the mention of punch or other drinks, Claire couldn't help but wrinkle her nose slightly in distaste - and apparently Faleen shared the sentiment. "I never touch punch at parties, you don't know who's done what to it. There might be cans of soda though," she suggested, expression brightening as she stood on her toes to see a few inches higher, trying to spot a table that wasn't a complete and total mess. "That one looks like it's still in one piece," the agent suggested as she pointed at it. "And..." Blue eyes squinted momentarily as she spotted two familiar heads of blond and spiky brown hair, as well as a.. pink Golbat. Huh. Didn't know whose it was.. "Hm. Let's see what's over there. Maybe we'll find some people we know," she added with a thoughtful half-shrug. They looked familiar, but from so far away and at such an angle (and between so many people) it really was hard to tell. Unlike when she left the dressing rooms, she waited for Isadora and Faleen before heading towards the table. To be quite honest, she was more interested in finding a few certain people - if they were even there - than food or drinks.
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(Rosie, Guy, Izumi, Jerome, anyone else I forgot)
Sera was doing a moderately good job of behaving herself until she noticed, at Rosie's prompting, Jerome's black eyes. She couldn't help the look of disgust but managed to turn her head in the complete other direction to at least attempt to hide it. Perhaps the journey to Hoenn had altered her manners at least marginally. Maybe. Hopefully.
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BlackFireKitsune Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 11:47 pm
(Trainer group)
"Isn't it cool?" Izumi said enthusiastically. She'd wanted to get her eyes tattooed too, but Jerome seemed against it, and no tattoo place she knew of would actually do it. She'd asked.
Izumi grinned when she noticed Rosie had started trying to get Dith's attention. Jerome needed to meet Dith. He was so nice, she was sure they'd get along, just like how she was sure everyone would love him. She hadn't noticed that the group seemed surprised by him, at very least, and horrified in the case of Sera. How couldn't they like Jerome? He was her best friend, and the nicest guy she knew--Which she certainly had told them on their trip.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:48 am
(Trainers and Jerome)
Ah-ha! He definitely knew that voice. Turning around Dith spotted the little gathering and raised a hand to greet Rosie in return. Unlike certain other individuals the over-sized Russian didn’t do any pushing on his way over to his friends; a few polite ‘excuse me’s were needed but as soon as he was noticed the crowds moved out of his way as though he was some kind of prophet parting the waters.
“Evening everyone,” he grinned as he arrived, “everyone looks wonderful! Sera are you a bird of some kind? Oh, yes, I’m late because I managed to break a tap and water was all everywhere until I managed to work out where the stop tap thingie for the whole flat was.... And who might this be?” Dith tried hard not to be somebody who judged on appearances but blacked out eyes were hardly something you saw every day. They were undeniably sinister, and surely must be for shock or intimidation. They could well be contacts for the party of course but along with the rest of his appearence Dith wouldn't be shocked if he'd actually got his eyeballs inked, he'd heard of the process but never actually seen it in person before. Humm. The wild-looking young man appeared to know Izumi.... Oh. Of course. Silly him.
“Ah, you must be Jerome,” Dith went on before he could be informed, holding out a hand towards the heavily inked man. “Very pleased to meet you, I have heard much about you.” The words and indeed the tones were perfectly friendly, but at the same time Dith gave Jerome a rather hard look, and when the wolf took the bear’s hand he would find the grip just slightly firmer than was comfortable. Whatever it was people said about mama bears, clearly papa bears were just as bad.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 3:53 am
[Woops, double post ^^"]
(Xander)
Frost wrinkled his nose slightly, raising his head slightly to look at Xander because the blasted helmet cut off all peripheral vision. “Are you serious?” he asked as if Xander had just suggested drinking out of the toilet. “Goodness knows what people have poured, dropped, or secreted into that. You go ahead if you fancy it, but if you do don’t go around thinking you’ve got a hope in heck of getting a kiss until you’ve used mouthwash. Yuck.” He hadn’t actually kissed Xander since the evening he’d come back from the contest, but it was now at least a possibility that vaguely floated around in his mind and presumably Xander’s too. Anyway, it had been a joke, because this was really far too public for displays of affection like that. He should probably explain as much to his companion.
“Too many eyes here anyway,” the small blond added, “I can’t say I’ll ever understand people who stick their tongues down each other’s throats at parties. No decorum whatsoever, but then apparently no decorum whatsoever is a given for gatherings like this. Half the women here look as though they should be standing on street corners selling themselves.... Well actually that’s quite incorrect of me; hiring themselves I should say.”
*****
(Hayes, Tam)
Oh, it was her. He’d completely forgotten her name, but oh well, maybe it would come up in conversation. “We’re palaeontologists,” Aulus said as if it was obvious. “Alan Grant and Indianna Jones, naturally Hayes wanted to be the guy with the whip. Shame we couldn’t find one, hu Indie?” Aulus grinned smugly, though not cruelly, at his partner and poured himself a cup of punch. Did he know what was in it? No. Did he care? Not really, so long as he tasted good which it did. Anyway, smalltalk, he remembered the dark-haired girl as being decent enough so there was no reason to snap at her or blow her off right away. "Useful Golbat," he commented, "will it polish the floor with its tongue when its done there or what?" Although his words were a bit teasing, the smile he reserved for the pokemon itself was genuine; he'd never want to own something so pink himself but that didn't mean it wasn't cute. Focused on the pokemon as he was, he totally failed to notice Claire's approach.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 1:17 pm
"Me?" the robot laughed. "Heck, no. I just thought you might have wanted to. As for this," he answered, gesturing awkwardly to his bulky costume, "it's not as bad as it looks. Makes me a little more clumsy than I already was, but it's not very hot or heavy. Just plastic." He tapped on a chest plate for emphasis.
"I'd offer to go get you something, especially after spilling your drink, but I don't think anyone would want me making a bigger mess of the snack table than I already made," he sighed, glancing over to the refreshments he'd disturbed. Well, save for one pink golbat, apparently. Shadow smiled lightly. At least the food hadn't gone to waste.
"...Tell you what," he said finally, reaching over to undo the straps of the plastic guns attached to his arms. "I take these off, and we can go 'not dance' together. If I keep the helmet and body suit on, at least, then I can just pretend I'm an android or something. It fits the theme of 'robot' better than some glorified mech suit does, anyway." By then he had also removed the lazer-shooter on his shoulder, the jetpack-like wings attached to his back, and the light rings attached to his ankles.
"Whew. Much better." He looked at Luxury and held out a hand. "You don't have a jealous boyfriend I should be looking out for, do you?" he joked.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 2:11 pm
The magnificent Human-Lover was at a loss.
While he had been conversing with his partner, the grunt had caught Claire's distinct voice speaking to the Rocket's very own therapist, Isadora, whom up until now Izaya had just heard and read about. Though she looked entirely different the inflections in her tone and way of speaking led him to confirm this guess, and he certainly didn't want Agent Claire knowing about his personal business - especially regarding Shizuo.
So, when he had turned to ask her for a replacement mask, he knew very well she wouldn't oblige him. It was predictable of her nature, especially with the opinion Izaya assumed she had of him. No, he had merely asked her the question in the hopes that she would get annoyed enough to leave him and Faleen alone to discuss more urgent matters.
What he hadn't anticipated was that Agent Faleen, too, would play into his act, or at least believe he hadn't been as serious as he had initially implied. Surely she didn't consider him that fickle? Before he knew it, the blond steam-punk woman was asking the other two ladies if they were interested in leaving the dressing room. Orihara stared. He thought at least Faleen would know the difference between when he really meant something and when he was lying. However, it seemed that they still didn't know almost anything about each other.
Not that Izaya could blame her. He didn't make it easy for others to trust him, just as he didn't easily trust other people. Not only that, but Faleen wasn't like most people; she hardly liked to spend time around humans at all. Besides, this was just a party, not a mission. She was probably here to have fun like the rest of their colleagues. She was off-duty, which meant technically she had no obligation to act as a Rocket, much less his partner.
Good for her. She spent too much time with her robots as it was. Still, that left the matter of what to do about the very real threat that still lingered. The grunt's mouth set in a firm line. If Faleen couldn't help him, then it was back to working on his own. He could handle it. He'd always been able to handle Shizuo before. Why should now be any different? "Oh, I must have lost it somewhere," he murmured in response to the agent's question. He didn't feel like telling her he'd given it away. She might have taken that the wrong way and thought he'd been doing something nice for once.
As the superhero watched the girls go, he pushed the vague sense of abandonment to the back of his mind and dove for the wings that the red-head and Aila had previously been sorting through. Mabe he could take a leaf out of that princess' book and borrow a wig. Who knew? Maybe with his skinny body, he could even pass for a girl. A very flat-chested one with no curves.
An advantage to this would be that if Shizuo attack him, (and Izaya thought that this was very likely, as the monster had no qualms about going rogue in public) at least maybe he would be able to get more of the general public to come to his aid rather than just Rockets, which might expose them all as a group. As it happened, people tended to worry over the safety of young, small women being attacked by men more so than men being attacked by other men. All he had to do was exclaim that the ex-bartender had stolen his pokemon, or, in a worse case scenario, scream 'rape'. Shizuo would never see it coming.
With luck, though, maybe the neanderthal wouldn't even spot him in the crowd. Maybe he wouldn't even get angry tonight. It was a long shot, but with a black wig that didn't look so bad and a new mask that covered his tell-tale crimson eyes, Izaya felt more confident about his disguise. Why would Shizuo expect him to be here of all places, anyway? Then again, Izaya certainly hadn't expected Shizuo. He still had yet to find out just what had brought him here.
Fixing the new wig and the replacement mask in the mirror, the gender-bent Human-Lover was also ready to take her leave. 'She' set off out the door, but not after the group of Rocket women. Instead, he cautiously picked his way through the crowds of costumed people, headed back toward the place where he'd first spotted some familiar trainers, including Izumi and Shizuo. Time to tread carefully.
Peering around a corner, the Rocket grunt realized that to a normal passerby, he must have looked like some shy girl or creepy stalker watching the trainer group from afar like he was. He wasn't too concerned by this, though. Lots of teenage girls watched their crushes from afar. Besides, he was used to keeping an eye on Shizuo this way, especially when he knew a fight was about to go down. He doubted anyone would actually confront him about his suspicious behavior. Most of the people close enough to notice were too involved with their own conversation.
This generally consisted of Jerome meeting everyone, Izaya noted. Not long after, though, the great Russian man from the pokemon contest in Sandalwood appeared, donned from head to toe in brown and wearing a bear cap to top it all off. Wonderful; more people he had to watch out for. Would Dith recognize him though? Maybe not. And even if Jerome did, he didn't think the gangster would be so unforgiving or stupid as to rat him out instantly. Worries aside, Izaya focused his sights on the dyed-blonde zombie instead.
How, despite his monstrous nature, did Shizuo always find himself surrounded by friends? It wasn't fair. He was just as dangerous as Izaya was, if not worse. Couldn't they see that? That meant he was supposed to be just as lonely. What was so special about him? The superhero pouted. Jerome, too...Jerome had no business being there. He was a Rocket. This was all wrong.
As if for the sole purpose of making things worse, two bursts of light erupted from Izaya's boots, where he'd hidden his pokeballs. The instant their feet touched the ground, the twin purrloin bounded across the room, weaving through shoes and making a beeline for Shizuo, eager to rub against his legs affectionately. They hadn't seen him in a long time.
Stupid pokemon! the grunt cursed in his head. Had their previous owners programmed them to get him killed? He wouldn't have put it past the girls. Deciding that the purrloin had better stay with Shizuo if they wanted a place to sleep tonight, Izaya quickly sat himself in a nearby table to sulk and keep an eye on the trainer group. He'd hoped no one would trace the feline dark-types back to him.
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