Sorry, got caught up with World Cup...writing a post now! XD
Yup, Wyatt and Alexander have a personal carriage parked right in front of the establishment, complete with heavy curtains inside. They're vampires after all. XD That should conceal Colt pretty well. As long as Cordelia wears pants and changes her hairstyle, she wouldn't be too recognizable, plus she has a little experience driving a carriage...she did it occasionally with her dad (if he wasn't taking Lear) back when they were under that...British overlord...the guy figured that alternating between a British coachman (for very formal events) and an Irish serf (who's neither crass nor illiterate), making him shave and dressing him up (for more everyday shit) was cheaper than using the proper British coachman full-time. XD
Both Wyatt and Alexander's human forms have a skin tone similar to Cordelia's, but lack the pinkish tone. They are thin, and have angular faces with dark circles under their eyes. XD
Of course Sophia better be taken out! XD I wanted to name her Sophia because I just hate that name in novels and needed to shade it. Any novel that has a protagonist named Sophia...I don't exactly read. I don't know why....maybe it's very overused? XD
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Not that Cordelia would mind...she isn't a neat freak and grew up on a farm...wouldn't be a huge deal for her. XD Colt must steal some supplies from the establishment and ask Cordelia to help him, without saying anything. He can take things from the kitchen, precious stuff that could be bartered or sold, and even other things that could help them!
Of course they aren't conventional types. They're tall and slender, so your concept can work. May have magic though, to make their eyes more natural-looking. Purple eyes for both is a nice middle ground...it's quite different. Plus, they will smell faintly of blood as well. XD Yup, they do take their blood and roast the dead flesh for themselves. XD Sophia...found out their secret accidentally a few years prior, and is now in cahoots with them and gets privileges as long as she doesn't breath a word about it. They promised to turn her in the near future, so...of course it sounds pretty appealing to her!
Not that Cordelia would mind...she isn't a neat freak and grew up on a farm...wouldn't be a huge deal for her. XD Colt must steal some supplies from the establishment and ask Cordelia to help him, without saying anything. He can take things from the kitchen, precious stuff that could be bartered or sold, and even other things that could help them!
Of course they aren't conventional types. They're tall and slender, so your concept can work. May have magic though, to make their eyes more natural-looking. Purple eyes for both is a nice middle ground...it's quite different. Plus, they will smell faintly of blood as well. XD Yup, they do take their blood and roast the dead flesh for themselves. XD Sophia...found out their secret accidentally a few years prior, and is now in cahoots with them and gets privileges as long as she doesn't breath a word about it. They promised to turn her in the near future, so...of course it sounds pretty appealing to her!
Cordelia "Susanna Blue" Murphy
Fairbank
Cordelia met the man's gaze as he looked up at her. His eyes were green, so intensely green that they seemed almost unnatural. He had a bandana tied around his neck, and a light stubble. She noted the tone of his voice, and wondered to herself what exactly brought him here to this establishment that was almost literally in the middle of nowhere. She watched him pick one of the cards, taking a slight breath. She knew which card the man had picked, she knew all of her cards after all. Two years of doing this made her know that much.
“First I’d like to know what your bosses think about you playing cards with their paying customers…not entirely sure they’d approve, Miss Susanna, now, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate a good game of cards…” The man asked, his voice deep and rough, with a slight hollowness to it that Cordelia noted. She shook her head and let out a snort, not minding that doing so wasn't exactly going to attract him. Questions like that made the real, optimistic Cordelia come out. It seemed that he didn't know anything about the exact nature of her work. She took the card from his hand smoothly, as she looked at it, before looking up at him, her sea-colored eyes more serious, but still with their characteristic fire in them..
"Listen, lad, my job's more than you think. This place? 'Tis deserted and lacking, and there's no soothsayers for miles...well, there's almost nothin' for miles, Desperado! Basically, I'm multipurpose...serve drinks sometimes, dance on other days, and of course, the usual damn things... The lass a while ago? Sophia, my bosses' bitch, basically. Gets special treatment, that one." She explained, her natural Irish brogue lacing her words, before placing the Tarot card face-up on the table and sliding it towards him. The Hermit. She wasn't finished yet, however, as she took the two cards adjacent to the card that he chose, and placed them facedown on the counter. He had asked her about whether something would ever end. She didn't understand his statement that well, though she guessed from his dusty jacket, worn boots and the fact that he stopped at Fairbank of all places that he was a vagabond, a wanderer. She flipped the two facedown cards upwards and slid them towards him. One of them was Death, while the other was the Queen of Cups, otherwise known as the Queen of Hearts, both of them upright.
“Don’t seem like you like what you do very much…” The man scoffed. Cordelia gave him a knowing look, betraying her feelings with her eyes. Before she could read his fortune, however, a round-bellied man, red and clumsy from the liquor he drank, stumbled towards her and slurring as he wrapped a thick arm around her. Cordelia wriggled out of his grasp, but he held tight, using his free hand to reach into her ample cleavage. The redhead, forgetting that she was working there, balled up her hand into a fist and punched him on the face. She was used to dealing with people and situations like this, but it did not mean that she was just going to allow those things to happen. She heard a shout of pain, and saw a knife sticking out of one of his hands, blood pouring out and spilling onto the counter. The mysterious man then poured his drink into the assaulter's wound, making the latter shout even louder and let go of Cordelia. The stranger's emerald eyes were hard as he ordered another drink, but Cordelia knew that it was him who saved her from having to deal with a bigger problem that she never wanted to be a part of in the first place. The stranger held up a gun and pulled the trigger, only hearing a click and no shot. There was to be no bar fight that night, apparently.
“Guess it’s your lucky day…” He said, before pulling out the knife and ordering the intoxicated man to get out. Cordelia, for a moment, didn't know what to say. Did he really just do that for a lowly girl like her? Someone who would otherwise be looked down upon and only seen as a means of gratification in the first place? There were many things Cordelia did not know about people, especially since the truly loving ones in her life were a few, and if anything, life was hard and cruel. Maybe he did it for different reasons, and that was most probably the case. The romantic inside her though made her think of the tiny chance that perhaps, she was wrong. Shaking off her thoughts, she proceeded to wipe the blood off the counter and get on with reading the cards.
"You're a strong and tough fella, y'know? Makes me wish I could be like you. Trust me, at least you aren't in my position...I was an eejit to have gotten myself caught in a stupid trap. Anyway, I'm no professional soothsayer, so don't you be gettin' me hanged for a mistake. The Hermit...a bit of a wanderer, aren't you? On some sort of journey, I must say. If I'm guessing right in thinking that this 'end' you speak of is this wandering...then take a look at this," She mused, pushing the Death card forward. "Death...not a bad omen, mind you. Especially if it's upright like what you see here. Death could be about change, ends and beginnings too. Your trials and your journey? Of course all things come to an end, and not necessarily through literal death. 'Tis upright, there will be a light at the end of that tunnel, but there will always be struggles. Heh...I always tried to believe in that light even though I never, ever saw it," She continued, assuring him as she touched his hand lightly. "And here, the Queen of Cups...well, the Queen of Hearts for most of you fellas. Ya lonely or something? Maybe you'll find...someone soon, maybe along the way? She's probably the most romantic Queen, that one. At least you didn't pick out Pentacles, er...Diamonds. Just between you and me, it's Sophia's personal card. God, I hate that damn woman!" Cordelia started teasing, tossing a snide remark not-so-subtlely. Yes, she wanted the bitch to hear her.
"Trust me, at least you still could control your path no matter what the cards say. I would give anything to somehow run away and have that sort of freedom. I was caught once, and since then, Starr and Martin have been keeping a close eye on me. Hell, I aren't even free to use my own first name here. Susanna? 'Tis my middle name, the real thing's Cordelia. Cordelia Susanna Murphy. Call me either name...just don't stick 'Susanna' with 'Blue', mind you." She dropped her voice, this time making sure that nobody heard her. Maybe this was her last chance in a long while, if indeed that very slim chance did exist.
Fairbank
Cordelia met the man's gaze as he looked up at her. His eyes were green, so intensely green that they seemed almost unnatural. He had a bandana tied around his neck, and a light stubble. She noted the tone of his voice, and wondered to herself what exactly brought him here to this establishment that was almost literally in the middle of nowhere. She watched him pick one of the cards, taking a slight breath. She knew which card the man had picked, she knew all of her cards after all. Two years of doing this made her know that much.
“First I’d like to know what your bosses think about you playing cards with their paying customers…not entirely sure they’d approve, Miss Susanna, now, I’m not saying I don’t appreciate a good game of cards…” The man asked, his voice deep and rough, with a slight hollowness to it that Cordelia noted. She shook her head and let out a snort, not minding that doing so wasn't exactly going to attract him. Questions like that made the real, optimistic Cordelia come out. It seemed that he didn't know anything about the exact nature of her work. She took the card from his hand smoothly, as she looked at it, before looking up at him, her sea-colored eyes more serious, but still with their characteristic fire in them..
"Listen, lad, my job's more than you think. This place? 'Tis deserted and lacking, and there's no soothsayers for miles...well, there's almost nothin' for miles, Desperado! Basically, I'm multipurpose...serve drinks sometimes, dance on other days, and of course, the usual damn things... The lass a while ago? Sophia, my bosses' bitch, basically. Gets special treatment, that one." She explained, her natural Irish brogue lacing her words, before placing the Tarot card face-up on the table and sliding it towards him. The Hermit. She wasn't finished yet, however, as she took the two cards adjacent to the card that he chose, and placed them facedown on the counter. He had asked her about whether something would ever end. She didn't understand his statement that well, though she guessed from his dusty jacket, worn boots and the fact that he stopped at Fairbank of all places that he was a vagabond, a wanderer. She flipped the two facedown cards upwards and slid them towards him. One of them was Death, while the other was the Queen of Cups, otherwise known as the Queen of Hearts, both of them upright.
“Don’t seem like you like what you do very much…” The man scoffed. Cordelia gave him a knowing look, betraying her feelings with her eyes. Before she could read his fortune, however, a round-bellied man, red and clumsy from the liquor he drank, stumbled towards her and slurring as he wrapped a thick arm around her. Cordelia wriggled out of his grasp, but he held tight, using his free hand to reach into her ample cleavage. The redhead, forgetting that she was working there, balled up her hand into a fist and punched him on the face. She was used to dealing with people and situations like this, but it did not mean that she was just going to allow those things to happen. She heard a shout of pain, and saw a knife sticking out of one of his hands, blood pouring out and spilling onto the counter. The mysterious man then poured his drink into the assaulter's wound, making the latter shout even louder and let go of Cordelia. The stranger's emerald eyes were hard as he ordered another drink, but Cordelia knew that it was him who saved her from having to deal with a bigger problem that she never wanted to be a part of in the first place. The stranger held up a gun and pulled the trigger, only hearing a click and no shot. There was to be no bar fight that night, apparently.
“Guess it’s your lucky day…” He said, before pulling out the knife and ordering the intoxicated man to get out. Cordelia, for a moment, didn't know what to say. Did he really just do that for a lowly girl like her? Someone who would otherwise be looked down upon and only seen as a means of gratification in the first place? There were many things Cordelia did not know about people, especially since the truly loving ones in her life were a few, and if anything, life was hard and cruel. Maybe he did it for different reasons, and that was most probably the case. The romantic inside her though made her think of the tiny chance that perhaps, she was wrong. Shaking off her thoughts, she proceeded to wipe the blood off the counter and get on with reading the cards.
"You're a strong and tough fella, y'know? Makes me wish I could be like you. Trust me, at least you aren't in my position...I was an eejit to have gotten myself caught in a stupid trap. Anyway, I'm no professional soothsayer, so don't you be gettin' me hanged for a mistake. The Hermit...a bit of a wanderer, aren't you? On some sort of journey, I must say. If I'm guessing right in thinking that this 'end' you speak of is this wandering...then take a look at this," She mused, pushing the Death card forward. "Death...not a bad omen, mind you. Especially if it's upright like what you see here. Death could be about change, ends and beginnings too. Your trials and your journey? Of course all things come to an end, and not necessarily through literal death. 'Tis upright, there will be a light at the end of that tunnel, but there will always be struggles. Heh...I always tried to believe in that light even though I never, ever saw it," She continued, assuring him as she touched his hand lightly. "And here, the Queen of Cups...well, the Queen of Hearts for most of you fellas. Ya lonely or something? Maybe you'll find...someone soon, maybe along the way? She's probably the most romantic Queen, that one. At least you didn't pick out Pentacles, er...Diamonds. Just between you and me, it's Sophia's personal card. God, I hate that damn woman!" Cordelia started teasing, tossing a snide remark not-so-subtlely. Yes, she wanted the bitch to hear her.
"Trust me, at least you still could control your path no matter what the cards say. I would give anything to somehow run away and have that sort of freedom. I was caught once, and since then, Starr and Martin have been keeping a close eye on me. Hell, I aren't even free to use my own first name here. Susanna? 'Tis my middle name, the real thing's Cordelia. Cordelia Susanna Murphy. Call me either name...just don't stick 'Susanna' with 'Blue', mind you." She dropped her voice, this time making sure that nobody heard her. Maybe this was her last chance in a long while, if indeed that very slim chance did exist.
Of course I'm onboard! XD Give me some time to decide who I'll pick, hehe. XD
Yup! Either his own knife or the one Cordelia will steal from the kitchen. XD They have to move around for a few days to reach the first settlement, closer to the Plains. I assume they're somewhere in Texas or Arizona, judging by the description. They definitely will get quite a number of tattoos, considering the threats. At some point, Lear Murphy would be the one to ink them! XD
Both of them are definitely vampires. Ever wonder why there are so few girls? XD They're food. XD
Both of them are definitely vampires. Ever wonder why there are so few girls? XD They're food. XD
There will still be plenty left...enough for ponytails and braids. She'll need to pass off as both man and woman in case the situation calls for it, while still being practical. Her actual hair length is...around knee-length...not unusual for the time period and her profession, and very impractical. Cutting it to at longest, a little above the hips, or even a length between shoulder-length and waist-length works. There definitely were some men with long ponytails (think Irvine from FFVIII), so she wouldn't mind...she'd actually be glad that she wouldn't have to curl and pile up her hair anymore....and she can now let it down and allow the wind to blow through it. XD
Cordelia "Susanna Blue" Murphy
Fairbank
A dab of rouge, two sweeps of mascara and the young redhead was done with her makeup. The woman was undoubtedly stunning, with her sea-blue eyes and long ruby-colored hair, piled on top of her head in an elaborate, curled updo decorated with flowers; red roses this time, but her face was hardly a happy one, instead wearing a mask of boredom and disdain. Cordelia Susanna Murphy did not like her job, and nobody was ever going to make her think otherwise. Even though she essentially was prepared, she somehow just wished that she could catch a break tonight. There were three other girls, and all of them were more willing than she was, after all. Unfortunately, though she was Irish, she apparently did not have the luck of one...even up to now.
"Susanna Blue! We got a customer! I'm giving ya five minutes to finish up and get down there!" A sharp voice ordered from behind her. Cordelia turned around, knowing full well that it was the voice of her owners' most senior girl, Sophia. An Italian woman five years Cordelia's senior, with piercing dark eyes and glossy black hair, Sophia de Luca was basically her owners' unofficial third partner in the saloon business, entitled to use her own name rather than a made-up one, being allowed to boss everyone else around and have the choice to reject an offer from a customer, even though she probably was the one that most men wanted to bed.
"Me again?! I just slept with an asshole the other day! You haven't even asked Madellaine for days!" Cordelia shot back, prickling slightly at the sound of the name she was given when she started working at the establishment. Wyatt Starr and Alexander Martin, her employers and owners, declared that "Cordelia" was too cold and unappealing, and dubbed her Susanna Blue from then on. It was true, the redhead observed, that Madellaine was Sophia's personal favorite and it was always her who had to take up the job, even though Sophia knew that she wasn't exactly as passionate about it as the others were. Not that the older woman would listen, however.
"Shut up, girl! We cannot afford to lose another paying customer, so ya better get your lazy ass down there or else you'll answer to Alexander." Sophia threatened, her dark eyes dangerous as she closed the door. Cordelia glared as she gave the Italian woman the middle finger, murmuring "As if Alexander would kill me!". There was nothing she could do, but she could at least revel in the fact that she flipped Sophia off. Small things were better than doing nothing after all. She got up and shook the silk skirts of her elaborate black and blue dress, a garment created from a variety of cast-off gowns. Fairbank was in the middle of nowhere, and money had to be saved. The dress however, was well-made and could pass off as something that someone better-off could be wearing, if not for the shortened, raised front of the skirt. She tugged on her long, black silk gloves over her lean, strong arms and scarred hands and put on a pair of earrings before stepping into the uncomfortable high-heeled slippers she so loathed. Taking the tarot deck on her bed, she made her way to the door and left her room, heading down the stairs to meet the so-called customer. Nobody knew how much she would pay to be free to travel, wear comfortable clothes and try crazy things!
Cordelia reached the bottom of the stairs, and surveyed the bar. Undoubtedly, the "paying customers" always had drinks in their hands. There were quite a few of them, making her give Sophia a hostile look.
"What now, bitch? You didn't even tell me who the hell you're throwing me on to!" She spat, pointing to nobody in particular. Sophia's lips tightened, as she tried to keep herself from losing her confident demeanor.
"Watch your mouth, Susanna Blue. Ya forgot who's boss 'round here? Do anything stupid and you'll regret it. He's the one in black...and you better do your job." She replied coolly, before heading upstairs, undoubtedly to share drinks with their bosses. Cordelia shook her head, before heading behind the bar counter to stand in front of a seated man wearing a black duster and a matching hat, a drink in his hand. Sighing, she allowed herself to sit on top of the counter, crossing her stockinged legs suggestively, before shuffling her Tarot deck and spreading the cards on the wooden counter.
"Name's Susanna Blue if you're asking. Now choose, Desperado. What is it you want to know about what's to come, anyway?" She said, an edge to the sultry voice she adopted for the situation.
Fairbank
A dab of rouge, two sweeps of mascara and the young redhead was done with her makeup. The woman was undoubtedly stunning, with her sea-blue eyes and long ruby-colored hair, piled on top of her head in an elaborate, curled updo decorated with flowers; red roses this time, but her face was hardly a happy one, instead wearing a mask of boredom and disdain. Cordelia Susanna Murphy did not like her job, and nobody was ever going to make her think otherwise. Even though she essentially was prepared, she somehow just wished that she could catch a break tonight. There were three other girls, and all of them were more willing than she was, after all. Unfortunately, though she was Irish, she apparently did not have the luck of one...even up to now.
"Susanna Blue! We got a customer! I'm giving ya five minutes to finish up and get down there!" A sharp voice ordered from behind her. Cordelia turned around, knowing full well that it was the voice of her owners' most senior girl, Sophia. An Italian woman five years Cordelia's senior, with piercing dark eyes and glossy black hair, Sophia de Luca was basically her owners' unofficial third partner in the saloon business, entitled to use her own name rather than a made-up one, being allowed to boss everyone else around and have the choice to reject an offer from a customer, even though she probably was the one that most men wanted to bed.
"Me again?! I just slept with an asshole the other day! You haven't even asked Madellaine for days!" Cordelia shot back, prickling slightly at the sound of the name she was given when she started working at the establishment. Wyatt Starr and Alexander Martin, her employers and owners, declared that "Cordelia" was too cold and unappealing, and dubbed her Susanna Blue from then on. It was true, the redhead observed, that Madellaine was Sophia's personal favorite and it was always her who had to take up the job, even though Sophia knew that she wasn't exactly as passionate about it as the others were. Not that the older woman would listen, however.
"Shut up, girl! We cannot afford to lose another paying customer, so ya better get your lazy ass down there or else you'll answer to Alexander." Sophia threatened, her dark eyes dangerous as she closed the door. Cordelia glared as she gave the Italian woman the middle finger, murmuring "As if Alexander would kill me!". There was nothing she could do, but she could at least revel in the fact that she flipped Sophia off. Small things were better than doing nothing after all. She got up and shook the silk skirts of her elaborate black and blue dress, a garment created from a variety of cast-off gowns. Fairbank was in the middle of nowhere, and money had to be saved. The dress however, was well-made and could pass off as something that someone better-off could be wearing, if not for the shortened, raised front of the skirt. She tugged on her long, black silk gloves over her lean, strong arms and scarred hands and put on a pair of earrings before stepping into the uncomfortable high-heeled slippers she so loathed. Taking the tarot deck on her bed, she made her way to the door and left her room, heading down the stairs to meet the so-called customer. Nobody knew how much she would pay to be free to travel, wear comfortable clothes and try crazy things!
Cordelia reached the bottom of the stairs, and surveyed the bar. Undoubtedly, the "paying customers" always had drinks in their hands. There were quite a few of them, making her give Sophia a hostile look.
"What now, bitch? You didn't even tell me who the hell you're throwing me on to!" She spat, pointing to nobody in particular. Sophia's lips tightened, as she tried to keep herself from losing her confident demeanor.
"Watch your mouth, Susanna Blue. Ya forgot who's boss 'round here? Do anything stupid and you'll regret it. He's the one in black...and you better do your job." She replied coolly, before heading upstairs, undoubtedly to share drinks with their bosses. Cordelia shook her head, before heading behind the bar counter to stand in front of a seated man wearing a black duster and a matching hat, a drink in his hand. Sighing, she allowed herself to sit on top of the counter, crossing her stockinged legs suggestively, before shuffling her Tarot deck and spreading the cards on the wooden counter.
"Name's Susanna Blue if you're asking. Now choose, Desperado. What is it you want to know about what's to come, anyway?" She said, an edge to the sultry voice she adopted for the situation.
Of course I'm still down for this, hehe! XD
Of course I am! Ready when you are! XD
"Well thought. Although, I will refrain from drinking these Soda Pops. Nutritious water is far closer to what I favor." Emil commented as he took his share of the drinks. Nerissa grinned a bit. Not a sarcastic one, but a real one. At least Emil saw the practicality of the drinks and did not try to argue with the potion myth. She knew that the Fresh Water was more effective than a piddly Potion, even though it was fifty Pokedollars cheaper...it even matched the capabilities of a Super Potion, despite it being less than half the price. Couple those with the fact that humans could drink it too. She saw the effects with her own eyes as Dorian healed his Pokemon, and her Houndour a few times, and Dorian was a Champion, not some run-of-the-mill idiot trainer.
"Thanks! Not a burper, are you?" She replied, trying to imagine Emil accidentally losing his poise in front of her. Maybe she could sneak some Soda Pop into one of his water bottles? It was worth a try to see the effects!
"Wonderful, you bought us beverages. Although, I'm not drinking those Soda Pops either... Ugh... Besides, I prefer Lemonade anyway."Stella on the other hand, sounded less-than-impressed, as if she did not really see them as Potions, though she did claim some of the bottles for herself. What do they got against Soda Pop? It's refreshing! Nerissa thought, glancing at the bottles holding the fizzy blue drink, before stuffing the rest of the drinks into her bag.
"They're potions too, man. One Fresh Water is just as good as one Super Potion, and the others even better! Tried and tested by a real Champion!" She replied proudly and not-so-subtlely. She was always one to speak her mind, even though it got her in trouble. "'Sides, Soda Pop's my favourite! Hehe...maybe your Pokemon might share my tastes as well?" She joked, referring to Overture and Evangeline as she winked.
Emil started trying to fix his mussed hair for a bit, which amused Nerissa. A guy conscious about his hair? That was rare. Nerissa didn't care much for elaborate, neat hairdos, she preferred wearing a simple ponytail or just letting her strawberry-blonde hair loose. And then, there was that bandana, which he was adjusting. Somehow, despite being rather unusual, the sight still entertained Nerissa. How much worse was this when they actually crossed longer routes without Pokemon Centers and Marts? She guessed that it was up to her to toughen him up a bit.
"Well then, are we done here? We do have a journey to set out for, after all." He said as he finished up, heading towards the escalator. Nerissa fastened the diagonal strap of her backpack across her torso as she followed him. However, she noticed that two guards blocked the way. Emil was told that the escalator was malfuctioning and had to be closed. Nerissa did not believe their words. They had used them just a while ago, and things like that did not just happen at the snap of a finger. As Emil walked back in the direction of the girls, suggesting that they use the elevator after mumbling under his breath. Stella walked over to the elevator doors and pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to come up.
Nerissa on the other hand, was not entirely convinced. She continued walking towards the escalator, and stood in front of the guards' turned backs. Her five feet, ten inches nearly matched their height and allowed her to try and look over their shoulders. She was stopped however, by one of the guards, who turned around before she could see anything.
"The escalators are closed, do you hear? Trespassers will be arrested." He warned, pushing the seventeen-year-old roughly. Nerissa wasn't going to allow him the last word however, and shoved him back, before leaving and joining Emil and Stella.
"Guy's an ass. I was so close to checking the escalator out. Once we get downstairs, I guess we better take a look for ourselves." She grumbled as the metal doors opened and she allowed them to pass, before going in herself. She pressed the ground floor button and leaned against the elevator wall as it traveled down.
"Thanks! Not a burper, are you?" She replied, trying to imagine Emil accidentally losing his poise in front of her. Maybe she could sneak some Soda Pop into one of his water bottles? It was worth a try to see the effects!
"Wonderful, you bought us beverages. Although, I'm not drinking those Soda Pops either... Ugh... Besides, I prefer Lemonade anyway."Stella on the other hand, sounded less-than-impressed, as if she did not really see them as Potions, though she did claim some of the bottles for herself. What do they got against Soda Pop? It's refreshing! Nerissa thought, glancing at the bottles holding the fizzy blue drink, before stuffing the rest of the drinks into her bag.
"They're potions too, man. One Fresh Water is just as good as one Super Potion, and the others even better! Tried and tested by a real Champion!" She replied proudly and not-so-subtlely. She was always one to speak her mind, even though it got her in trouble. "'Sides, Soda Pop's my favourite! Hehe...maybe your Pokemon might share my tastes as well?" She joked, referring to Overture and Evangeline as she winked.
Emil started trying to fix his mussed hair for a bit, which amused Nerissa. A guy conscious about his hair? That was rare. Nerissa didn't care much for elaborate, neat hairdos, she preferred wearing a simple ponytail or just letting her strawberry-blonde hair loose. And then, there was that bandana, which he was adjusting. Somehow, despite being rather unusual, the sight still entertained Nerissa. How much worse was this when they actually crossed longer routes without Pokemon Centers and Marts? She guessed that it was up to her to toughen him up a bit.
"Well then, are we done here? We do have a journey to set out for, after all." He said as he finished up, heading towards the escalator. Nerissa fastened the diagonal strap of her backpack across her torso as she followed him. However, she noticed that two guards blocked the way. Emil was told that the escalator was malfuctioning and had to be closed. Nerissa did not believe their words. They had used them just a while ago, and things like that did not just happen at the snap of a finger. As Emil walked back in the direction of the girls, suggesting that they use the elevator after mumbling under his breath. Stella walked over to the elevator doors and pressed the button, waiting for the elevator to come up.
Nerissa on the other hand, was not entirely convinced. She continued walking towards the escalator, and stood in front of the guards' turned backs. Her five feet, ten inches nearly matched their height and allowed her to try and look over their shoulders. She was stopped however, by one of the guards, who turned around before she could see anything.
"The escalators are closed, do you hear? Trespassers will be arrested." He warned, pushing the seventeen-year-old roughly. Nerissa wasn't going to allow him the last word however, and shoved him back, before leaving and joining Emil and Stella.
"Guy's an ass. I was so close to checking the escalator out. Once we get downstairs, I guess we better take a look for ourselves." She grumbled as the metal doors opened and she allowed them to pass, before going in herself. She pressed the ground floor button and leaned against the elevator wall as it traveled down.
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