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Unnur hadn't been expecting the stones she'd randomly dug out in the Badlands to be of any value, not even in the black market, and so it was quite a pleasant surprise to find some interested buyer after having posted an ad for one of them online. These online marketplaces Erin had told her about and helped her with were such a wonderful creation; Unnur could hardly believe it.
The young blue-haired girl smiled softly as she walked along some pretty blue-roofed buildings by Kalos's most beautiful beaches. Blue eyes watched the sea longingly. She was sure her Pokémon would have loved to take a dip in the sea, as well. "Maybe later," she whispered. Right now, there were more important matters that needed her attention. Unnur's treasure hunting ventures had eventually brought her to Cyllage City, where she learnt her buyer just so happened to also be temporarily residing in, after exchanging a couple of horribly punctuated messages. Naturally, the two would want to take advantage of the opportunity, and decided for the transaction take place in the same city's Pokémon Center, establishment which Unnur could already spot on the other end of the street.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Oct 20, 2014 18:54:27 GMT -5
The music of the Pokemon Center was, for once, quite grating to Ramona Albarn as she sat at window-side booth with her head resting on her hand, impatiently tapping her nail on the tabletop. Crimson eyes drifted towards the outside, where sunlight bathed her current temporary residence in a soft heat that seemed to warm her very being. Despite her annoyance, the Hoennian couldn’t help but smile to herself.
It was truly one of those very rare occasions where Ramona was glad she had joined that website –Poketraders.com- that her friends had been bugging her to make an account on. Not only did she now have an opportunity to meet someone new, but said person was also going to trade her a shiny rock that she couldn’t help but feel was somehow related to the shiny marble Groove had found last time they were in the Badlands.
Her adventure sense and the intuition she had gained from reading many, many shonen manga told her that the two of them had to be related somehow. The only question was: how? Thoughts like that had been going through the trainer’s head ever since she saw the stone, so she easily shook them off, instead choosing to think about the person behind the trade: thankfully the owner of the stone had agreed to meet her in Cyllage, where she had been resting for the last few days.
Now she had to wait for this person to arrive at the Pokemon Center, where the two of them had decided to meet.
WORDS 257 TAGS here NOTES Sorry for the wait and disjointedness
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Being late was a reprehensible habit, according to Unnur's mama, and, if there was anyone the young Unnur listened to, it was her late mother. Sometimes. One couldn't exactly listen to the deceased, after all, could they? Not anymore. The child of the ice-coloured locks gave her nonexistent watch a quick, very serious and businesslike glance as she stepped into the local Pokémon Center, knowing full well that she was running a minute or two late, but with no empirical proof to back her suspicions.
At least the place wasn't as full as it had been in the morning.
Unnur made her way through the reception desk, past a few chairs and tables and public PCs to the smiling nurse's left, and into the resting area full of comfy sofas. Pale blue irises darted back and forth in uncertain expectation, as she had never gotten around to asking what her customer looked like, how they'd be dressed today, or even their name. Everything the young girl had was a username, and the blind hope that she would meet them somehow.
She should've thought about this meeting better. To be fair, it was the young trainer's first time doing something like this, so of course she wouldn't have thought about technicalities such as this, but she really should have at least thought of asking her currently faceless customer for a secret code greeting or something, to ensure they knew who they were.
Well, there was no use crying over spilled milk. Unnur would just have to make do with what she'd got. Her eyes quickly scanned the place, searching for any clues that could give her customer away, and stopped at a girl with hair of a darker shade of blue and... and an overgrown chest. She looked at the stranger with inspecting eyes. She couldn't be more than five, maybe six, years older than Unnur, and she looked like she was waiting for someone. This bluenette had way better chances of being the person she was looking for than the old granny sleeping on her seat on the opposite side of the room, definitely.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Nov 3, 2014 6:16:58 GMT -5
Ramona sucked her teeth impatiently, idly wondering what had possessed her to get there so early; in hindsight, getting there half an hour early was not among her best ideas, but it made certain that she wouldn’t be tardy and miss this chance for a new shiny thing. It wasn’t long before the sound of the automatic doors sliding open caught her attention, and she glanced over towards the direction of the entrance. In walked a young lady a few years her junior with aquamarine hair and the complexion of a porcelain doll.
In hindsight, she probably should have asked for a picture or some way to identify the person she was trading with. It’d take a lot of the uncertainty out of the whole process. Oh well, Ramona thought with a mental shrug, what was life without a little uncertainty?
Crimson orbs followed the young lady as she walked deeper into the Pokemon Center and closer to her. Before the girl look in her direction, Ramona quickly diverted her eyes, looking back out the window. Even as she was distracting herself with the goings-on outside, the martial artist’s keen ears could pick up the approaching footsteps.
“Are you Wildfire562? From the trading site?”
A smile broke out across the bluenette’s face; it looks like this was her trader. Turning to face the young lady, Ramona held out a hand. “That’s me. Please, call me Ramona. I guess that means you’re MermaidMelody23? Nice to meetcha!”
WORDS 245 TAGSUnnur Liefsdóttir NOTES Sorry it took so long; college sucks
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There was a short, dramatic delay between the older girl's question, her enthusiastic greeting, and Unnur's own answer. "Yes. I suppose that's me," she ended up saying, unable to escape some level of uncertainty from showing. Unnur honestly had never paid the username Erin had chosen for her much attention until now, choosing instead to focus on the actual dealings taking place, so the online handle felt more like a strange visage than a second name for her. Or, at least, she focused on as much of them as she could understand, for the young girl was not what we could call internet privvy.
With some luck, the other end of her transaction wouldn't start suspecting her of anything until after the trade was done.
Unnur stared, puzzled, at the extended hand for a few seconds before extending one of hers. She was offering her that handshake she had spied the entire male population of Lumiose and Gateon Port doing. She could vaguely recall images of her hometown's heavily clothed men shaking hands, too, if she made an effort, but Unnur had certainly never seen her mama do it. Well, there was never anybody around for mama to shake hands with, anyway. The thirteen year old did not want to make the effort required to reminisce.
Not being the kind to chitchat before getting down to business, Unnur casted one last furtive glance left and right, hoping to make the other girl aware that what she was about to see was no less than a regional treasure, even if she didn't believe so herself. Really, Unnur could only wonder why Wildfire562 even wanted this stone. Was she going to use it as a fancy decoration? She didn't look like the type to collect random fancy gems. Then again, Unnur could be wrong. Human behaviour was a mystery to her young mind.
"I'll show you the stone now, and give it to you after you've taken me out to dinner," declared the young girl. A nod, and she would produce a handkerchief from the depths of her bag, from which a Blazikenite would be slowly uncovered.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Nov 9, 2014 1:23:33 GMT -5
There was an odd delay before Ramona’s question was answered, as if the young lady before her wasn’t familiar with her own username. Odd, why wouldn’t she remember something that significant to the situation? The questions only piled up as the young woman stared at the hand offered to her before extending her own hand. What was up with this girl, anyway?
Brushing aside the questions for now, Ramona firmly shook her new acquaintance’s hand. That done, she watched curiously as the younger girl glanced around, as if there was something she didn’t want others to see. Surely there needn’t be such caution, right? Especially if she’d been putting it up on the internet for sale. Then again, the trainer didn’t know exactly what these were for yet, so maybe they were that valuable.
Ramona nodded, accepting the terms “MermaidMelody” had set forth. “Sounds good,” she remarked with a smile, looking on at the handkerchief the other bluenette had pulled from her bag slowly opened to reveal the stone. The marble looked a lot like the one she had found in the Badlands, save for the pattern inside it; red and black supplanted the rainbow hue of her own stone. Yep, there were too many similarities for it to be just a coincidence.
“So, where d’ya wanna have dinner? There’s a café down the street, and a diner a few buildings down. Your pick.”
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Unnur watched the older woman's eyes squeeze in suspicion. She was certain that a certain something that was not at all benefitial to her had arisen in the crimson-eyed girl, though she was not sure what exactly. The young trainer's worries would soon be pushed aside, however, when the slightly older one agreed to her conditions with a smile. Unnur's eyes went wide in surprise and sparkly desire. "Oh! I get to choose?" she wondered aloud, eyes sparkling at the promise of free food. Well, not really free food. This meal was to be their agreed method of payment for the gem Unnur had found, after all.
The uncharacteristically jolly blue-haired girl brought one of her fingers to her cheek, pondering. A café, or a diner? Tough decision. In the end, though, her predilection for meat would win over milk coffee and cookies. "Meat. I want meat," Unnur declared. That meant they'd go to the diner, right? She was fairly certain cafés did not offer meat... Or fish. "And I also want fish. Do you think diners have fish? I hope they do, because that's where we're going." She had truthfully never gone to a diner, so she could not be sure but, between a café she knew not to serve meat and a diner, she would go for the latter, which did at least have some chances at serving it.
Her thin, seemingly delicate hands swiftly got to covering the shiny booty with the handkerchief, and later reintroducing it inside her bag. Not willing to waste even a second more, the trainer hurried to the Pokémon Center's exit, stopping only to make sure the other girl was following.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Nov 14, 2014 22:26:35 GMT -5
Ramona grinned. It looked like MermaidMelody and she were two sides of the same coin. Though it seemed that she didn’t quite know what type of foods diners served, oddly enough. Y’know, something told her that this young lady didn’t have a chance to get out much when she was younger. Not that it particularly mattered right now, as that had nothing to do with the present situation. So, shaking it off once more, the busty young lady smiled widely.
“The diner it is, then!” she said, moving out from her seat at the table to stand tall, to tower above the young lady. “I’m sure this one has some fish,” she chuckled, brushing her hair from her face –an annoyance of longer hair she had yet to get acclimated to. M.M. seemed quite eager to get on the road, so Ramona wasted no time in following her to the door.
“C’mon, it’s this way,” she pointed, leading the younger woman down the street, stopping at an establishment called ‘Diner Dash’; it wasn’t enormous or fancy like most of the restaurants in Kalos, but the food was great and the staff friendly. Opening the door, the two were greeted by an interior only slightly fancier than a fast-food joint, a multitude of tables left unoccupied.
“Table for two, please!” the blue-haired teen told the waiter in the front, who swiftly led them to a booth where the two of them could sit. Thanking the man, Ramona picked up a menu and began browsing through it. “So, MM,” she said, looking towards the younger girl, “whatcha think? Anything look good on the menu?”
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There were fish! Unnur's countenance would have beamed as radiantly as the sun at the older girl's words, had she not been the, in appearance, unimpressionable preteen that she was. If only when the gleeful sparkles filling her eyes with wonder were not taken into consideration, at least. For, as they said, the eyes were the window of the soul, and Wildfire562 would again be witness to this as soon as the two had settled in their seats and opened their menus.
"I want a cheeseburger with bacon and fries and deep-fried prawns and this," Unnur pointed with her index at a picture of more grease and fried goodies. Her blue eyes scanned the picture's periphery until they landed on what she assumed to be their name. "What is this? Ba-battered fillets? I want to try some, too. Bring me everything that has fish in it. Fish and chips. You have shrimp, too, don't you?" Unnur's pupils continued scanning the plastified spread of food, sparing no expenses when voicing out her orders.
Steak and two milkshakes—one strawberry-flavoured, and the other vanilla—later, Unnur was about finished with her order. She looked up at the one person who was going to pay for all of this expectantly, waiting for her to place her own order, as well. Not that she was worried that she'd ordered too much or anything of the sort; Unnur just wanted to know if she'd order anything else she would eventually want to snatch for herself.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Nov 19, 2014 21:11:31 GMT -5
It seemed that the younger girl would hold nothing back, as she answered the question with quite a few items on the menu with no regard for the Ramona’s wallet. Not that it particularly bothered her, mind you; with a massive appetite like her own, she couldn’t afford shallow pockets. Regardless, it seemed that Mermaid Melody had gotten what she wanted off the menu, and it was her own turn to order.
“I think I’ll have omlette, buttermilk pancakes, Smoked Magikarp, fries, bacon, aaaaaaand, I think I’ll have the fillets, too.” She finished her order with some milk, and closed the menu with a smile. It had been a long day of sprints up that large mountain face that was normally reserved for bikers, and she’d worked up an extra big appetite.
To anyone else, this tradeoff for the marble might not have been worth it –hell, it might even have been a trap, considering the stomach on the smaller girl. However, Ramona only considered this a fortunate run-in with someone similar to her. After all, it wasn’t every day that she found another with a stomach nearly as big as her own. “You sure you can finish all of that, MM?” she asked, curiously. "I mean, sure, you're a growing girl, but I don't want you to overeat."
As if there was really a thing; she just hadn't seen someone with a stomach that big at that age since herself.
WORDS 205 TAGSUnnur Liefsdóttir NOTES Bluh, sorry if this isn't good
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Unnur blinked at the oh-so-strange question presented to her by her—if only for the afternoon—sugar daddy. Oh. Mommy, rather, but it seemed to be such an odd term for Unnur. Both because she already had a mama, and because, now that she thought about it, she'd never heard the term 'sugar mommy' used before. Odd, indeed, but the older trainer had asked a question that Unnur felt rude and a product of none other than underestimation. This question would nevertheless need to be answered. "Of course," she said, matter-of-factly. What a strange thing to think. Stranger still to ask. At any rate, there was something else of even more importance occupying Unnur's mind. "What does Magikarp taste like?"
Now, young Unnur Liefsdóttir may have eaten a wide variety of fish and meat throughout her life, but Magikarp was one of those few illogically common dishes she had never tried. Not so much because she was unwilling to, but rather because she had never had the opportunity. It was mandatory for the girl to wonder how it tasted and, most importantly, whether the plate would be served with or without its little crown. Unnur reckoned the crown would be either quite the delicacy, in the off-chance that it was actually edible, or a most unfortunate disappointment. A short pause followed, during which the blue-haired trainer did nothing but stare, blink, and appear pouty.
"I think you ordered too little. Will only that suffice?" Unnur glanced at the older girl's crimson eyes with incredulity. "You can, I suppose, eat some of mine, if you want, seeing as you are the one paying and all." She hoped Wildfire appreciated the sentiment, at least, because it was a rare, selfless offer that would surely not repeat itself.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Dec 11, 2014 1:55:04 GMT -5
Ramona nodded, satisfied with the answer she received; if M2 was sure she could eat that much, then it was fine ordering so much. The question she got shortly thereafter made her curious, though –Magikarp was a relatively common dish, so a fellow carnivore like the younger girl likely had numerous chances to consume it. But how to describe the taste of Magikarp to her?
“Well, it’s got a salty, tangy taste to it, depending on how it’s prepared. When it’s prepared right, it’s delicious. I’ll let you try some of mine if you’d like?” she offered, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she recalled the flavor of the fish. Of course, the dish would be served without the crown-like fins, as they were mostly made of harder, less appetizing materials.
The trainer chuckled good-naturedly at the offer to share food. “Thanks for the offer, but I’m going to have to decline. I’m actually going for a lighter meal, since I’m planning on exercising after this. Don’t wanna fill up too much before a workout, right?” the bluenette chuckled.
“So, MM, where’re you from? You don’t seem like you’re from around here.” Might as well try to make some small talk while they were waiting for the food to arrive, right?
WORDS 210 TAGSUnnur Liefsdóttir NOTES If you need any more to work with, I'll be happy to write more
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Unnur awaited her human companion's answer expectantly. Salty, tangy, when prepared right... That sounded tasty. Very, very tasty. She was starting to feel like she couldn't wait for their order to arrive. Even more so than before. Before, she had just been hungry. Like usual, really. Now? Now, she wanted to try these new dishes she'd never before heard about. This time, it was Unnur who would nod approvingly. Wildfire562 seemed to be a lot more sensible and agreeable than she initially had thought. She also did not mind having all of that food just for herself, so that was another point in the older woman's favour.
They didn't have to wait long for their food. Instead of bringing everything at once and flooding their table with all the plates they had ordered, the waitress had the good sense of giving her their plates as they came. Aided by a second waitress, four dexterous hands—and their respective arms—proceeded to place a plate a time on the smooth, white table. The deep-fried prawns, the omelette, the pancakes, and all the bacon goodies. An array of arms would intercede between the two girls, obstructing their view of each other at unevenly-timed intervals, but not the sound coming out of their mouths.
"I'm from Orre," she answered simply, almost methodically, unaccustomed and unwilling to reveal too much information regarding her private life. Now that the first course was served, the girls could get started on their meal, but Unnur made no attempt to start. Not yet. Instead, she stared at the girl who was treating her with expectant eyes. Unnur was waiting for her to voice out her own origins, which was the most polite thing to do, before diving in.
Post by Ramona Albarn on Dec 28, 2014 1:15:25 GMT -5
In record time, Ramona Albarn found the food being delivered to her and her acquaintance, as a pair of waitresses whom she had gotten to know skillfully maneuvered the plates onto the table, the cooks having wisely decided to give them their food in stages instead of totally at once. As the smell entered her nostrils, the walking black hole –a nickname given by Ricki some number of years ago- felt the telltale moisture threatening to overflow from her lips that signaled her voracious appetite’s awakening. She licked her lips; Arceus, how she wanted to just eat all of it right now!
But no, she couldn’t. She needed to make more conversation with MM first. Forcing her trembling hand to set down the fork that had somehow appeared held in her fingers. “Orre, huh?” she said, clearly straining to restrain herself from digging in (she regretted having so little to eat for breakfast). “Don’t think I’ve been there. I’m from Hoenn, myself, if you know where that is? Specifically I was born and raised in Lavaridge, which is a resort town that’s known for its fantastic hot springs. But enough about me, what’s Orre like? “
Finally unable to control herself, the bluenette swiftly stabbed her fork into the delectable meal before her and began inhaling the pancakes, which had spontaneously become doused in syrup.
WORDS 225 TAGSUnnur Liefsdóttir NOTES Ugh this took way too long considering the quality. I apologize
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This girl sure did like to talk. She seemed too preoccupied with her own plates to mind if Unnur digged in prematurely, however, and so she did. Her loquacity did not bother her younger companion in the least, since she was happily eating while the older one talked, but it would be inevitable for her to realise it would soon be her turn to speak, and Unnur was still not done with these prawns! She hurriedly gulped one of them down, then another. Oh, too late, no use hurrying up if you couldn't enjoy the food you were eating. Unnur looked up with slow reluctance, not entirely willing to part with her precious food, even if it was only for a short moment.
What was Orre like?
"It's incredibly hot, for starters," she said, as wistful sparkles washed over her young eyes, giving them the fake illusion of old wisdom she obviously did not possess. "Safe for the high, no, the highest peaks of the mountains in the far east, everywhere is hot. So hot." Unnur's explanation came to a slow, paced stop, as her memories brought her back to her rustic little town on top of one of those high peaks. A second passed by in silence—relative silence, rather, for the sound of teeth munching and grinding and crushing all kinds of food was too eminent to be easily ignored—before the smell of hot fried goodies and butter brought her back to this diner, this meal, this conversation.
The young trainer didn't know where Lavaridge or the rest of Hoenn were, but they also sounded hot, very hot. Hot springs ought to be hot; though, if a resort was made there, then it had to be a comfortable kind of hot, right? Unnur pondered, picking up her third prawn with her bare fingers. "Was it nice where you lived?" A short pause as she munched on her prawn, and then, softer, she added, "That Lavaridge place. Was it nice? Why did you leave?"
