Oh, it's you. [Altair]

[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

It had most definitely been a while since she’d come to Driftveil; normally it was the opposite direction—she’d have to get her apartment ready, all spick and span (she wasn’t the best at housekeeping, to be honest) and have a stash of alcoholic beverages and finger foods ready for when their “annual” conversation. It was part of their agreement—in exchange for him stepping down and out of the limelight, they would have to meet up at least once or twice a year in order to just… talk, exchange news, all the normal things that two best friends would normally do when they hang out together. This time was a bit…special, though; she was the one who was coming over to his place in Driftveil, and this time, she’d spared no expense, having hauled an entire cooler full of their favorite drinks and packs of frozen finger foods that just needed heating in a hot pan full of oil. “Now, where the hell was his place again? Drats, my own suggestion, and I can’t even remember where he nests down…” Rachel muttered as she looked around the Driftveil market—she was currently in the hangar that served like the city’s “market” for goods in and out of the Unova region. She’d decided to look for some extra desserts, but now found herself in a quandary: wasn’t he supposed to meet her here? Or did he miss the message she’d left on his voice mail? Either way, she just shrugged and continued to haul the cooler around, trying to look for something interesting that would catch her eye. Well, it’s truly been a while since we did talk. I find it ironic that I’m the one here, it’s always him coming over to my place… she mused to herself as she began looking through a stall that had several bins of Berries for sale; she was trying to decide which Berries went well with the finger foods she’d brought along with her today. Altair Stavros

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[Altair Stavros]

              

 I know the pieces fit
[Rachel Zwingli]--[367]--[hello lovely~]

Driftveil was always filled with life. There was always the hustle and bustle of the streets, the loud, incessant chatter of vendors and buyers, the lively music of street musicians and the rare bystanders who try to follow along with them, and the pokemon splashing and playing in the water, flying and chirping in the skies, running or prowling around the streets, or even walking with their trainers or their trainer's kids. They all came together in a cacophony of sounds that was music to his ears and soothed his fears. He had always felt as alive as the city was, and he loved it just as he loved his hometown of Nimbasa.

Today though, not even the normal ambiance could soothe the anxiety and excitement building up in his chest. He felt like a bomb of emotions just waiting to go off at the right moment and he wished he could just push it down and ignore it, but he can't. Or more accurately, he won't. Today was the day that he got to see his best friend again after over a year of separation. If there was any one day that deserved this tumultuous ball of feelings it was this momentous event.

The only thing spoiling this was that he was in his usual disguise of a working man's trench coat and fedora along with sunglasses instead of his favorite clothing or even his usual stylish clothing. He had no choice since he was well-known pretty much anywhere in Unova and Driftveil was no exception. After all, he didn't want to ruin this for the both of them by attracting the paparazzi like electric pokemon to a power plant. Sure he got a lot of looks for being shifty but that was the price of anonymity, crazy as it sounded.

And this same anonymity allowed him to spot his best friend, who was looking through a stall with several bins of berries. A mischievous grin crept on his face as he suddenly got an idea.

He quietly walked towards her with a stealth born from years of playing as James Bond before suddenly putting both of his hands over her eyes. "Guess who~?”

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[Rachel Zwingli]

starting over again and ►►picking up all of the pieces

Rachel here had gotten so absorbed in looking through the Berries, sifting through them in short order—trying to find the ones that would complement the frozen full of finger foods that were ready to fry when her vision suddenly went black! She thought she could feel a pair of hands that had clamped themselves over her eyes; and she tried to struggle and squirm—only to recognize just who was addressing her. She was sorely tempted to take a nice bite out of the hands that were blocking and currently impeding her vision; but decided to just squirm like a struggling Magikarp instead. You beast, she thought to herself with a grin on her face, before playing coy. “Seriously… with the way your intonation sounds, do I really have to guess who this is?” she began, the grin on her face growing wider as she tried to struggle out of Blondie’s blinding grip. Hoping that he wasn’t going to mock her later as her arms finally reached up, trying to disengage his grip, she continued to squirm for a few moments, before continuing, “I swear, Red-Eyes, if you don’t get your hands off my eyes I’d knock the cooler all over you. And I know you don’t want to waste all the choice Castelia alcoholic beverages I picked out for our meeting,” she added with a chuckle, while still trying to prise off his fingers from her face. Since when did his grip get a lot stronger? Is he working out at the Ranch or something? She mused to herself, still attempting to spin herself around and free herself from his rather surprising grip. Altair Stavros

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