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elcome Adventurer to EPOCH! A Pokemon Sandbox Rp set in the original region of Nue. Everything you need to know will be in the Guidebook and PokeDex 101!
EPOCH uses the Manga and is built on the Original ideas suggested by our members.
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Sex; When you get under the clothes, fade to black.
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SUGAR COOKIES ♠ PUMPKIN ROLL ♠ GINGERBREAD COOKIES ♠ OATMEAL COOKIES ♠ NUT ROLLS ♠ SNOWBALLS♠ CHEESECAKE BITES ♠ SHORTBREAD ♠ FUDGE ♠ MACAROONS ♠ CANDY CANE SWIZZLE STICKS ♠ PEPPERMINT CHOCOLATE Disks ♠
Drink Note: 50/50 means could be virgin or Alcohol NA non alcoholic the rest are clearly alcohol ridden
•THE COMING YEAR•
Thank you all for coming to the annual League Christmas Ball. There are a lot of changes and upgrades in the coming year including a new system in the future that will be IMPLEMENTED to the current system and come with a short introductory Training course. that system is the dex system, the latest and greatest piece of handheld technology that is available for professional and civilian use.
•the MEMBERSHIP AWARDS•
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the Annual Pokemon League Christmas League Ball, as Chairman of the League it is my honor, to present this year’s Golden Jubilee Award. The Golden Jubilee Award was inaugurated 1 year after the first League Association was formed, it was once a rare golden colored Apricorn that came from a single tree that grew in the back of the first chairman's yard. The recipient of the Golden Jubilee must have demonstrated, over a significant period of time, dedication to the League and people as well as the promotion of our future champions, with a strong sense of guidance, civic and family duty. It’s been said of this year’s winners have for some time, and still continues to, put their whole heart and soul into their community. Your sense of honor, fighting spirit and research are what guide future generations to further better our world. Ladies and gentlemen please acknowledge this year’s Golden Jubilee Award winners!
You can pick your shit up when you arrive or at the door on your way out, okay?
Professors receive 1x Initial Evolution, 1x Final Evolution, 1x Item Evolution, and an Evolutionary Item or Stone of their choice!
Gym Leaders and Battle Coaches receive 1x Technical Move, 1x Natural Move, 1x Tutor Move, and 2x Macho Brace!
It was time. The grand opening was upon them all, it was upon them all before she could even begin to count the number of guests that poured inside-!
The Silverbell Ball was something she had been working on for four months nonstop. As official proprietor of the location, it was entirely up to her to welcome them one and all as they entered the door, greeted by men and women in immaculate suits. Mmm, like proper little penguins, they were, scooping up the names of the attendees and making sure everyone who was meant to belong stayed, and those out of the loop were left behind.
There wasn't much time to waste. She lifted her dress up enough to pick up her pace to a steady walk and moved forward, into the depths of the ongoing ball. The chandelier above her - oh, how it threatened them in such elegance! It looked like it had been carved out of nevermelting ice. In fact, it probably was, given how much money she had to sink into it. Oh well, the good professors wouldn't notice too much of a hit to their salary! Hahaha, it was all for the good of the League's appearance!
Oh, but it wouldn't be long, now, before the very important guest would have their turn to speak up. The Chairman of the whole Pokemon League was going to be here! Ah, she could hardly wait. It was going to be so wonderful! She had so much to show off to one such as he - so many fanciful plates, wonderful h'orderves, and the cutest little cups filled to the brim with sixty-proof drinks!
Oh, but they were all pouring into the lightshow now. The soft-set glow of all the lamps and candles caught the dresses and tuxes of the wonderful league associates entering in. She would have to keep her eye out on them.
Being an heiress was no easy task, but someone had to do it. Someone just had to help out the League and give it the proper place to throw its annual celebration! And she was the wonderful person to do it.
Filia smiled. This was going to be a wonderful evening! She rushed to the door to eagerly greet more guests.
Post by Brandy Peaches on Dec 29, 2014 11:32:57 GMT -5
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What's the dress code she asked / You'll look fine he said / What part of FINE is a dress code answer! / Formal ball gowns Professor! / FORMAL EVENT DRESS GDI WHY!
She was out of her element and felt half sick. The train ride to Tynntill was the only thing that was even remotely enjoyable. She should've known better, she should've asked someone and not have trusted the Professor when he said "You'll look fine." At the time he said it she took it as a compliment. That he was calling her attractive and for one slice of a moment she got a little proud of herself. The professor finally gave her some acknowledgement in the form of a compliment.
Now, as she stood tucked back half way behind a decorated Christmas tree, she begun to think he'd just been fucking with her the entire time. Brassy gold eyes done up with mascara and some soft shimmery eye shadow watched the tuxedo's and ball gowns slink about the room gathering in social circles and dancing along part of the hotel's rented space. A gathering of nerds, power, and money all in one location. It almost reminded her of a movie.
The venue was grand to say the least, and the hall was decorated to the nines with two ice sculptures bedecking the food table where the spread went from hot to cold to sugar town central. She was practically one of the few to first arrive and for that she was kind of glad. She did not want to be fashionably late and have them staring at her in the eye sore of a dress and clean white jacket that looked like a dressier lab coat.
She'd never gone to a League Christmas event before, she had no idea of what to expect. An elegant affair was not something she had anticipated, she thought it would be more along the lines of an office party. Though the fact they used the word "ball" in the invitation title should've been a tip off. 'Note to self. Take League related information literally.'
She watched an elegant woman wearing a backless wonder walk in and pick up a champagne glass downing it in one go before picking up another and moving into the crowd. . . . . What was all that about? She wondered and looked back down to herself. Her old dressy heels she shined up with Vaseline, sparkling red cocktail dress and nude panty hose, though festive coloring, didn't seem to fit or blend in very well with this crowd. It also didn't help that she was too afraid to take the white jacket off because of her tattoos that would show. The Professor was already taboo to bring up, she learned that the hard way and she was sure he didn't need her adding more to his exile.
She looked under dressed for the occasion, at least when compared to the others in floor length gowns and three piece suits. Though she had to admit if she had to meet anyone of the League this was the night to do it. Some of these people were attractive as hell done up to the nines with their hair slicked and festive neckties. She caught her eyes stalking a few of them as she leaned out from her dark Christmas lit corner with her plate of cookies and cocktail finger foods admiring the view like some dorky office intern who was just there for the cake.
Beside her on a chair was a cardboard box full of all the years membership awards and gifts that Terraria never showed up to collect. She recalled the receptionists face of relief when she signed in with which Professor she was associated with. "Oh thank god. Here's this years,"she had said handing her a wrapped gift box that was fairly heavy. Brandy had taken it with a smile and thank you before the woman leaned over behind the table and hefted up a cardboard box to the table with a thud. "Here's the rest that he never picked up."
Brandy turned her head and glared down at the box in question that she'd have to carry to the train station and again back home, and once more to the lab the following day. Gdi Professor. The loathing already starting to build up in her mind as she pulled her eyes away from the mess she'd have to deal with later and back to watching the party. A waiter moving through the crowd actually ventured her way with a tray of drinks offering it to her causing her to blink in surprise before quickly taking one of the festive cocktails with a nod and smile.
In one sip she felt her lips sucking in over her teeth as her eyes went big and her brows rose to the occasion. She recognized that tang on her tongue anywhere, there was definitely alcohol in it. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching or noticed said minor partaking in the Christmas cheer, nope? All good then, she stole another sip watching the people mingle and wondered if this was how chaperons of school dances felt.
Post by Brook Styles on Dec 29, 2014 20:08:36 GMT -5
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
The League's Christmas Ball was finally here. Every year it was like the League took it one step further with their decorations. There were two ice sculptures welcomed the guests and stood guarding the food table, the entire ballroom floor was filled with Christmas decorations and tinsel. The large space in the middle of the ballroom was bare, though a few people were already out and enjoying themselves. However, most of the people were sitting at the tables and chatting amongst themselves.
Brook had arrived among the early birds. There was a steady flow of people already filling the ballroom, but most spread out and headed off in different directions. He walked past the receptionist, checking in and telling her that he would pick up his gift bag on the way out. She nodded and placed the bag aside, the name tag was attached to the string handles and wrapped up with a large red bow. The gift bag alone was probably why most of the Gym Leaders decided to come, if there were any at all.
Most of the Orre leaders had transferred to Nue, but Brook hadn't seen one yet. However, he was early, so the others were most likely on their way. Part of him wondered if any of the new leaders would come to the ball. To his knowledge, there was a new Electric type leader in the League. As well as the Dragon type leader, who was currently settled in Shui. Brook also wondered if Ferris would come to the ball. It had been a while since the two of them had met, and he was curious how her coliseum gym was going.
He tipped his hat up slightly as he headed towards the food table. Most of the crowd was around that area, for obvious reasons. However, Brook managed to slip through and grab himself a drink and a small plate with a few cookies. He drifted off to the side of the room, watching the others as they chatted. This was the second year that Brook had attended one of these, yet he knew most of the people inside the ball. A lot of them were from the League HQ that he visited time to time to talk about situations in Anatase, but since he had transferred to Bosky, he had been there less.
As Brook scanned the crowd, he stopped when he noticed someone very familiar. Off to the side, standing beside a rather large stack of cardboard boxes, was none other than Brandy Fernet. At first, Brook was just surprised she was there. However, he found himself staring a little longer than intended. For one, he'd never seen her dressed like that before. The white jacket was covering her tattoos almost made her look like a different person. The red sparkling dress fit her perfectly as well.
It took a moment for Brook to mentally break from his stare before he started over towards her. He had noticed the drink she picked up from the waiter, but failed to realize that it was alcoholic. The League did things a little weirdly at their parties, for what reason he didn't know. But he tended to avoid anything but the punch bowl because of it.
Approaching her from the side, he tipped his hat up one more time. It felt odd to dress up for a fancy party like this. He'd gotten plenty of stares from the girls back in Bosky as he started to head out. The tux he wore was recently bought just for the event, which made Brook look rather sharp. And while the hat wasn't his first choice, the store where he bought the tux from insisted he buy the hat too.
Hoping not to spook her, Brook made sure to approach her from the side where she could see him coming. He smiled lightly at her and looked at her from head to toe for a moment. "Hey, Brandy. You look really nice tonight." Brook said. While Brook wasn't the smoothest of people, his compliment was genuine. She honestly looked very nice with the white jacket covering her tattoos. He didn't mind the tatoos in the first place, but seeing her like this was a nice change.
His eyes drifted to the side, where there was a stack of boxes that had Terraria's name on the tag. "This is your first League Ball, isn't it? I'm sure the receptionist at the front was happy to see someone come who was working with Terraria." He said, grinning slightly as his eyes looked over at the boxes. Brook still could never understand how the professor let all the gifts and Pokemon stack up like that. More so, he felt sorry for Brandy having to go and pick everything up.
Post by Brandy Peaches on Dec 30, 2014 12:15:07 GMT -5
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What's the dress code she asked / You'll look fine he said / What part of FINE is a dress code answer! / Formal ball gowns Professor! / FORMAL EVENT DRESS GDI WHY!
If she knew that she was being watched so intently, she probably would've stopped shoveling in the sugar cookies and switched to just getting hammered on the Christmas Cheer, or made a quiet and compelling exit with her boxes. But the fact remains that she didn't know she was under survalience, she had no idea that while she was watching the dance floor and the backless wonder who seemed to be flitting about the room from group to group that she too was being admired from afar.
Whoever was looking her way got to lay witness to Brandy in her dark corner, graciously supplied with cookies, finger food and fancily named booze oogling the men in tux suits. Like an old episode of Chip n Dale every so often her head would poke out from around the tree with a cheek full and a slow chew and stare after the formal wear glory. The song 'Hate to see you go but love to watch you leave' entered her thoughts everytime she found one to be higher then a 6. Which meant that the DJ was out and the song was on repeat at indecent volumes. Her eyes landed on the backless dressed woman once more as she was approached by a man in a white suit, what was she doing anyway? She seemed to be methodically moving around a lot causing several of the heads to turn.
Speaking of which she found Demi in a current state of awestruck wonder, the Christmas cake and paper plate she had were now upside down on the floor and her mouth hanging open. Brandy lifted up her glass to take a sip judging Demi out of the corner of her eye before glancing in the same direction she was looking. Thank god she didn't have anything in her mouth. The cup stopped at her lips and her eyes went wide. Brook Styles was approaching and he looked divine. The suit was a soft charcoal, the tie was his typical unconventional bow, the silver vest could be seen peeking out from the jacket and he wore a hat. 'I'll be right back.' came the breathless whisper followed by Demi disappearing. 'What?! Why?! Where are you going?!' Not that she wouldn't mind being left alone with him but there were just certain things you couldn't do in public, and despite her being in the shadow of the Christmas tree she doubted it would provide enough cover for it.
She was still speechless when he stopped and smiled at her and she felt her heart beat skip a notch when she caught his eyes sweeping over her. 'Okay back, sorry I had to change my panties. What's going- . . .on.'
Maybe he wouldn't notice, maybe she didn't look as bad or under dressed as she thought she did. Or he would just assume she had some sort of side job pick up and delivery duty for this occasion and was simply stopping in to part take in the free food before going.
"Hey, Brandy. You look really nice tonight."
'Gdi.' 'I hate Terraria, I absolutely loathe him you hear me?! This is all his fault!' It was clear that Demi had found the source for her rage. Brandy semi agreed with that however she was trying to concentrate on not dropping her plate or spilling anything. She watched that smooth face of his turn slightly and she followed it catching the sight of Terraria's box that was currently taking up space on one of the elegant extra dining chairs.
"Uh-Thanks," the compliment was received but it wasn't taken literally, she knew better and he was more then likely just being nice. "Ye-ye-" she tried to find the words but they kept dying in her mouth. Everyone of them charging forward like silver tongued knights only to glimps out past her teeth at the radience that was Brook Styles and fall, willingly defeated. "You look wonderful." FINALLY a hero who had heard tales of the radiance and blinded themselves in order to make it past their fallen comrades.
'Did you just fucking quote from the Little Mermaid?'
'Shut. Up.'
"This is your first League Ball, isn't it?"
Was it not obvious? Did he really think she'd show up looking like this to such an auspicious occassion? She nodded her head glancing down at her plate and drink in hand before setting the dish off to the side ontop of Terraria's box so she didn't have both hands full. 'First and last thank you very much. After this embarrassing bullshit I don't think we'll be back. However I would like a commerative picture.' Holds out her phone to take a snap shot of him for a keep sake and memory.
"I'm sure the receptionist at the front was happy to see someone come who was working with Terraria."
. . . . Words could not describe the look of pure astonishment that passed on that womans face. The customary holiday greeting smile, when she asked who Brandy was representing, warping into a overwhelmed jaw drop of floored speechlessness before the words, "Oh thank god." Left her mouth, like Brandy was some sort of savior that finally decended upon her world.
"Yeah," her eyes glanced over to the decorations on the Christmas tree then to the dance floor before looking back at Brook then lowering her gaze to his hands unable to look him in the face for very long for fear her cheeks would flare up and melt her make up off. "She was . . . glad to see me." An awkward silence ensued as Brandy lifted her glass up taking another sip to distract herself as she searched desperately for words to keep the conversation going. "How was the trip here?" . . . 'You idiot you two practically took the same train. You just took the earlier one.'
"Um, the cookies are great."
'Ffffffffff' The resounding slap of a palm meeting the skin of a face was evidence enough to inform her that she screwed up.
Post by Amber Kazuki on Dec 30, 2014 13:48:25 GMT -5
Ain't it fun ain't it fun baby now you're one of us
Amber had heard about the League Christmas Ball before and always wanted to attend. Of course, back when she was like ten, that dream seemed unrealistic. But now, here she was. Standing at the entrance of the ball, staring up at the building in awe. She knew the League was known for its amazing parties that it held, but Amber never expected this. And from rumors, apparently this was a step up from last year. That was hard to believe, but deep inside, Amber could believe it. But all of this was new to her. The Dragon type Gym Leader had only been in the League for about five months at most. This was the first ball she was ever invited to, and while Amber knew it was going to be fun and a great experience, part of her wondered if there was going to be anyone she knew inside, or if she was going to have to just try and 'mix and mingle' with the rest of the League members.
After a few moments of internal debate, Amber took a breath and walked inside. She checked in the desk and the receptionist set her gift bag aside with the others. Her name was written in fancy cursive on a tag and the bag was tied with a large red bow. She found the little gift bag cute and could only wonder what was inside, but Amber didn't see a point in carrying the bag around all night while she could just pick it up when she left.
When she entered, Amber was greeted by friendly faces and a decked out ballroom. The two ice sculptures greeted her and told her exactly where the goodie table was. It took Amber a few moments to come to the realization that she pretty much knew no one at the ball. And while she could go and try and chat among the Gym Leaders already there, she felt somewhat out of place. Instead, she headed over to the food table and picked a few cookies on the plate. And after hearing about the rumors that most of the drinks were spiked, Amber settled for a hot chocolate and set her stuff down on a table near the center.
She took a few bites out of the cookies, still taking in the sight. As she looked around, the more Amber felt more out of place. Her dress was more for a school dance than it was for a ball. Despite it being in the dead of winter, she decided to go with a one strapped dress that went down to just above her knees. It was pale and lined with a light brown hem. The bow that tied her hair in the back was a pale dark aqua color, as well as a flower that sat on the strap and the dress.
In all honesty, she wondered how long she would actually stay. Most of the people knew each other already, and she was still new to the League. But, this event was once a year and Amber never knew what could happen. Staying the entire night, or at least through most, wouldn't hurt anyone and could give her some more opportunities to get to know her new co-workers.
Two events in such a short amount of time was a lot for someone like Bailey. Someone who nearly never got out of their lab. Perhaps this was the League's way of making up for all the crap they've put him through over the last few months. From making him move away from his home region to having him run around some ancient forest, the League hadn't been all too kind to the red headed Professor. This would makeup for it, he guessed; however, it also put him under new found stress. The fashion senseless man would have to get more formal attire. And he had no idea where to start, especially with this new region! Starting out in Wizen City, where his lab was situated, Bailey caught a train to Flash City, the fashion capital of the region, or so he had heard. After visiting a dozen or so shops, he finally came out of one dressed in a snow white tux with a black dress shirt and a red poinsettia, for the holidays, pinned to his coat pocket. The Professor of Sound then caught the first train to Tyntill Town to get to the actual ball. He would be as ready as ever.
Entering the decorated building, Bailey recognized not a single person. Oh the woes of being an introvert. The Professor went to his designated seat, where a neatly wrapped gift sat with his name on it, and dropped off his bag of gifts. He noticed that not many other people had brought gifts, and his cheeks flooded with a color similar to his hair as he sat down. Bailey had never been to a League event, much less a holiday event, and he had only assumed people brought gifts for one another...
Thank Arceus, though, there was a bar! Smiling like the Irish Kalosian man he was, Bailey made his way to the free bar, snagging a glass of deliciously alcoholic eggnog on the way, and began to have at it. The red headed man got very talkative as the liquor made its way through his system, warming his stomach and lifting his attitude. Two, three, four servings of ginger pear and brandy had the Professor feeling wonderfulll. In fact, he wanted to dance! Looking around at the guest, not knowing a single one, he found his target.
His eyebrows rose as he watched her drink, her auburn hair moving in slow motion as she downed a cocktail. Bailey was so glad someone from his home country had made it to the event as well! Downing one last white russian, Bailey made his way to the girl, a goofy grin locked on his face as he began to speak, his already hard to understand accent slurred from the affects of the alcohol. "'Ow are ye' doi' misssssssssy? I 'ould-" A hiccup interrupted the drunken ginger's introduction, but he continued, "ouln't 'elp but notice yer lovely dress and yer hair stood out amongs' all 'ta white gowns 'ere tonigght."
Post by Brandy Peaches on Jan 1, 2015 2:13:52 GMT -5
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What's the dress code she asked / You'll look fine he said / What part of FINE is a dress code answer! / Formal ball gowns Professor! / FORMAL EVENT DRESS GDI WHY!
Fumbling through her initial screw up at descent conversation Brandy tried to distract herself by glancing out past Brook and to the rest of the ensemble only to find her eyes locking into place. 'Ho Ho Hooo we've been a good girl this year.' A fine piece of realestate was making its way over to them and despite the glittering blue ornament in front of her she couldn't help but praise the 10 heading their way.
Dressed in a snow white tux with with a licorice black dress shirt and red Christmas flower pinned to his chest he was definitely something worth of a good girls Christmas stocking. 'I bet that cherry hair of his smells like peppermint or cinnamon.' Brandy found herself nodding to the voice in her head. Of course she assumed he was heading her way because of the buffet that was located just on the other side of the Christmas tree. No matter, she had her present already right in front of her. 'And he came gift wrapped too.' Demi said pointing out the bow on his neck. Eyes got wide, cheeks got warm and her face immediately became fascinated with her drink as she downed the last of it.
'. . . He's coming this way.' 'What?' 'HE'S coming this WAY.' 'Who?' 'King Candy-Cane.' . . . 'Who?' 'Oh ffs the TEN!'
Brandy's eyes jerked up and looked over to where she had last seen him and found him less then five feet away and closing in fast. 'You don't think he's Terraria do you?' 'Terraria has white hair.' 'What if it was lies?' . . . . Now that was a sobering thought. She glanced over the ten once more. If that was Terraria then the only reason she could think of him to being taboo is that he was some sort of Christian Grey and playboy philanthropist who-
"'Ow are ye' doi' misssssssssy? I 'ould-hic-ouln't 'elp but notice yer lovely dress and yer hair stood out amongs' all 'ta white gowns 'ere tonigght."
. . . .'Oooooo,' Demi winced and wrinkled her nose. You know those faces you get when you have no clue what someone is saying but you just kind of put that glad to see you too smile on as you nod and go along with it so as to not hurt their feelings or look like an asshole saying what or could you repeat that? Yeah that was her face right then. 'What did he say?' 'I think he asked for time, . . . or your hand in marriage. I don't know. I heard lovely white dress in there. I'm pretty sure he's hammered. By the way, minus 2.'
"Um, thank...you?" she said her voice clearly uncertain of the compliments or their intentions. She recognized the drunk slur anywhere though, she practically grew up around it, but something about this one was clearly different. It had an accent. 'Plus one. Accents are always a plus one bonus.' "Uh I'm ...Brandy Fernet, are you...having a good time?" That was not what she wanted to say. She wanted to ask if he was all right but at the last second pulled back because she thought it would be rude and she had no intention of further ruining her reputation or Terraria's.
She wasn't vain, by no means - in fact, she wasn't one to like that much attention outside of a battler's perspective. She was fine with being hailed with respect on the battlefield, but she didn't care about how people thought of her appearance. But still, this was a special occasion, and early in her life she had been taught that special occasions deserved a special amount of effort, so she had started early, prepared to work at it until her hair was perfect and her dress spotless. She was enjoying both the exhilarating sensation and thrill of knowing she was rocking it quite well and the fact that she could work with keeping her title well. She was the Snow Queen of the League, and not even that old hag Elite Four would take that title from her.
Her dress was something she had found a few years ago, and with work and luck still fit her as well as it did when she found it - it was her true favorite, and boy did she get a smile on her face when she was told she could wear it. Icy-blue, the dress was winter's claim on her normal attire. Sleek and well-fitting, the dress fluttered down around her form, almost glossy as if it was made of ice itself. It hugged around her shoulders, and draped over her arms with slender sleeves. Even her shoes were of the same color, heels with . A long, ice-blue cape lead behind her, something she had decorated with the Bosky Ice Gym Badge print so it would be easier for people to know who she was. Her hair had been perhaps the most difficult thing about her current get-up: braided tightly, it was draped along her left side, the intricate braid held by ice-blue pins.
She worried, for a second, if she should have stayed in the Gym. Mr. Brook had left before her, and someone should probably watch the Gym. She was only Co-Leader, something she didn't like remembering, and so it was her responsibility. But she quickly berated herself as she strode into the ballroom, cape flowing behind her like a glimmering cascade. She was a Gym Leader too, and by Arceus she was going to remind the League that they couldn't just push her aside into the Co-Leader position forever. She was aiming for the top, and if that meant becoming Champion or Elite Four... Well, she was going to at least try.
She appreciated the decorations quite well, and enjoyed the wintery feel that the Ball had. Call it unsurprising, but she loved the ice sculptures and whatnot. If she could change the gym around, she'd probably change it to this - ice sculptures, an ice ballroom, the works. As she had entered, she gladly accepted the gift bag she had received - the recognition was nice. She had wandered around for a bit, saying hello here and there to the people she knew and greeting those who she had been told she had to for the first time. There already had been some awkward times where she had to deny someone a handshake, but nothing major had yet happened. She walked around, looking at the unrecognizable faces while sipping her virgin Eggnog. It hit her, for a moment, that this was her first League Ball.
She knew no one.
Not that it mattered, really, she tried to convince herself. She could just hang around and wait for someone she could talk to. Worst comes to worst, she'll find Wulfric and they'll chat again. Why was it worst? He had a bad habit about forgetting about the no-touching rule. Caused too many a fight between the two Ice specialists.
As she wandered, she wondered if any other Gym Leaders had arrived. Most of the people she had talked to were beneficiaries, Rangers and so on - not yet a Leader. But as she thought about it, her eyes landed on a familiar face: Mr. Brook. Her Co-Leader. Some would call him her boss, but at least from the little they talked, Madeline didn't think that their relationship was very much like that at all. He was talking to some people, a lady and a man. One of them seemed... young. The Snow Queen couldn't recognize them. The other one was hammered. Very hammered. It reminded her of her da-
She quickly closed off the thought, gathering her dress around her and having another sip of the eggnog. This was not the time to remember that time. She looked breathtaking, really, striding across the wintery-themed ballroom like the monarch her title said she was, with confidence and an unwavering lack of issues. Her heels didn't even give her a problem. This was almost practiced. Partially because it was
Clearing her throat a little as she approached them, the other Ice Leader spoke "Nice to see you've arrived well, Mr. Brook." She began, and looked at the other two, before quickly continuing. "Pardon, am I interrupting?"
Post by Brook Styles on Jan 3, 2015 23:30:06 GMT -5
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
The words were stuck in her throat for a moment, and Brook could only assume it was because she was nervous.
"You look wonderful."
He smiled softly and tipped his hat up. "Thank you. I had to buy this suit just last week and the cashier insisted I buy the hat too, I hope it was a good choice." Events like this weren't really his thing, but he attended anyway. It was a good night to get out and socialize and get to know his co-workers better. But for Brandy, she knew almost no one there besides him. None of the other League members bothered go to out and check on her. But, to be honest, he couldn't really explain why he did. There was a part of him that wanted to make sure she was settled down with her jobs and that things went smoothly. Maybe it was because she didn't know much about Pokemon and suddenly became a professor's assistant. However, his own inner demon knew exactly why Brook wanted to help Brandy. But he was too busy trying to woo Demi.
Before the conversation could continue, someone spoke up. "'Ow are ye' doi' misssssssssy? I 'ould- *hiccup* ouln't 'elp but notice yer lovely dress and yer hair stood out amongs' all 'ta white gowns 'ere tonigght." The hiccup made Brook turn and face the new person, and he barely hid his surprise. He couldn't help but just stare at the man in mild confusion. The party had barely began, and this man was already drunk. There was also a small part of Brook that got a little... jealous? He wasn't sure how to explain the small feeling. Lil B wasn't there to nag and tell it to Brook straight.
Brook looked towards Brandy and could see the nervousness and uncertainty. "Um, thank...you? Uh I'm ...Brandy Fernet, are you...having a good time?" At this point, he didn't want to leave Brandy alone with the man. He wasn't that drunk yet, or at least Brook didn't think he was. But part of him just wanted to stay and make sure she'd be alright. So Brook simply stood there near the table and set his glass of punch on the top.
It wasn't long before another person would approach. Brook turned his head to see who else was there and was rather surprised to see his co-leader standing there. "Nice to see you've arrived well, Mr. Brook. Pardon, am I interrupting?" He was unsure how to answer the question for a moment, stealing a glance at Brandy before turning back to Madeline. "No, I don't think so." Brook answered, slightly uncertain about the situation. However, he quickly continued the conversation. "There's no need to call me Mr. Brook, you can call me by my first name, Madeline." Brook replied with a smile.
Even though Madeline was thrown into the co-leader spot unexpectedly, Brook was perfectly happy with having a co-leader. A head's up would have been nice, but the League did whatever they wanted to do. Madeline seemed to be a very nice and pleasant young woman too. He was looking forward to working with her, and since she came to the ball, it would be a perfect chance to get to know her better.
"How are you liking the ball so far? The League went all out with their decorations this year, didn't they?" Brook asked Madeline. He was rather surprised the League went this far with their decorations. He knew that they liked to host parties and extravagant balls, but this was beyond Brook's expectations.
Through his drunken vision and clouded thoughts, Bailey understood that the girl appreciated his pathetic attempt at a compliment of her hair. He smiled her, his pearly whites showing as he began to speak again, the alcohol very hard to miss on his breath. "Yer quite welcome, lass! It'd be a shame fer me 'ta not tell a lovey such as yerself what other 'ave surely told her before!" He said, surely surprising those that heard him earlier. He had made a complete sentence!
Then the auburn headed girl told him her name. Brandy Fernet, or something like that. Or had she said she wanted some Brandy? In truth, the Professor could go for one of those pear and brandy drinks. Grabbing two glasses from a passing waiter, he offered one to Brandy, saying with a goofy grin on his face, "Brandy, eh? I'm guessin' ye like yer name sake, righto?" Downing his own drink, he added, "I'm Bailey Finnigan, Professor o'-" Again, the hiccups interrupted him and he continued, "Professor o' Sound at yer service."
Bailey turned as another beauty approached, this girl wearing a dress seemingly made of ice. It awed him, not only because of the beauty, but at the quality of it. When she asked if she was interrupting, Bailey shook his head and said, "Not a bit, deary, just makin' introductions and all 'ta matter and small talk 'tat goes wit' it. An who might ye be yerself?"
Post by Brandy Peaches on Jan 5, 2015 16:00:59 GMT -5
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What's the dress code she asked / You'll look fine he said / What part of FINE is a dress code answer! / Formal ball gowns Professor! / FORMAL EVENT DRESS GDI WHY!
Demi's lower lip was pulled back over her bottom teeth as her tongue worked on rubbing off her meticilously applied sugar cane lipstick. She couldn't help but continue to eyeball the silver and blue gift wrap and the cranberry colored stocking stuffer in front of her. Choices, choices so many choices. Oh how cute, he was concerned over his last minute suit purchase. With a hand touching her chest as she leaned forward a bit and looked up through her lashes as she made sure to assure her blue and silver wrapped Christmas gift he was perfectly on the level. ' My first set of panties are in the sink waiting on a wringing. I'd say you got your money's worth.' she nodded in a 'just so you know' whisper to promote his self confidence. At least he wasn't dressed in one of her step-mothers hand me downs. 'Yeah, like somebody I know.'
Brandy had to her resist the urge to roll her eyes and rehash how under-dressed she was for the occasion. She wondered if Terraria would get the hint if she got him a coal paperweight. Then again, he was barely ever at the office she could probably bank on it being discovered some six months down the line with the bow and tag still attached. Meanwhile the wavering number nine in front of her was doing his best to pay her a compliment. Luckily for her he seemed to shake off the moment he slipped into his slur and recover just enough for her to follow that sweet potato accent to the end.
"Yer quite welcome, lass! It'd be a shame fer me 'ta not tell a lovey such as yerself what other 'ave surely told her before!"
Her cheeks colored allowing her to actually feel the heat working up under her eyes which darted down in a zig zag to the floor as she muttered out a soft, "Thank you." Not wanting to slip into an awkward one sided silence her finger rose up to hesitantly point at him returning the compliment as best she could. "I uh, I like your flower." she murmured. Her eyes slowly glanced back up at him through her mascara allowing a smile to tug at the corner of her lips before they split showing a white line of her teeth.
There was no doubt, he was cute maybe she wasn't totally outclassed. Maybe interns were supposed to be the butt of the joke and show up less formal then the rest. It would allow them to stand out more so people to say hello or introduce themselves. She blinked at the sudden thought which even shocked herself. Could it be this was League Christmas tradition? If that was it then maybe Terraria wasn't so much of a jerk after all.
'Oh. . . . My . . . God.'
. . . Well that could've sounded better, even if it was in her head. The tone was clearly shock and awe laced with a clear coat of 'You have got to be kidding me.' Brandy was almost afraid to ask, 'Brace yourself. ' Yep, the fear was real. 'Celebrity prom queen incoming.' . . .
Prom queen? What was she- The thought and all normal bodily functions stopped or suddenly warped into a slow motion crawl for Brandy. Honey glazed eyes watched the platinum blond glide across the floor, glittering like one of those expensive crystal icicle collectors ornaments from one of the upscale jewelry store commercials that only ran during the holiday season.
The dress fit her curves, the delicate glimmer sewn onto the material and sheer sweeping train with that smooth fox smile that looked perfect against her pale skin. She was like one those porcelaine figures, the kind you found inside those delicate and expensive snow globes.
'We still hate Terraria right?' 'Yep.' Brandy glanced down diverting her eyes, if she was lucky the woman was just going for the buffet table and was actually someones wife or date that was there. Maybe she was one of the League's big wigs wife, it would explain the one backless dressed lady she saw earlier who looked vexed to be there. Maybe they were spousal rivals and she was the new meat that took her place. A bitter ex jealousy brewing amongst the holiday schnapps waiting to be set a flame.
"Nice to see you've arrived well, Mr. Brook."
Or she could be matching piece to her favorite present.
"Pardon, am I interrupting?"
It took all Brandy had not to let Demi fight her way out of her mouth and start something. When Brook glanced at her she bit her tongue. Please don't do it. 'Please don't say it...' 'He's gonna do it.' 'Nooohoohoo.' 'Yeessshesshess.' they both whimpered wallowing in their own versions of self pity.
"No, I don't think so. There's no need to call me Mr. Brook, you can call me by my first name, Madeline."
Madeline?! He called her was Madeline?! Yeah it was her name but...Wait. Why was she getting jealous? They could just be friends and- the soft smokey eye shadow and cat like eye liner gave way to a pink petal blush on a flawless high cheekbone that swept down to a graceful neck and ballerina shoulders. Yeah, ..no. even she couldn't just be friends with that. 'It's a perfect set.' Demi said while holding up two bell shaped Christmas cookies like they were wedding stationary and clinked them together. 'Watch as they ring in the New Year together.'
"Brandy, eh? I'm guessin' ye like yer name sake, righto?" The accent was the only thing that pulled her out of her unconventional staring in time to see another elegant glass being handed her way by the younger and much hotter version of Kris Kringle. "Yep." she said not even comprehending the question completely, at this point she didn't care. He knew herfirst name. Brandy stared down at the second pretty cocktail to find its place in her hand. The cheery translucent liquid with the orange zest looked like something she'd seen Nikita drinking.
"I'm Bailey Finnigan, Professor o'-" the hiccups cut him off as she watched his nose and cheeks take on a merry hue before continuing, "Professor o' Sound at yer service."
"How are you liking the ball so far? The League went all out with their decorations this year, didn't they?"
Caught between the DJ Professor and listening to her pretty present talk to his little matching cookie tin, she found herself experiencing a new level of Holiday hell. Was this what adults progressively went through? No wonder they got less and less excited over the coming of Christmas.
The cup rose up to her lips as the pungent aroma of alochol wafted up her nose. She didn't care if it was illegal at this point, it was like she was generic candy cane amongst the traditonal and new Christmas collectors editions, she needed something to take the edge off. Brandy's eyes flickered up from over the rim of the glass to Bailey letting them smile at him as she tipped her head back taking at least half of the liquid comfort down and slowly swallowing as she sucked her teeth clean.
"Sound huh?" she said with a smack of her lips and a straight rod of confidence holding her up to carry on descent conversation. "Finnigan," she spoke his last name as if she were mulling it over. "What all does...sound do? Are you a ...com-pose..er or something?"
Honestly she had no idea what all a sound Professor did. If anything the position "Professor of Sound" sounded wack to her and more of a DJ's alias. 'Untiss Untiss Untiss baby'. Demi teased as she came back from the buffet table with one of the cookie trays. 'What are you doing with that?' 'Eating it.' 'All of it?' 'Yeah, why?' 'Why?' 'It's a comfort. I need comfort, this is hell and I swear that if there's a mistletoe somewhere and they end up under it ONE of those ice sculptures is going down.' 'You wouldn't dare!' 'Look, I either snap the ice swans neck or I snap the cookie tins. Your choice, I'm going for the one that isn't going to get us fired.' 'I don't need to be stared at anymore then I already am!' 'Oh trust me they're not looking anymore. The cookie tin queen has that covered.'
Brandy turned her head to look at the decorated Christmas tree she stood beside and crossed her hand under her chest while the glass dangled up in her finger tips hovering by her collar bone in typical cocktail conversation fashion. Amber eyes glanced over at Brook once more sweeping him from head to toe before taking another sip. Well, at least she gets to enjoy the view, most of them here were all above a 6 in their evening wear. She shifted her weight to one foot and did a soft hip wiggle to the music of Brenda Lee's Rockin around the Christmas Tree that was playing in the background and coming to a close.
Post by Elric Caulfield on Jan 6, 2015 18:01:32 GMT -5
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will you still love me when i'm no longer young and
Beautiful?
“
Elric hadn't wanted to attend in the first place, but low and behold, his sister had convinced him to do something for the umpteenth time. Or maybe it was Arabella who had finally pounded the idea into his skull. He couldn't blame either of them, though. He'd been part of the League for a few months and had met literally no one. He'd holed himself up in Bayonada and started work on his gym almost instantly, working days at an engineering firm and nights on the small island he called his gym. He knew they were only trying to help him make a name for himself, so he honestly didn't take any of their comments to heart.
Instead, he kicked himself into gear. He had gone shopping earlier in the week for the perfect dress wear, settling on a very deep emerald suit, complete with a silvery-white vest and a crimson bow tie. He'd pulled his hair up into a simple ponytail, tying it off with a festive ribbon to suit the holiday. He never had been a fan of Christmas, but maybe he could make an exception for a single night. What did he really have to lose, after all?
Golden eyes scanned the building from the outside, taking in the sheer detail of the place. If the League could afford this, he could only imagine what the inside looked like. He wasn't at all disappointed by what he found, either. He took a few moments to observe the party, watching the women in their gowns dancing or mingling. Very few ladies remained at the tables. Instead, they were populated with mostly men, not that that bothered Elric. No, not in the slightest.
Stepping up toward the front table with a collected expression on his face, he gave the lady his name, watching her looking him blatantly up and down before attempting to hand him his gift back. "Actually, if you don't mind, I'll pick that up when I leave," he mused smoothly, receiving a slow nod of comprehension. Elric lifted a single blue eyebrow, smirking slightly and shaking his head, "Have a lovely evening, miss."
And with that, he was off. Right to the very back where the drinks were. He wasn't a drinker. In fact, he was looking specifically for the non alcoholic drinks. He settled for a spiced punch, holding his glass firmly in one hand while he turned to observe the floor again. The group to his side caught his eye and he turned his head slightly, eyebrow lifted in interest. There was a man and woman dressed in blue, a seemingly intoxicated man in white and red, and another lady in a short, red dress. Feeling as if he'd caught at least one individual's gaze, he gave a very slow nod and a warm smile, hesitantly turning his gaze back toward the floor.
Now that he was here, he truly didn't know what to do. He didn't know a single individual, and he wasn't the greatest people person. Then again, who was an all around warm and loving person to others? His brow furrowing, he tried not to think on it, simply busying himself with watching people glide across the dance floor. His gaze settled on a lonely looking woman across the way at a table, but he was far too nervous to just walk up and introduce himself. It hadn't ended well the last time he'd tried something like that, that was for sure.
He stifled a small sigh.
For the love of Arceus, this was going to drag all night, wasn't it?
Right. They knew each other. No need for Mister and Miss anymore. It was a habit, really - Wulfric and her, while they were colleagues and even friends at times, were not that close. More often than not, they had some small bicker and then turned very happy when they remembered that they had separate shifts for the Gym. That, or Wulfric would go off to the Pokemon village. They never stayed mad at each other - they were friendly enough - but it had always been a habit to call Wulfric by the title of Mister. Something she'd have to get used to not doing with Brook.
She shifted her goodie bag as she began to reply to Brook, her polite tone melting into something warmer, more casual. "Right - sorry. It's a habit from Wulfric. Brook it is." She smiled, nodding in agreement. The ball was totally her style - she had never attended things like these before, at least not of this scale. She was certainly enjoying the chance to let out a bit of that inner fabulous - not that she kept it wound up normally, anyway. "I, for one, am loving the ball - the wintery theme and the grandiose is really welcoming, and it is my first one. Plus, it gives me the chance to wear the old dress." She added.
The other man, however, the red-head... Well, she didn't take too well to his drunkeness. She had expected some people to be somewhat inebriated, but still, it was unpleasant. Not because of him - she was apt enough to separate his own actions from her own emotions, he hadn't done anything wrong. It just reminded her of bad times. She was doing her best to keep those memories locked up, quiet in their own little box. It was working, at least. Somewhat.
Taking a sip from her eggnog, she replied to the guy "Aherm - I'm Madeline Flanoir, Co-Leader of the Bosky Ice Gym. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She introduced herself, curtsying somewhat to avoid the possible extension of a handshake.
Now, Madeline had always been very observant - it was one of her most prized skills, the one she had tried to hone, both as a Trainer and as a person. So it didn't take too long for the Snow Queen to notice that the other girl, the one that Brook had been talking to... she was looking at Madeline weird. What was that emotion? No, it wasn't envy... Not as bad as dislike, certainly not hatred... jealousy? Why would she be jealous of he-
The Gym Leader's clear blue eyes wandered to Brook, then back to the girl, then back to Brook, and finally landed back onto the girl.
Oh, this was so canon. This ship has sailed, and Madeline was the captain.
With a soft smile, and a quick step, Madeline entered the conversation fully - she filled in an open seat next to Brandy, a giggle in her eyes. She felt much more comfortable now, with someone she knew and with something to focus on. They were so cute together! It had to be canon, right? Right?
"I really like your dress - it makes you look beautiful." Mentioned Madeline to Brandy, hoping that a compliment would be the best way to diffuse the situation. Also, because it was true - while she didn't necessarily understand the near-lab-coat-coat, the red-on-white was not only thematic, but very flattering.
Post by Amber Kazuki on Jan 9, 2015 21:38:59 GMT -5
Ain't it fun ain't it fun baby now you're one of us
More people began to pour into the ballroom and Amber shifted in her seat. And still, not a single person she knew. Her eyes followed some of the people as they gathered around one table and began chatting away with each other. Part of her wished she had the guts to get up and introduce herself to them, but then again, that wasn't really her. She just wished she could do that, but Amber, despite having some courage, wasn't that brave. Instead, she crossed her legs and continued to watch the front door.
Another young man walked in, looking around at the ballroom and seemed almost just as nervous as she did if not more. He passed most of the people and made his way over to the drink table, picking up a glass and observing the rest of the people. Amber caught his gaze and she stared back for a moment longer than she needed to before smiling and waving slightly at him. By the looks of it, he seemed new to the League as well. Well, that made two of them, didn't it? Maybe this was her chance. She took another sip from her glass and stood up, brushing her dress down and walking over to Elric.
She didn't want to see too straight forward, because she wasn't by no means, instead Amber refilled her punch glass. Raising the glass to her lips to take another sip, she eyed Elric and smiled. "The League went all out for the ball, didn't they?" She asked, smiling lightly at the young man. She found herself a little more comfortable speaking up to him, maybe it was because he wasn't in the middle of a group or anything, not to mention he seemed approachable. At least to her. She hoped that maybe she broke the ice and start getting to know more of the League members. "Oh, I'm uh Amber Kazuki, the new Dragon gym leader in Shui." Amber said, introducing herself as she swapped her glass to her left hand, offering her right for a handshake.
Professors receive 1x Initial Evolution, 1x Final Evolution, 1x Item Evolution, and an Evolutionary Item or Stone of their choice!
This was something she enjoyed. 
Right. They knew each other. No need for Mister and Miss anymore. It was a habit, really - Wulfric and her, while they were colleagues and even friends at times, were not that close. More often than not, they had some small bicker and then turned very happy when they remembered that they had separate shifts for the Gym. That, or Wulfric would go off to the Pokemon village. They never stayed mad at each other - they were friendly enough - but it had always been a habit to call Wulfric by the title of Mister. Something she'd have to get used to not doing with Brook. 
