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The moment they were out from the desert, Stellar released her Sawsbuck and Mightyena, recalling both Archeops back to the ball after a round of adoration and thanks.
"This is Wystra, we'll be riding her. The Mightyena is Lyshra, and she'll keep an eye out for anything."
It was a defensive travel combo, and in any case, if they were attacked, they would be somewhat prepared. Ly has sharp ears and eyes after all, and the Mightyena tilted her head, looking up at them with an eager smile.
And that's how they came here, Stellar offering the ride to Etta. Wys can run pretty fast too, and she was used to being Stellar's ride.
Now that they are here in Fallarbor....
"Wow," Stellar breath softly. There's nothing much to see, but it's still a new town, and it's interesting. The one that stood out is obviously the contest hall, standing by the side of the road. Everything else is pretty standard, bare bones. Stellar patted the Sawsbuck lightly on the neck, and the Pokemon slowed down to a comfortable trot.
"Etta," she turned around to face the second rider, "....Do you know anywhere we can get tea?" Hesitant, almost as though as she forgot how to ask these kind of questions.
Beside the Sawsbuck, Ly stood proud, the Mightyena's tail wagging. Wys, on the other hand, tilted her head almost questioningly; Stellar is letting her guard down?
Post by Etta Rassul on May 31, 2013 10:50:54 GMT -5
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tag stell words 283 notewelcome to fallarbor~ (etta might get a phone call at some point, btw)
I can feel it
in my bones
Etta had been completely surprised by the precautions Stell took when they were out of the desert, though she had hidden her reaction well. Where was she from, anyway? She had never seen someone so . . . tactically prepared.
Not that she was against it, necessarily. It was a smart way to travel. But still, these were well-traveled paths. Ten-year-olds went on their League journey by themselves here. Threats weren't exactly rampant.
"Etta . . . Do you know anywhere we can get tea?" She sounded almost . . . nervous?
Etta smiled warmly. Stell must have been pretty used to traveling alone, too. It would certainly explain some of her caution. Maybe she missed being around people?
"Lemme think for a sec . . . Huh, yeah, there's a pretty nice cafe near the contest hall. You can sit in a sunroom on the second floor that has a nice view of the ash falling on the fields."
She and her father had eaten their a couple of times while they were in town for the contests. She remembered eating ice cream sundaes in the sunroom while he explained the finer points of the competitions. Then she would watch the ash fall while he typed up notes and sent messages to the new station back home.
It was strange, thinking of how long it had really been since she'd been here. It felt almost as though the whole town should have changed while she was far away, growing up. But looking at it now, everything looked more or less the same.
"That sound alright?" she asked Stell, breaking her reverie and smiling down at Lyshra, thinking of her Mightyena back home.
("Lemme think for a sec . . . Huh, yeah, there's a pretty nice cafe near the contest hall. You can sit in a sunroom on the second floor that has a nice view of the ash falling on the fields.")
That sounds...beautiful. Absolutely beautiful and extremely tempting.
"That sounds wonderful," Stellar agreed amiably. Let's see, it's near the contest hall, right? "Wys? Near the contest hall, please?" The Sawsbuck's ears perked up, and she let out a grunt. Her trot was light and playful, Wystra tossing her head and putting an almost excitable look on her face.
Lyshra yapped playfully, being smart enough to keep a good distance to not get kicked by the trotting Sawsbuck. In a few moments, they reach their destination...or sort of. There are a few cafes around after all.
"Which one?" Stellar tilted her head. She's already fiddling with Wystra's pokeball; once Etta points out which cafe it is, she would return the Sawsbuck. "Do they allow Pokemon inside the cafe?"
It never hurts to ask. Some places don't allow it after all. If yes, Lyshra is staying out. The Mightyena is well behaved enough, and Stellar could treat it a little. She have plans to treat all her Pokemon after she explored the town a little, after this, if time allows.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 31, 2013 12:29:08 GMT -5
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tag stell words 233 note these smilies are adorable.
I can feel it
in my bones
Etta smiled as their little group moved toward the cafe. Stell's pokemon seemed to be in a good mood, and the festive atmosphere of the moment mostly made up for the whole desert incident.
They came near the contest hall, which was in fact surrounded by small cafes and bistros.
"Which one?" Stell asked.
Etta looked around for a moment, comparing the buildings to the one in her memory, before finally spotting it on the far side of the contest hal, slightly hidden by a line of flowering trees.
"Right over there," she said, pointing to a light green building, very country-looking, with lots of windows at the front and a circular upper floor ringed by a white deck. A couple of trainers were sitting on a bench out front, drinking lemonade, and Etta could see more customers seated inside.
They began heading toward it.
"Do they allow Pokemon inside the cafe?"
"Uh-huh. Lots of coordinators take their Pokemon there. I think they even have Pokemon menus."
It had delighted her, when she was little. It was a chance to see so many Pokemon that were still new to her.
Eclair and Cleave would get a kick out of it, now. They could both be such divas - getting served dishes catered to Pokemon was right up their alley.
"I'm sure they can bring something outside for Wystra, if she'd like," Etta added.
Etta's last sentence made Stellar paused for a moment. Dare she? Bringing out her whole team would be dangerous, though. It's like announcing to the world what she have in her hand, giving them the advantage.
So she suppose, no.
Stellar simply can't feel secure enough, fidgeting and flinching at that idea alone. She would have allowed Wystra to eat, but that means leaving her outside. Wystra would panic. Maybe she'll treat Sam and Plume later, but the rest she'll treat in somewhere private, preferably in the wild where they could hide.
"It's alright," Stellar slowly slide of Wystra's back. Already the Pokemon is flicking her ears nervously, as if wondering she'll be left outside. Stellar shook her head lightly to console the Sawsbuck, who is extremely dependent of her trainer due to her history. The woman patted Wystra lightly, looking up at Etta to see if she needs help coming down.
As soon as she came down, Stellar returned Wystra to her pokeball. One could almost hear an audible sigh from the Sawsbuck, but it would just be the wind. Lyshra just let out a yap, eagerly circling Stellar and Etta.
"Let's go in," Stellar smiled, her eyes having a little eager sparkle in them. The ashes falling is still tempting to see.
Stellar waits for Etta to lead, because the other woman obviously knows this place better than her.
Post by Etta Rassul on May 31, 2013 18:50:47 GMT -5
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tag stell words 326 note >.< The smiley worked at first ~ oh well
I can feel it
in my bones
"It's alright," Stell said as she and Etta slipped down from Wystra. The Sawsbuck was returned to her Pokeball, looking almost relieved, if Etta had to guess. Maybe she was wary of people, or didn't like being left alone.
She offered her hand to Lyshra to be sniffed, the Mightyena running about them in excitement. She wondered what hers was doing, back in Olivine City. Probably taking a nap, with no more children to keep him awake at all hours of the day. Or maybe he had finally managed to contrive a meeting with that lady Ninetales from town. That would be nice. He was getting old enough to be settling down, with a litter of adorable little vulpixes scampering around . . .
"Let's go in," Stell said.
She looks excited. That's nice. They must have been about the same age, but Etta was developing a little bit of an older-sister feeling toward her. She seemed like the type who might need a bit of cheering up.
Etta led the way into the cafe, and was delighted to find that it was exactly as she remembered it: an eclectic and charming mix of small-town diner and upper class bistro. The floor plan was bright and airy - pastel green walls and light-stained hardwood floors - with a central counter lined with bar stools on one end and a dessert display on the other. About a dozen groups of trainers and their pokemon filled the smattering of booths and tables throughout the large main room. Small vases full of wildflowers decorated each table, and original paintings of pokemon and Hoenn landscapes adorned the walls.
On the left side of the room was a white spiral staircase, leading up to the cafe's upper seating area.
A young man in a crisp white shirt and khaki dress pants approached them with menus, and invited them to sit wherever they liked.
Lyshra sniffed at Etta' hand, perking up at the extremely faint scent of another Mightyena. She tilted her head oddly, wasn't sure if that Mightyena is a wild one, or just so happen the scent clung on to the woman. Then, Ly is back to hopping about, slowing down in a more eager walk when they walked into the cafe.
The cafe is charming, Stellar mused, looking around. Unconsciously, she's already taking note of where to go in case they were attacked; her eyes gleamed calculatingly as she made a good sweep of their surroundings. There seems to be one main entrance, a little harder to move around with so many tables and people nearby. Her best bet is to either smash the wall, to escape, but that would be dooming the people inside. Maybe run up and crash through the windows there....
Stellar snapped out of her thought process as the man came and approach them about where they would like to sit, together with the menus. On one hand Stellar played with a pokeball, Sam's pokeball. She rolled it in her fingers slowly, allowing the Archeops to take note of the surrounding as well. Lyshra was near them, sniffing on the ground, looking about.
"Upstairs sounds great, can we?" Stellar smiled, taking that moment to shift Sam's pokeball to her other hand, letting him see the other side instead. "I really want to see ash falling." Half the story, good enough.
The waiter lead them upstairs, bringing them to a small table for two.
TAG Etta
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
OOC :: I'm so bad with general cafe surrounding descriptions >_<
Post by Etta Rassul on Jun 1, 2013 20:29:54 GMT -5
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tag stell words 330 note pfft. me writing a description of something: "huh, that sounds cool. let's add it in!!!"
I can feel it
in my bones
"I'll check back with you ladies in a few minutes," the waiter said with a smile, turning and leaving them to their table.
The second floor was even more open than the first, circular in shape with just a dozen or so booths and tables positioned by the large windows. Back near the staircase was a counter stacked with complimentary sample snacks and lemon water.
Through the windows was a picturesque view of the east side of Fallarbor, and beyond that the ash fields, where grey-white flakes were fluttering down like snow. There was a couple standing out on the deck - the man pointing toward the ash, turning to say something to the woman, who seemed to cut him off and begin to laugh.
The tables had moved around a little, but Etta thought she remembered about where she and her father had used to sit. It was very close to where they were settling in now.
Smiling absently, Etta shrugged out of her jacket it and hung it on the back of her chair, then unclipped her two Pokeballs from her belt.
"Alright guys, time for some lunch," she said, releasing Cleave and Eclair.
Eclair yawned and looked around, before hopping up into the booth and drawing a menu over.
Cleave did what Cleave usually did.
It took him all of three seconds to realize that they were in the company of an unfamiliar woman, and then another two seconds to get up on the table, and then in the blink of an eye he'd affected a little bow and was offering his hand to Stell.
"Cleave would like to say that he's delighted to meet you, and that he offers his services while you're in our company," Etta said, rolling her eyes and shrugging at Stell. Cleave said something in Ralts, still bowing. Etta added in a whisper, "He's a duke. Or an earl. Maybe in line for some throne. Something dashing like that. I humor him."
Sitting at the table, Stellar take a good look at the current surroundings, again. The second floor is thankfully more open, and Stellar thinks that if she needs to escape, the second floor is probably one of the easiest. The large windows will be easy to crash out of, and the deck is a good place to fly out without causing much destruction.
And the falling ashes are simply magnificent. Stellar let out a little pleased sigh at the scene; there's something hypnotizing about it all. Lyshra placed her head on Stellar's knee, relaxing at it all.
Stellar rested her chin on her hand, watching as Etta let out all her Pokemon. "Are those your only Pokemon?" she asked, blinking. They don't seem very safe to travel with, but it took Stellar a moment to berate herself. It must be very safe in this region if Etta could travel around with a team like that alone.
Stellar was a little taken back at the Ralts, but a smile widened on her face. This is really cute. Really, really cute.
"Thank you Cleave," Stellar shook the Ralt's hand gently, unsure of what to really reply with. She giggled a little, looking at Etta. "It's pretty cute though." Stellar whispered back.
Lyshra stood up on her hind legs, paws on Stellar's knees to look at the new Pokemon. Stellar took the menu, on the other hand, to skim through it. "Is their spaghetti here good?" she asked.
Turning to Lyshra, she patted the dark Pokemon. "What would you like, Ly? I see some bacon strips and chicken in the Pokemon Menu. Would you like that?" Lyshra perked up at the words 'bacon' and 'chicken', wagging her tail.
TAG Etta
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
OOC :: At least they all makes sense together. I think. Lol.
Post by Etta Rassul on Jun 2, 2013 11:56:24 GMT -5
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tag stell words 347 notemwahaha character development time
I can feel it
in my bones
"Are those your only Pokemon?" Stell asked, looking a bit surprised.
Etta shrugged, smiling a bit. "I used to have others, but I'm not technically a trainer, right now."
Most of her other Pokemon had been given to young trainers just starting out from Olivine City. Eclair was her best friend, though, and her first Pokemon - they were inseparable. And Etta had made a promise to Cleave, when they first met in Saffron, so they were together for the duration. Not that she really minded.
She smiled wryly, watching Stell and Cleave interact. Stell didn't seem weirded out at all, thankfully. In fact, she it appeared that she enjoyed his antics.
"It's pretty cute, though," she whispered, and Etta nodded slightly, having to agree. Cleave was just so tiny, and because of his breed, often mistaken for a girl. So the dashing prince act was definitely something to behold.
Etta started browsing her menu, zeroing in on a chicken dish with lots of rice and spices, while Cleave and Eclair scoured their own options.
Almost to herself, she said, "But no steak . . . guess I shouldn't have expected it . . . steak's kinda heavy for this place." She sighed. "Steak. Maybe in another restaurant."
"Is their spaghetti here good?" Stell asked.
Etta looked up. "Never tried it, but I bet it is. The head chef here used to be some big-shot at a hotel in Goldenrod."
Stell turned to Lyshra. "What would you like, Ly? I see some bacon strips and chicken in the Pokemon Menu. Would you like that?"
Etta watched the two silently. Stell seemed to be letting up her constant guard a little bit, now, though Etta had caught her scanning the room earlier, as though assessing the area in case of some emergency. It was the same look she'd seen trainers giving a terrain-intensive battle stadium set-up.
Hm . . . well, now was a good a time as any. And she was curious about her new friend's background.
"So, Stell, have you been in Hoenn long?" she asked.
So Etta isn't a trainer now, Stellar mused. A civilian, then, a retired trainer? She seemed a little to young to retire, so Stellar guessed that Etta might just be taking a break, or maybe is into contests or such.
("So, Stell, have you been in Hoenn long?")
Stellar patted Lyshra, silently thinking how to answer that. It could be dangerous, it could be not. Her Mightyena look up at her with wide eyes, as if understanding what she's thinking. Lyshra gave her a small coo, pulling Stellar's attention back to earth and towards the Pokemon.
Lyshra.
A Mightyena.
Stellar blinked, remembering the first kill ever in her life; she had killed a Mightyena then, and even till now, she struggles to accept that Lyshra is not like the Mightyena she had killed. That she had interfered in a hunting session and got so angry. That the prey she saved is what the Sawsbuck was, once upon a time, that Deerling.
She had come here to heal, right? To trust again? What's better than to at least try and start?
"I just came here recently, maybe for about a few months," she said, looking up to look at Etta, "It's nice here. Peaceful." She patted her thanks to Lyshra, playing with a patch of the Mightyena's fur. "Are you born in Hoenn, Etta?" There was a slight, vulnerable one to her voice. When was the last time she was....so honest?
The waiter came over. Stellar started, before quietly gave him her orders, and the waiter waited slightly for Etta's orders.
Post by Etta Rassul on Jun 2, 2013 16:36:13 GMT -5
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tag stell words 307 notebaaaackstoryyyy~
I can feel it
in my bones
Why does it seem so hard for her to answer? Where has she been, up until now?
Etta watched a range of undefinable emotions pass across her face as she considered the question. And then she looked at Lyshra with such a . . . pained expression. Etta almost regretted asking her anything. They could have just eaten a nice lunch and humored Cleave's antics all afternoon.
Come on, Etta, you know what they say about curiosity . . . But she had made it her business to be curious, about everything. Traveling the world and asking questions, going where she wasn't supposed to. And the sad fact was, that she would do it whether she was being paid or not. It didn't matter that she didn't know what she was trying to find.
Etta fiddled with the edge of her menu, Cleave and Eclair chattering about something off to her right.
Finally, Stell seemed to come to a resolution of some kind, and she looked up at Etta.
"I just came here recently, maybe for about a few months. It's nice here. Peaceful," she explained. ". . . Are you born in Hoenn, Etta?"
Just then, the waiter returned. The women ordered, and passed on what their pokemon would like. He left them with some lemon water and a basket of bread sticks, and went back downstairs.
Etta poured herself some water, and took a sip.
"No, I'm actually from Johto," she said, feeling like she owed Stell some information, herself, even though they had still barely spoken about the past. "I was born there, then lived in Kanto for a few years. Now I'm just traveling. I came to Hoenn with my father when I was little, so I know my way around, somewhat."
She wondered where Stell was from, but felt hesitant to ask.
Stellar listened to Etta, pondering over it. Quite similar to her own back story, though she is sure the details would be far different. These regions here doesn't look like they have been touch by war one bit.
But, so much trust.
Etta could speak of her history with barely a flinch, and Stellar finds herself slightly envious of that. It's almost sad. Stellar was like that, one upon a time, back when she was so much more younger.
And it had costed her.
"....I'm born in Hoenn myself, Foretree," Stellar took one of the bread sticks, nibbling on it to release some nervous energy, "But I wasn't raised there. My family moved to a faraway region when I was younger. Now I travel too."
She smiled at Etta, giggling softly in her head at the curious look on Etta's face. It occurred to her that that might just be dangerous in so many different ways, but Stellar had already steel her nerves for this one moment, with the thought of 'you only live once'. She'll deal with the consequences later, if there is any; she only hoped that they won't be heavy, hard consequences to bear.
"...You sound curious about where I come from," Stellar chuckled softly. On her knee, Lyshra gratefully chowed down on the remaining bread stick that Stellar had opted to give. The Mightyena's relaxed stance helped Stellar in this...confession.
The Mightyena, out of all her Pokemon, was one of the last ones to join her team, closer to the end of the war, so the Pokemon isn't as wary or traumatize as the remaining of her team. In a way she's the most untouched one, out of all of them, from the war, thus her playful antics.
It's a kind of therapy, perhaps, to have her in the team.
Post by Etta Rassul on Jun 2, 2013 20:30:27 GMT -5
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tag stell words 320 notespeed-wrote that one XP
I can feel it
in my bones
" . . . I was born in Hoenn, myself. Fortree."
Etta nodded. "Fortree's gorgeous. It was my favorite place my father and I visited."
All those treehouses. It had amazed her, because she had always wanted a treehouse at home, and here was a whole community of them.
"But I wasn't raised there. My family moved to a faraway region when I was younger. Now I travel too," Stell explained, after finishing a bit of her breadstick.
A faraway region? Like, Unova? No, she must have meant somewhere else - one of those place far beyond the ocean, on the other side of the world. Her mother being a news reported, Etta had sometimes heard snippets of stories about those places: some much not different than here, and than others . . . countries locked in brutal conflict, civil wars, massive arms races, Pokemon battling to the death . . .
Could that be . . . Could she have been . . . ?
Wouldn't that explain some things about her?
Etta kept her face straight, or at least schooled it into something that didn't look alarmed, taking another sip of her lemon water and then reaching for her own breadstick. Cleave hefted her one of the thick, cloth napkins, with some effort.
"Thank you."
He bowed, and then went back to talking with Eclair. They seemed to glance at Lyshra every once in awhile.
". . . You sound curious about where I come from," Stell said, with a chuckle, and Etta laughed too, and shrugged.
"Curiosity's becoming something of a defining feature of mine," Etta admitted jovially. "It's not always very becoming."
She thought for a moment.
"You don't have to tell me anything, if you don't want to." She smiled warmly, looking down at her hands, resting on the table. "This was just supposed to be a light lunch, after all. It should be fun."
("Fortree's gorgeous. It was my favorite place my father and I visited.")
That's one of the reasons for her choice to come to Hoenn, of all regions, first. "I don't remember what Foretree looks like," Stellar confessed lightly. She had been taken away far too young then, and the only memories she had of that place is green, green, green. She's determined to go and see what her birthplace is like, for once. Not from another person's description.
Stellar took a sip from her own lemon water, watching Etta's expression. For a moment, the other woman doesn't look lie any of their current conversation is surprising or anything, but then, Stellar had an inkling that just perhaps, Etta is keeping her face straight a slight too long, as if by force. But then, it is possible that it is just her paranoia, so Stellar forcefully shrug the thought from her mind.
She distracted herself by watching Cleave act like a gentleman, which, to Stellar is really still quite utterly adorable.
"Curiosity is fine," Stellar chuckled lightly, "It could save your life, in the correct situations, of course." No one cares how annoying curiosity can be if in said situation, one is trying or survival after all. Everything is fair then.
"Hmm," Stellar sipped her water again, unsure of what to react to Etta's warm suggestion. She really do owe it to Etta, in a way. But the other woman is right too, this is meant to be a light lunch. It is really unbecoming to turn said lunch to some sort of therapy session. Stellar chided herself on that one.
'Your orders?' the waiter came over with their food.
Stellar thanked the man. "Let's eat," she smiled at Etta. Slowly, she picked up a meatball with her fingers and gave them to Ly, who ate them up gratefully.
TAG Etta
CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
OOC :: You know what would be cool? If that they separate ways now, then sometime in the future, they meet on the road once more. Etta could either be attacked by someone, and Stellar jumped in, attacking the attacker brutally, violently. OR, Stellar could be attacked by someone and before Etta could jump in she finished them off, nearly killing them before Etta stopped her. Either way, charrie development. What do you think?
