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Post by Brook Styles on Jan 11, 2015 11:01:25 GMT -5
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
"Right - sorry. It's a habit from Wulfric. Brook it is."
He smiled softly at Madeline and nodded. He knew how Wulfric could be at times and couldn't really blame her. But he wasn't Wulfric. If anything, Brook wanted to be on good terms with his co-leader, despite the fact she was thrown at him rather randomly. The two of them had been working together for a little more than three months now, and he was slowly beginning to learn more about her. However, it was a little hard, considering that they had different gym schedules and were positioned in different part of the gym. But at least events like these were helpful.
"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."
Old dress? Brook found himself staring for a moment longer than intended, though some could take it the wrong way, he was just surprised. That was an old dress? To him, the dress seemed almost brand new. It fit the winter theme almost perfectly, and also fit Madeline extremely well. But part of him wasn't surprised. Madeline always dressed elegantly and seemed to be the polite type. But she was warming up to others slowly. "It's very beautiful." Brook said, nodding slightly with a smile.
He turned towards Bailey and Brandy when Madeline introduced herself to the professor of sound. So that's who he was. Though Brook was seemingly ignored by the professor, he nodded in greeting towards the red headed man. "Sound huh? Finnigan, What all does...sound do? Are you a ...com-pose..er or something?"
'Huh, still hasn't learned much, has she?' The little floating chibi came back from the snack table, holding a plate full of cookies and nothing else. He stuck to Brook's head as he munched away, his eyes glued onto the other chibi who was in the room. Lil B held out his plate full of cookies with a grin. 'I got three of everything!'
As he took another sip of his punch, Brook's eyes drifted between Bailey and Brandy. He really doubted that the professor was going to try to do anything, given his personality so far and that he was in a public area. So why was he so worried? And what was he even worried about. Blue eyes fell onto Brandy as she stared back at him, and Brook didn't even notice what he was doing. 'You're checking her out.' Before he knew it, Brook mentally snapped out of his thoughts. He brought the glass back up to his lips and looked off towards the dance floor. 'Oh, you SO were! You were looking her from head to toe!' The chibi snickered, eyes wandering over to Madeline who seemed to notice it too. Oh, maybe, just maybe, she could help get these two love struck dummies to do something.
"I really like your dress - it makes you look beautiful."
Brook's gaze drifted back to Madeline and Brandy, part of him curious how she was going to take the compliment. Though she tried to hide it, he couldn't help but feel his compliment wasn't taken seriously. 'Oh, it wasn't. Trust me. I'm a PRO at things like this.' If Brook could, he'd roll the chibi up into a ball and hit him with a bat.
Post by Miguel Hidalgo on Jan 13, 2015 0:55:58 GMT -5
AS SOON AS THE LIGHTS GO DOWN
THE SHADOWS ARE ON YOUR SIDE
The Silverbell Ball.
While Miguel had been to a few balls in his time since he had been formally adopted by the Hidalgos, this was the first one he had been invited to that was not because of his surname. He had been unsure of how well the League was able to host a ball, but he had heard good things about last year’s ball and he did need to socialize and meet other people in this region other than the inhabitants of Iceburgh so he had decided to go despite his misgivings.
Upon stepping inside after leaving his gift bag at the reception area to be picked up later for when he left, he was absolutely delighted to have his misgivings be proven wrong. The decoration looked simply divine and he loved the music that was softly playing in the background. People were milling about in tuxes and dresses, talking amongst themselves and having a good time, adding to the cheery yet sophisticated atmosphere that lingered about the area.
Why, the entire set-up was so charming that he had to purposely turn off his usual Aura sense in order to prevent himself from being overloaded with positive emotions from everyone around him. There was no sense in trying to blind himself or worse while looking for possible threats that might crash the party. He had no intention to do so himself and he hadn’t heard anything about any other possible villain that had plans to crash it.
Besides, he was here to relax and have fun with his date. Maybe he could even flirt with a couple of beautiful girls and meet some of his colleagues too if he was lucky.
But first though, he had to find some targets. He had some time to kill before his date arrived due to unforeseen circumstances that forced them to arrive separately at different times, so he might as well make the best of it.
As he leaned on a pillar, his eyes scanned the crowd carefully, watching them form groups while milling about and waiting for the main event to begin. Most of them appeared to be of little to no consequence or didn’t seem interesting, so his eyes skipped over them. However, his eyes lingered over a vaguely-familiar head of blue hair that was partially hidden by a hat and the people surrounding him.
It was tempting to walk over and introduce himself to the man he basically played second-fiddle to after his pink-haired predecessor disappeared from Anatase to Arceus-knows-where. After all, despite staying in Anatase for longer he had been content to play the shadow behind the ice, which meant that he was away from the gym more often than not. With fate also playing a hand, it meant that they’d never actually met.
Of course, the two pretty girls with him also made it much more tempting to approach. He pushed himself off of the pillar and managed to take two steps before he saw a flash of green and then his stomach suddenly bottomed out, making him pause mid-step and frown.
That was odd. He hadn’t felt that sensation in a long while. He did wish he could remember when he last felt that sensation before since he was sure that the first few times he was on the high wire didn’t count… but he wasn’t up for tempting fate tonight. He’d done that enough in the ruins he explored out of fun.
He glanced once more at the other group before shaking his head reluctantly and turning away to look for other people to mingle with. Perhaps another time, when there weren’t so many people and that pesky feeling went away.
It didn’t take long for him to stop a man with blue hair being approached by what looked like a teenage girl out on her prom. He bit his cheek to keep the instinctive commentary that threatened to burst out of his mouth at the outfit and instead paused to push it back down. After that, he glanced at the two of them and the other group a few more times before setting his shoulders and making his choice, fully turning around and walking towards them as casually as he could without revealing that it had purpose.
”Excuse me...?” Miguel gently poked the shoulder of teenage girl on her prom night and Mr. Blue-haired Christmas spirit once he was close enough, smiling lightly. ”Am I interrupting anything?”
Post by Brandy Peaches on Jan 13, 2015 17:25:29 GMT -5
Tag | INTRO |
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!
'Oh Tannenbaum Oh Ten-an-he-dabomb, how lovely are thine ....package...and threads. Definitely looking at the threads' 'What?' 'Christmas tree. 3 o'clock back of the room by the punch table.' She brought her drink up to her lips and looked up over the edge of the glass and through her lashes scanning the crowd silently like a sniper landing on each of the ones mingling by the punch table. 'No ..No...No...' 'GOOSE. Golden Goose.' Oh she'd jingle his bells...or he could jingle her's either way it'd work out she was sure of it. She'd put that in front of a picture window no doubt in her mind. Make the cars slow down and take pictures while the neighbors stared.
She watched as he turned around with a drink in his hand. 'Ooh look, he's got the same glass we're almost twinkies!' Uh huh, sure. Just wrap the two of them in cellophane and call them Ho-Ho's, holiday edition. 'He's wearing green and you're wearing red~''He's out of my league and I'm half drunk~.' She answered back in the similar sing song fashion however, her's was heavily laced with the powdered sugar of sarcasm. If Demi was real she'd be almost certain to have the squinty eyed bitchy smiling face directed at her.
Still she couldn't help but stare over at him, his hair reminded her of her dad's and almost just as smoothly he caught her looking and smirked giving a slow nod towards her. 'Shit! He saw me!' her eyes immediately jerked down to the floor suddenly interested in the heels. 'Don't worry, he looked away too. Dot store Tinsel must not be his thing.' Dot store Tinsel? ....What ....What was that supposed to mean? Was she like the Christmas Foil or something?
Luckily the conversation around her continued on in a low simmer allowing her to stew silently.
"Aherm - I'm Madeline Flanoir, Co-Leader of the Bosky Ice Gym. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
'Oooh the cookie tin's the Co-leader.' A word escaped from Brandy's articulate mental vocabulary just then and it rhymed with duck. That meant that Brook was around her a lot, like, daily. Brandy's butterscotch eyes couldn't help but stare at her as she glittered like fresh fallen snow. She had to be from Kalos, had to be. The flowery way she said her name the majestic painting that was her face and figure and oh look, how cute, a bow. It was like she she stepped into concrete shoes. Well, she tried. It wasn't that she hated her or anything, it was just one of those sucker punches to the gut of knowing when what you want is out of reach and then the competition shows up and you find that you're not even in the same league anymore. '...But...dibs...we called dibs first.' Demi whined quietly and Brandy exhaled slowly through her nose in accepted fate. She'd get over it, maybe she'd even make it her New Year's resolution.
"I really like your dress - it makes you look beautiful."
Oh god damn it. When she got back home she was stripping down and setting that dress on fire. It took everything she had not to tip her head back and roll her eyes to the heavens praying for salvation. Instead she felt her lips jerk apart into a smile that showed her teeth a little, "Thank you." she said nodding her head but knowing otherwise. Kindness came in white lies too after all. "So do you, like ..just...everything." she gave a small laugh as she motioned towards Madeline as a whole with her glass in hand. "Just wow," she nodded her head several times like a bobble head doll as she checked Madeline over. "Wow." It was then she realized she was repeating herself and not really adding to the conversation and that Madeline seemed almost expectant looking. What would she- Oh! Yeah! Right! "Brandy Fernet, um, ss-civilian . Professor Terraria's assistant." Not knowing what she should do her right foot moved on it's own behind her left and her knees bent in a small dip. It wasn't exactly a bow and it wasn't something you'd see done in a ballet. But it kept her from looking like some self pitying anti-social twat.
'cough 2'oclock cough' What about two o'clock? She already saw the jingle bell already. She'd love to be the sparkling little angel on his tree. But nooo, she had to take a taboo mans word for it and be the cocktail dress attention getter. 'No there's another one.' 'Another one?' Brandy stared down in her glass swirling the left over contents around the sides debating on looking up. It seemed she was definitely on the naughty list or Santa was just feeling particularly vindictive with her presents this year. All of them were collectors editions, meaning they would have to go in the closet and not be played with. All look, no touch. She hated gifts like that.
Faking that she was simply getting an over view of the room Brandy stole a glance over towards the decorated tree that wasn't bedecked in blinking Christmas lights. . . . Well, she had two choices. She could continue on with the Christmas theme and call him the Ghost of Christmas Future or she could just flip the table and go with whatever came to mind. She caught sight that of that dark hair and debonair smirk on his face, Lord Licorice was in the house. He had arrived out of the shadows in all of his ten point splendor. . . .Well so much for this meet and greet. The Ball had now turned into a game of Candyland. Queen Frostine, Lord Licorice, the drunken Mint from the Candy-cane Forest, who else did they have? Princess Lolly? She was over standing with Lord Licorice and the Duke of Swirl. So what did that make her? Gloppy the Molasses monster? or Grandma Nut perhaps? 'You're getting upset.' 'I am not.' 'Oh yes you are. If your gaze landed on anything remotely cold at this point it would set itself on fire. . . . Oh oh! Look at the cookie tin! Queen Frostine! Melt her ass down and turn her into a mi- Oh wait that's gonna backfire. Nevermind. Her milkshake already brings all the boys to the yard.'
Brandy needed a cookie refill. 'Yeah because red velvet cupcakes and booze are always a good combo.' "S-so um, how's League?"'Articulate as always madam.' Demi said as she bit the head off a sugar cookie snowman. "I mean your League, stuff. ...How's it going?"
Post by Elric Caulfield on Jan 17, 2015 10:19:04 GMT -5
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will you still love me when i'm no longer young and
Beautiful?
“
Elric hadn't expected his smile to bring the girl over to him. In fact, he had expected most people to avoid him. He didn't know anyone here anyway, so that was generally the usual response. As she wandered up to his side, he silently thought back to what homework he could be doing at home right this moment if his sister hadn't insisted that he had attended this ball. It had certainly been tempting to remain holed up in his house with his books, essays, and various inventions. He could only hope to leave early enough to return and get at least a little work done.
His gaze settled on the young woman as she reached his side and he looked down at her silently for a moment. Oh, yes. He needed to remember his people skills, right? It wasn't too difficult, he just had a very hard time not saying everything that came to mind right when he thought it. A small smile wormed its way on to his lips as he acknowledged Amber, reaching back to play absently with his ponytail.
"I guess they did," he chuckled, looking around as if he were observing the decorations for the very first time. "It's my first League ball, so I really wouldn't know how it looked all of the other years," he noted offhandedly, titling his head to the side. He had skipped last years ball for the very same reason he had wanted to avoid this years. Too much school work, not enough time. When Amber introduced himself, he nodded slowly, comitting her name to his memory.
He reached out his hand and took hers, shaking it awkwardly before introducing himself, "I'm Elric Caulfield, the Electric leader in Bayonada."
It was then that the other individual came up and he tensed when the man touched his shoulder to get his attention. He wasn't he wasn't totally against physical contact with people, and generally had no problems. This guy, though, he'd come up out of nowhere. Thus, he tensed visibly before turning his attention to the other man. He briefly looked him up and down before shrugging slowly. "No, you're not interrupting anything, sir," he said calmly, taking the chance to step just slightly to the side and maybe a little more out of reach of Miguel. He knew he was being rude, but he always was one to act on impulse rather than emotion. If he could settle the panic in his stomach from being startled, maybe he'd be able to function properly in the coming interactions.
Things were happening way too fast for the drunken Professor, and he had lost track of the conversation. The girl, Brandy, had taken his gift of a drink gladly. At least had done thing right, or maybe his social instincts were just that good? They weren't though, and he knew it. Perhaps Brandy had already taken a few drinks as well and her drunken vision enabled her to see the red head for more than he really was. Bailey nodded to himself and his inner musings, knowing that had to be the case.
His actions brought him back to reality and the conversation at hand, and Bailey just barely caught the tail end of what Brandy had asked. Something about what he did with sound, or if he was a composer, or... Something like that. Grinning like a fool, the Professor began to say, "Nay, not a composer er one o' 'ta create my own music, but I do like 'ta play other pieces of music. What I do is try 'ta figure out communication patterns of pokemon and 'ta see 'ow 'at relates 'ta ow' own speech. The League has also commissioned me 'ta..." He hiccuped, and paused for a second, "Well, ah, never mind 'tat." Bailey flashed her a smile and grabbed another drink from a passing by waiter, not even checking what it was, just knowing that it was strong. Downing it in one go, he heard something that caught his attention. Brandy had mentioned another Professor. Terraria, or something along those lines. Bailey hadn't heard of him, he was probably a Nue native, but still. Why hadn't the League said anything before? "Terraria, was it? Who is 'tat chap?" The Professor asked, the alcohol on his breath as strong as the drink he just had.
Post by Brook Styles on Jan 22, 2015 18:05:17 GMT -5
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
'Oh, she left her speechless. Take notes Brooky boy, you have so much to learn!'
Lil B was ignored yet again as Brook simply observed. Brandy was almost left speechless at Madeline's appearance after she modestly accepted the compliment. And while Brook couldn't really disagree with that, he found himself favoring Brandy's dress a little bit more. 'Oh so you admit you were checking her out?'
She repeated herself once before snapping herself out of it, introducing herself to Madeline. Which reminded him, did Madeline know anything about Terraria? Even though it seemed the professor had been around for a while, no one really knew anything about him. Not the League, not even Brandy. The man was surrounded by rumors and mystery, which was something that mildly bothered Brook. 'Oh she'll be fine, stop being a worrywort. Let's go grab another cookie plate instead!'
"S-so um, how's League? I mean your League, stuff. ...How's it going?"
Brook's eyes drifted back over to her and smiled slightly. "Since it's the holiday seasons, the meetings have slowed down, so has the gym. I've had a lot more free time on my hands since Madeline has joined the gym too. I definitely appreciate her for taking some of the challenges." He glanced over, smiling appreciatively at her. Despite the fact Madeline was thrown into his work life rather randomly, Brook honestly had no complaints against it. She took half of his workload off his shoulders, which gave him some much needed free time. Even though he was free to roam and travel, his 'vacation' days were cut short because he had to head straight back to the gym after a couple of days. And Brook didn't want to pile all the work onto Madeline, but having her there definitely helped.
"Oh, that reminds me. Madeline, how's your training coming along? I know you've been working with your Snorunt recently, as well as your Snover, right?" Brook asked, turning his head slightly towards Madeline. He knew that she had been working hard lately training the rest of her Pokemon. She had an Avalugg and a Lapras who were her main Pokemon, while the rest she was training. He'd occasionally find her in the gym after hours, still on the field with all her Pokemon sparring against each other.
'You know, if this is him when he's drunk, I wonder what he sounds like when he's sober...' The chibi questioned, crossing his arms and staring at Bailey. The professor of sound almost ended up going on a tangent, but the hiccup stopped him before he continued. Instead, Bailey questioned who Terraria was. Something that Brook still wondered about at times.
Post by Amber Kazuki on Jan 23, 2015 0:17:26 GMT -5
Ain't it fun ain't it fun baby now you're one of us
Somewhere in Amber, she felt a huge relief lifted off her shoulders. She wasn't the only newbie at the ball. New Gym Leaders were popping up left and right, so it wasn't that much of a surprise, but she found herself somewhat happy that she ran into one at the ball. "It's nice to meet you. And I haven't been to anything like this at all. First League ball and first like, ball in general." Amber said, smiling slightly as she raised her glass to her lips.
"It's nice to meet one of the new Gym Leaders here though. Bayonada, huh? That's one of the tropical spots in Nue, right?" Amber questioned, her eyes drifting off to the side in thought. She hadn't bothered to memorize the map, let alone learn the names of each of the cities and towns, of Nue yet. When she first arrived, Amber found herself more involved in creating the gym and moving into Shui. The transition itself was smooth, it was just getting everything set that was annoying. Once she found herself a home and the gym was set, Amber didn't really venture out of Shui. Even though she had only been there for a few months, Amber wanted to explore more of Nue. Being restricted to one city wasn't all that fun, but was generally the life of a Gym Leader. Aside from meetings and whatnot, she basically saw Shui every few days. And while she adored the city, Amber wanted to see what else Nue had to offer.
The tap brought her out of her thoughts and Amber shifted on her feet, turning towards the man and looking up towards him with a shake of her head. "Oh, no, sir." Amber said, blinking at the man as she stepped back a foot. It seemed as though Elric had the same idea, but his body language said it was for another reason. He was definitely tensed, maybe the guy had scared him.
"I was just commenting on how the League seemed to go all out on the decorations. I don't really know what it's been like in previous years, but this is amazing. I gotta wonder what it was like in the other balls the League hosted." Amber wondered, hoping to break the ice between the three. Her punch glass came up to her lips again as she took another sip, eyeing the two men in silent prayer that it worked.
Post by Brandy Peaches on Jan 26, 2015 20:20:39 GMT -5
Tag | INTRO |
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!
"Nay, not a composer er one o' 'ta create my own music, but I do like 'ta play other pieces of music. What I do is try 'ta figure out communication patterns of pokemon and 'ta see 'ow 'at relates 'ta ow' own speech. The League has also commissioned me 'ta...Well, ah, never mind 'tat."
. . . Demi paused with a cheekful of Christmas diabetus and leaned towards Brandy in skeptical wonder. 'What did he say?' Brandy wasn't quite sure, and she was pretty positive it showed on her face. You know the look, the one where you just smile and nod like you're really listening but you're actually watching the TV behind them. Yeah, she kind of had that look. It wasn't that she was trying to be mean or anything it was just that . . . she had literally no clue what so stinking ever of what he just said then. Even though the conversation echoed in her head to try and decipher it the most she got was something about crater moons and playing other pieces of communication patterns of pokemon to owl speech. She swallowed along with Demi. "Fascinating."'Yeah, you Moon Prism Power and Moonblink that into oblivion Finster.'
The smile he flashed at her was mirrored back at him and thank god for the mobile booze. The moment he turned away for a drink she focused back on the sparkling cookie tin and gift wrap standing near by. They were her only saving grace at this point, the conversation was short and sweet and laced with loathing and internal regret leaving a pregnant pause at the end which was filled by the voice of the the intoxicated Kris Kringle. "Terraria, was it? Who is 'tat chap?"
It was obvious at this point that the mistletoe wasn't the only thing getting hammered this Holiday season. "Um," she tried to think of how to choose her words carefully. This was Terraria after all, she had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason why the name wasn't registering was due to the high concentration of flammable Christmas cheer in his system. "He's the...Professor of Pe-" she stopped herself from finishing that proper term. The last thing she needed was for a misunderstanding to break out. She needed to think of something, something that wasn't Pedo. 'Dirt?'"Dirt." Shit! That wasn't what she wanted to say! 'Bugs? Random weird stuff? Oh oh oh, how about clutter.' 'You are not helping.' 'Not my fault his office was full of trash like some hoarders hole and dirt was the majority of it. You're not totally wrong at least.' This was true but at at the same time the idea of being the Professor of Dirt's assistant didn't sound so glamorous or nice. "I mean he collects dirt. Shit! No I mean, He. . .He travels a lot and is um, very dedicated to his work."
'Aww you as a bad word outloud.' 'Ffffff' 'No it was more like Shhhhhhiiiitt.' 'Will you just...Go eat a gingerbread house or something!' 'Sure thing Bitchy Brittle.' . . . 'Bitchy Brittle?' 'Yeah, the granddaughter of Grandma Nut.' A vicious little twitch was developing in the back of Brandy's neck as she felt her fingers shift on the glass to grip it more fully. If anything she kind of felt like Pigpen from Charlie Brown who always had the dirt cloud around him. Her eyes glanced down towards her shoes as her knees pinned themselves together demurely in embarrassment. It took everything to siphon off the hiss in her voice. "Sorry, it's just that I haven't really had a formal introduction with him yet. He's been very busy elsewhere in the field." 'HA! You said field.' Demi called out as she used a candy cane to rip the roof shingles off a house on the buffet table.
Luckily her sparkling present came to the rescue following up her question.
"Since it's the holiday seasons, the meetings have slowed down, so has the gym. I've had a lot more free time on my hands since Madeline has joined the gym too. I definitely appreciate her for taking some of the challenges."
Oh Thank you you ...you....Oh she bet she was a challenge all right. The kind that wasn't a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle or a shitty number crossword. Brandy took another sip of Holiday Cheer that would hopefully deck her Halls into a less humbug state. She couldn't help it, that was her present damn it, she saw him first! Her name should be on that tag. But no, instead she got replaced by the limited edition silver and blue cookie tin with the three kinds of popcorn and embossed snowflake lid. She thought she was special! Why did he have to go and be so nice to her like that if this was where it all ended? 'You wanna shingle?' . . .
That smile, the ways his eyes swept over with that fawning appreciative look. You, you, you stupid Milkshake. Stupid Terraria. Stupid dress stupid STUPID! AAAAHHH! Can she leave now? She needed to go lay face down in a snowbank.
"Oh, that reminds me. Madeline, how's your training coming along? I know you've been working with your Snorunt recently, as well as your Snover, right?"
Oh yeah sure Mmhm, you go ahead and ignore Bitchy Brittle. Keep on flirting with your little Queen Frostine. I hope your popcicle gets freezer burnt. She looked away and tossed back the last of her booze feeling it actually sweep down the back of her throat and heat her stomach up. The motions happening so fast that it took her breath away leaving her with an airy cough as she shook it off and licked her lips in surprise. She glanced back down in the glass as the heat of cinnamon sat in her mouth. The hell was all in this? She studied the little dirt specks that laid in the bottom of the glass in a tiny pool of translucent red studying it like it was some profound coffee grind fortune. 'Brit....Brit. Briiiittt.''Hm? What?' 'He's watching you.' 'Who?' 'Hammered Santa.'
Brandy glanced up out of her cocktail glass and stared. Maybe it was the alochol finally kicking in, maybe it was the fact she could feel a pair of blue eyes on her left and she didn't really care if they burned holes into her. Or maybe it was the sound of the DJ announcing the next song, whatever it was a pit of dread started to boil in her stomach before everything went into lock down. 'Oh god! Switching to auto pilot!' 'What?!' 'Just trust me!' Before Brandy even knew what was happening she found herself stumbling back into her minds couch and sitting down like she was bout to go onto a roller coaster. What the hell was happening?!
Demi snapped into place and Brandy's hair seemed to pick up a little more bounce in the curls as the soft curves brought on a more promiscuous edge. The dress seemed a little more filled out and that shy smile snapped into a toothpaste commercial grin with a bit of a head tip at Professor Breathalyzer. "So, what did you want for Christmas?"
Brandy stopped digging around in the couch cushions and looked over wide eyed from behind her sockets. 'WHAT?!'
Even as she sat there, eyes smiling as they glided back and forth between the others that spoke to her, she was glittering, like ice crystals. Shimmering like fresh-fallen snow, even while unmoving - that make-up woman really deserved the money she had paid her. Her hands were delicate as she brought up the cup of eggnog to her mouth, sipping the drink - she considered, for a second, trying her luck and going for the alcoholic version, but she was a Gym Leader and she was under the age of drinking. Good example and all that. She didn't want to get in trouble around her bosses. Or patrons. Whatever they were.
She had to admit, she had very little idea as to who a lot of the people here were - she knew the Gym Leaders, and she even recognized a Professor or two. But there were a lot of invitees - investors, charity men and women, Rangers, and so on, that she had no idea what to do with. She was given some tips by Wulfric: "meet the important ones" and "kiss up." But she had no idea who the important ones were, and even if she did, she wasn't one for kissing up much - she wasn't about to challenge these guys to a battle, but she would much rather respect someone for their battling skills than because she was told to do so. She wasn't a Professor, who had to vie for influence and funding - she was a Gym Leader, and it was on the battlefield that she proved herself. She just had to keep order and keep training: that was her job description.
It was almost funny to see the forced "thank you" come out of that girl, mainly because Madeline was wondering how these two's first date would go, and who would accidentally trip and fall into the other's arms, and who was the McGrumpy one who softened up when the other begged. She had a bad habit of letting herself go with ships in her head - who could blame her? She had very little desire for romance, but it wasn't that she didn't appreciate it. On contraire, she found it very wonderful, a delightful thing in this world, and hell if she didn't promote it.
She had no idea who Professor Terraria was, in all honesty, but she took it in stride. "Nice to meet you, Brandy - it must be really interesting to be a Professor's assistant. And thank you for the compliment - I don't often get glammed up, so it's nice to know I still got it." She replied to Brandy, with a giggle. She only nodded in gratitude at Brook's statements, happy to know she was doing well. At first, it had been a little awkward for the two to work together so unexpectedly, but quickly they had melded into a very coherent work schedule. She liked his attitude, and he appreciated her attempts to catch up. Catching up it was - it was an unspoken truth that, in terms of raw strength, Brook had the upper hand. She had been taking on some of the challenges, but in all honesty, she knew that it was Brook who was the stronger of the two Leaders.
"Yes, the training's been well - I'm trying to get them accustomed to areas outside of their normal icy environments, give them experiences in case a challenger pulls something interesting. My Snorunt, my Snover, and my Vanillite have been my main focus as of right now. Gotta catch up to you somehow, Brook." She said, half-matter-of-factly, half amusedly. She was somewhat surprised that he knew her training schedules, but then again, she was his colleague, so it wasn't that out there.
So what if Brandy didn't know her Professor? Madeline didn't know the Professor. She knew like two Professors, and by "knew" she meant that she knew they existed. Oak, and that Symophiny guy. She thought it would be really interesting - you get to work with the League, and from what Brandy said, this guy paid well AND seemed somewhat chill. Ha. She was funny.
In her own delights at shipping these two, however (how was she going to call it? Broody? Brank?), she somewhat didn't notice Brandy's certain sense of what was happening. With a sip of her Eggnog, the Snow Queen of the League simply kept going. "So what does a Professor's assistant do?" She asked, an excited tone in her voice.
Dirt. Was that what the young woman, who was apparently a Professor's assistant, said? Bailey was quite surprised with that, not that he could talk about surprising things to study. When most people heard he was Professor of Sound, they assumed like her, he was some kind of musician. After Brandy explained the activities and branch of study a bit more, it slowly started to make sense to the drunken red head.
The Professor's head bobbed up and down as she spoke, her pink voice showing a steady line in his vision and kept him entertained. Which was why when she stopped, he was quite surprised. It was even more of a shock than when she suddenly asked what he wanted for Christmas. Now Bailey wasn't very "smooth" or "slick", he never had been, but he was drunk... Very, very, very drunk.
"Why a dance from 'ta pretties' missus at 'ta whole ball!" The red headed drunk said, giving her the most seductive smile one could give when one wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
Post by Brandy Peaches on Feb 7, 2015 0:37:08 GMT -5
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"Why a dance from 'ta pretties' missus at 'ta whole ball!"
Brandy stared, just flat out stared from behind her eyes out at the mess that was her life unfolding. The red head looked to be about five minutes shy of asking to come home with her and she had to admit, if she was still in control and let that stuff yer stocking smile have it's whippy way with her she was pretty sure she'd be waking up with a santa hat on and under someone's Christmas tree that wasn't her own. But she wasn't in control, the devil may care side had taken over and everything went into autopilot. She could be sure that she wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow, hopefully ever but knew better then to ask for too much. Instead she stood up and started to pace the room back and forth with her arms crossed under her chest and glancing out of her eyes everytime she heard someone speak.
Demi B tittered, her hand coming up and touching her fingers to her collarbone as she grinned enough to make a little wrinkle in her nose. "Oh aren't chu cute." She shook her head and stuck her neck out towards him as her lips puckered a bit like she was talking to a kitten or a baby before her head jerked back into place with batting lashes and a wink and turned her attention back to the Cookie tin and Little Boy Blue. So this was the matching set huh? ...Cute.
"So what does a Professor's assistant do?"
A brow rose as she stared at the Kalosian snowball. Demi B couldn't tell if she was legitimately excited about knowing or if she was just trying to score some brownie points to get her pretty present to notice her more. 'Keep wrappin cupcake, keep wrappin.' 'Leave her alone, she didn't even do anything.' 'Yet.' Brandy twitched and ran her finger back through her hair. She had no idea how long she was going to be in autopilot or what it took to get her out of it. 'RElax~. I got this girl. I'm you remember?' That's exactly what Brandy was afraid of.
"Hm? Oh you know, little things. . .like type, answer the phone. . assist and take notes," her eyes flickered between her cherry haired Ho Ho Ho and the Icecapades. "On stuff." Brandy clutched at her face groaning out in pure agony as she dropped back down to the couch. She wasn't even asleep and she could already feel the headache coming on.
That was until the DJ decided to drop a beat that apparently right up Kris Kringles alley. Demi B's finger was twirling in a lock of her hair playing with a curl when her hand was grabbed and she trip stumbled onto the dance floor. 'OH My GOD! What's going on?! What?! What?! What?!' Brandy grabbed and clutched at the couch as Demi B stumbled out after the cherry topped whipped cream dream. It was an old jazzy beat that held some swing into it.
Out of all the reindeers you know you're the mastermind Run, run Rudolph, Randalph ain't too far behind Run, run Rudolph, Santa's got to make it to town
Brandy didn't know how to dance, she was more of a flower child that just sort of swayed around like smoke rising off of a campfire or the way booze rocked around in a beer keg. She had rhythm but as far as knowing what she was doing the extent came from watching Music Video's on MTV, or so she thought. With enough alcohol in her system she was apparently capable of anything because Kringle had a hold of her hand and ripped her forward into him. Her chest met his causing her head to jerk back and her eyes to blink up at him startled when the guitar opened up and then she felt herself suddenly get dipped, twice. 'Oh no. ' Brandy had both feet up on the couch bracing herself for impending doom. There was a gentle push back from him as her hips and feet started to move in a jitterbug manner keeping up with whatever Irish jig Bailey was doing. When he jerked her back towards him and spun her around. She had no idea the world was watching them right now all she new was that there were Christmas lights all over the place. Her hips and butt wiggled with her free hand up in the air one finger pointing in a wag to the song. Back forth back spin spin spin kick leg out, now the other way. Support him as he kicks both his feet up. Next thing she knew he swept her up bridal style with a draft whisking up her thighs and down under. What was he- Woosh, Woosh FLIP. Up over his shoulder she went and down his back. Her feet hit the solid ground in a shock that rocketed up her entire body jarring her out of autopilot.
Brandy was once again back in command, Demi out cold on the couch with her eyes spinning. She couldn't move, everything just suddenly stopped leaving her to stand there wide eyed staring at the buffet table. A small applause of the guests started to build up and she found her face turning cherry as she moved to immediately go back to the side. Completely missing the arm that was about to come down around her shoulders and reward her with a kiss to the cheek for being such a good dancer and fine drinker. 'We should go. ' 'What?' 'Out. Now. Go. Quickly.' She couldn't even meet the Milkshake's eyes as she shuffled over to the hidden side of the tree and picked up Terraria's box. "Nice to meet you. Happy Christmas, and..and and if I don't see you again Christmas New Years." With a final nodding bob to her head she shuffled to the door and out she went the departure well wishing met with ah, "Uh huh! You too!" as she made a B-line for the door and the snowy chill filled air that smacked her in the face. 'Cupcakes are coming back.' 'What?' 'Drop the box and find a snowbank we're about to go down.'
Post by Miguel Hidalgo on Feb 7, 2015 4:50:33 GMT -5
AS SOON AS THE LIGHTS GO DOWN
THE SHADOWS ARE ON YOUR SIDE
Sometimes it amused Miguel at how simple gestures sometimes garnered far more interesting –if subtle- responses from people than grand displays. It kind of warmed his black heart to know that even when he isn’t actively thinking or doing anything evil his presence still made people tense, even though that wasn’t supposed to be the image he was portraying to the public and the League.
Of course, it could just be because they were the paranoid type who were leery of strangers, but he wasn’t about to let that ruin his fun.
True to his thoughts, an amused twinkle from entering his eye as the both of them moved away from him, the prom teenager moreso than Christmas spirit and cheer. However, he did have the courtesy to keep his mouth shut and the peanut gallery comments to himself again, opting to simply smile to the responses to his questions.
Given that Mr. Christmas spirit was tense though, it won’t be soon before long that this would spiral into a triangle of awkwardness. Well, on their parts anyway. He was almost tempted to see if he could push it to happen, but prom teen spoke up before he could make any plans in what was probably an attempt to break the ice. Well… he had cut in so he might as well play along, he supposed.
”Knowing how much the League loves to put on a show, that’s probably a safe bet.” Miguel commented with a small smile. ”It makes me wish I had gone last year.”
If he had, he might’ve been able to engage them in stories of it. Ah, work. Such an utter buzzkill.
‹WORDS› 279. ‹TAG›Elric Caulfield & Amber Kazuki. ‹NOTES›Suited Up. Apologies for the wait. Muse and IRL issues popped up. Still waiting for that special someone. ‹MUSIC› xxx.
Post by Elric Caulfield on Feb 7, 2015 8:01:55 GMT -5
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will you still love me when i'm no longer young and
Beautiful?
“
Elric seemed to relax now that the man had fully joined their conversation. There were times when he was too jumpy for his own good and and individual coming up next to him out of nowhere didn't always help the situation, especially when contact was involved. He reached back to play with his ponytail, but thoughts better of it, his eyes darting between the two Gym Leaders. He glanced around once more, rubbing at his chin instead. "I was able to go to the one last year, as well, but I was in the middle of starting my gym construction, so I think I opted out of it," he noted softly, "That or I thought it was another set of League papers to fill out, so I ignored it to the very last moment."
He smiled at Amber, seeming very upbeat and friendly all of a sudden. Elric's gaze snapped to Miguel, "Then you and I know a similar sort of wistfullness, yes?" Rubbing his wrist absently, he tilted his head just to the side, watching Miguel closely, "You never introduced yourself, sir. My name is Elric, and I head the Bayonada Electric Gym."
His greeting was simple, clean, though pressing. He was quite curious as to who this man was when it came to the League and he was determined to find that out this evening. Finding nothing else to busy his hands, he crossed his arms over his chest, his foot tapping slightly. He really didn't like standing still for so long. If he had a choice, he'd have already taken the hand of the pretty Dragon leader and taken her out to dance. He had even been planning to do so before this man cut into their conversation. Ah, well, there would be plenty of time for dances, it seemed.
Elric gave his attention to the lady at his other side, smiling softly, remembering her first question, "And to answer your question, it is nice to meet other gym leaders. I wasn't aware that there were so many newer ones like me." A soft chuckle and a small brush of his fingers through his ponytail and his yellow gaze was back on her once more, "It's quite warm year round, yes. You'd have to come and visit it for yourself if you wanted the entire experience. I could even give you a tour of the new Gym."
Post by Brook Styles on Feb 13, 2015 13:58:52 GMT -5
I opened my eyes last night and saw you in the low light
Brook couldn't help but steal glances at Brandy every now and then. However, most of his attention was on Madeline.
"Yes, the training's been well - I'm trying to get them accustomed to areas outside of their normal icy environments, give them experiences in case a challenger pulls something interesting. My Snorunt, my Snover, and my Vanillite have been my main focus as of right now. Gotta catch up to you somehow, Brook."
He chuckled softly and took another drink from his glass. "With how much time you've put into training, it won't be long, Madeline." Madeline was catching up at a fast rate, and Brook was rather happy about that. She was training at her own pace and her Pokemon were growing stronger by the day. Just recently, Brook had stuck around and stayed by to watch one of her battles, and Madeline had held her own quite well. It wouldn't be long until she reached his level, there was also the possibility she'd pass him too.
'BABE, IS THAT YOU?!' Lil B swung over to Brandy's head, hovering over her with big eyes. That was so his babe right there, he knew that attitude and smile of hers. He turned his head and scowled at Brook, raising his hand and flailing it in the air. 'LET ME TAKE CONTROL DAMMIT! I WANT SOME FUNNNN!' The chibi's request was shot down and Brook pretended not to hear. Lil B whined and turned back to Demi, almost sobbing that he couldn't be with his babe. Dammit Brook, ruining all his fun.
Brook turned his attention back to Brandy and just couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The way she was talking to Bailey, and answered Madeline. He couldn't quite place his finger on it though. 'That's because it's MY BABE! Not yours!' Lil B cried out. That was his babe and Brook was the one who was having all the fun. This was not fair in the slightest!
When the music popped on and the DJ began playing, Brook glanced over at the dance floor. When he looked back over to where Brandy was, she was gone. Brook stared blankly at the spot where she had been, seeing only the glass left behind. He was a little bit confused where she went in such a short period of time. 'Brook! Look at the dance floor! GAH, GO DRINK SOMETHING SO I CAN HAVE MY TIME!' But again, the chibi's request was denied as Brook slowly looked back out to the dance floor.
Brook couldn't help but stare out to the dance floor in surprise and shock. Lil B stared off as well, except his jaw was dropped and Brook could have swore he was drooling. There Brandy was, out on the dance floor with another man. She almost flowed right into the routine. But even though she seemed like she knew what she was doing, Brook could tell she was merely being dragged along for the ride. 'That should be us out there with her! Brook, quick take a drink of Brandy's drink!' The chibi pleaded. Though, for once, Brook didn't argue with Lil B. There was a small part of him that did want to be out there with her.
The thought soon passed and he looked down at his punch with a scrunched nose. Maybe he picked up the wrong drink. 'No, you didn't. Trust me, if you did, we WOULD be out there on the floor.' But that did remind Brook of something. He set his glass down and walked over to Brandy's seat. He continued to watch Brandy dance out of the corner of his eye, but there was something he needed to confirm. Once Brook was at her seat, he picked up the glass and stared at the substance inside, taking a quick sniff and setting it back down. That explained a lot.
Brook's attention was brought back to the dance floor, watching as Brandy and the man continued their dance. When the man picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, Brook averted his gaze and waited a moment before glancing back. Meanwhile, Lil B tried to get a better look. The routine was over and the room was filled with a round of applause. However, Brook kept his attention on Brandy. She staggered back to the desk behind the tree and picked up the box of Terraria's stuff. "Nice to meet you. Happy Christmas, and..and and if I don't see you again Christmas New Years.""Brandy? Wait a second, are you...?" He started, raising a hand to try and stop her. But before Brook could finish, she shuffled to the door and headed out without another word. His hand fell back down to his side and he stared at the door as she left.
That probably wasn't a good sign. Brook walked back to Madeline, nodding his head slightly. "It was nice seeing you tonight, Madeline. I'll go check up on her." He said, leaving his glass and hat behind on the table. Brook jogged out of the building, passing the lady at the front and heading outside. Lil B, who was still awestruck by what he saw, floated over Brook with a stupid grin on his face. "Brandy?" Brook called out, but the air stayed silent and she didn't reply. He followed the sidewalk heading to the train station, maybe he'd find her there.
But it didn't take long for Brook to find her. Terraria's box of gifts sat in the middle of the snow covered sidewalk. But there was the box, where was Brandy? A few moments passed before he heard the sounds of someone having an unfortunate time in the snow. At this point, Lil B caught up and he stopped in his tracks. 'Whoa whoa WHOA, I did NOT need to hear that!' Brook flinched slightly at the unpleasent sound but moved forward in the snow, slowly approaching her from the side and looking down at her with concern. "Brandy? Are you alright?" 'No she's not fucking alright! Her dinner is making a second round!' Okay, the chibi did have a valid point for once. He hovered over her for a moment longer before taking a step back, rubbing his neck. "We should head back home since you're not feeling well. Uh, when you're feeling a little bit better that is." 'Smooth Brook, smooooooth.'
Post by Brandy Peaches on Feb 15, 2015 15:08:49 GMT -5
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"Brandy? Are you alright?" Brandy froze and in her fuzzy, teary eyed vision stared down at the snow she was melting with her stomach acid and holiday cheer. Of all the people to follow her, of all the ones that could've possibly stepped out to get some fresh air that night it had to be him. She felt her throbbing head drop like a turtles going back into its shell as her hand were braced on both sides of the trash cans to keep her from face planting. She needed to answer him, to assure him that this was nothing to worry about. Speaking was out of the question she still couldn't catch her breath. Her right hand moved up in a shakey fist to hover over her shoulder in a thumbs up before she lurched again.
'No she's not fucking alright! Her dinner is making a second round!' Lil B moved over to stand beside his purging future destiny and hold her hair back as she did her best to catch her breath and recover from her sudden mana drain. Brandy on the other hand wasn't so lucky.
"We should head back home since you're not feeling well. Uh, when you're feeling a little bit better that is." 'Noh, ya think?' 'Smooth Brook, smooooooth.'
She was slowly losing strength but the fact that he was standing there behind her watching her like this willed every ounce of composure she had to try and fix the situation. She pushed up off of the cans but fumbled for balance, it was safe to say she wouldn't be passing any sobriety tests but she trudged on. Without looking at him her eyes searched for some clean city snow, luckily the flakes had been continuing to come down since before the party started and had accumulated a bit on a post box. One fist full of it to clean her mouth off and out of the burning liquid as she turned around to face Brook with the rosiest cheeks she had all winter. "I-" she paused to clear her throat and locked her spine up "I'll be fine." she breathed lifting her chin a little higher as she swept her hand back through her hair pushing it out of her face. She just needed to clear her head was all. Taking a deep breath she instantly regretted, the bitter night air shot up through her nose and frosted part of her brain that had her eyes watering up. 'Ow ow ow ow! Ffffffffffuuuuuuu- BRAIN FREEZE!' Demi clutched her head and rolled to the side stopping in her liberation of the icey flakes in a toxic death that wreaked of cranberries and peppermint. Brandy whimpered and shut her eyes her fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose and recover. "Just hn," she swallowed and took a breath, "Just go ahead back to the party." The act in itself a simple task yet with her alcohol level the moment she touched her face she felt her head swim backwards, and her feet shuffled in a stumbled. The cold night air swept in past her teeth and washed her mouth in a soothing chill. "I can make it from heerrrreee!!"
'We're going down!' The back of her heels hit the box of Terraria's Christmas past that decided to reach up and bite her in the ass. Her eyes went wide her arms swung out to the sides flailing for balance but it wasn't going to stop her from finishing the graceful decent down to the snowy pavement. "HAOW!" Luckily she caught herself on her elbows before her head smacked off the sidewalk but it didn't stop her neck from snapping back like some horrible swimsuit model. 'Stop staring! It's Christmas we're allowed to be festive.' 'What?''I'm not talking to you.' The curled ends of her hair sat in the snow as waiting for her head to stop trying to split open as it rested on her shoulders. Her eyes opening up to stare up at the dark, the city lights having blot out the stars leaving on the falling snow to be showering down out of the inky sky. Her head finally dropped forward to look up at Brook praying that she could chalk her current state up to just a simple accident. 'You advertising for a White Christmas or what?' 'Huh?'
Her hand reached up to rub the back of her head attempting to make light of the moment. "Sorry, I didn't see it there it snuck up on me and I-"'Will you close your legs you whore!' Brandy's eyes then dropped down to the limbs in question that were haphazardly tossed over the box that took her down in one solid move. Her knees were flopped out to the side like jelly and her dress was piled up at her hips clearly flashing the nude thigh highs and metallic silver and white snowflake panties.
There was a gasp followed by her yanking her dress back down her thighs and struggling to get up like a Turtwig stuck on it's back. Her face was burning, she could feel the fire on her ears and crawling up the back of her neck. She hated everything right then a full fledged Grinch was in the making. The urge to just crawl over into a snow pile and cry was there sitting just behind her eyes. 'Oh don't do that we're not wearing waterproof mascara!' Instead she did what she thought was the next best thing. "I am so sorry." she apologized to him while still sitting in the snow struggling to hide her panties and stand up right. "You don't have to worry about me. I'll be fine." . . . "Please, go back to the party and enjoy your holiday...League...office ..thing." Amber eyes drifted over to teh side as she begun to struggle to get back up on her feet.
Even as she sat there, eyes smiling as they glided back and forth between the others that spoke to her, she was glittering, like ice crystals. Shimmering like fresh-fallen snow, even while unmoving - that make-up woman really deserved the money she had paid her. Her hands were delicate as she brought up the cup of eggnog to her mouth, sipping the drink - she considered, for a second, trying her luck and going for the alcoholic version, but she was a Gym Leader and she was under the age of drinking. Good example and all that. She didn't want to get in trouble around her bosses. Or patrons. Whatever they were.
