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Post by Mimoza 'Mimi' Schorl on Feb 1, 2015 0:14:45 GMT -5
Toot Toot to True L♥VE Notes: If you want to meet Mimi at least once this is the thread tAG: Etta RassulArthur Symphonia
"Annn there! All done." The fluffy blond pulled back from inside the Ticket booth's safety glass with a pink window marker in her hand. The heart shaped picture frame she drew complete with white lace lined up exactly with her seated reflection. Surrounding it was little red, purple and pink hearts, some of them baring little white wings and piercing through one side to the other of her frame was a blue cupids arrow. Floating around it on the glass along with the hearts where encouraging words like, single~ and looking for romance! Likes chocolate fudge cake! Flowers please♥ and Available! Her name was even written in swirly print that she had to spend twenty minutes perfecting because she had to write it backwards and it needed to be perfect.
She sat back down in her chair and pulled her purse over onto her lap. B-kun was under her feet as a foot rest content with napping on the padded mat meant to alleviate back pain and pressure from standing too long. A compact ended up in her cucumber melon scented hands along with a tube of Ruby Woo's limited edition color, Valentino. Smearing that delicate pale red stain over her lips she rubbed her pucker together with a snapping kiss and tucked her make up away. With a fluff of her hair she struck the Vanna White smile and proceeded to give everyone that passed through the ticket vending machines and fare gates. She was mostly there to help assists the tourists find where they needed to go or direct the lost in the right direction. Maybe her destined hottie would finally come through and she could direct him on a dinner date. Because heaven forbid Arthur stop fawning over a fossil long enough to give her a second look. .....Maybe if she made a plaster mold of herself he'd pay better attention to her curves.
Pretty eyes glanced out around as the mid morning masses started to dwindle from the earlier rush. She glanced over at her phone once and then twice before picking it up and started to search her profile on Hot or Not to see if her new picture scored any higher.
Etta was, rather conveniently, dressed to kill that day. Sunglasses pushed up into hair for use against the glaring Tynntill morning, slate grey scarf around her neck tucked into a leather double-breasted biker jacket, skinny jeans leading down into a sharp-toed set of boots fit for a certain calculated amount of curb stomping. That was the nice thing about being in town, see. Her wardrobe didn't need to be tailored to surviving the elements or steep inclines. Flanked by a Scizor and her Sneasel Eclair, it was safe to say no one was going to be stumbling in her way anytime soon.
She hadn't come there with the intention committing murder, of course. A messenger bag holding her laptop slung over one shoulder, and a venti espresso in hand, she was on her way out of the station after a leisurely video conference with some contacts back in Saffron. It had been completely useless, of course - rarely did anyone have anything of value to offer her these days - but she enjoyed the morning bustle of the station enough not to mind. She had even seen a clip of her father's segment on the morning news, so she was in a relatively good mood until the blast of pink and frills and hearts lured her gaze toward one of the ticket booths.
Violet eyes evaluated the set-up with sweeping precision, and on some level she already knew exactly what she was going to see before her gaze drifted past the array of come-ons, invitations and lace to the fluffy blond poised behind it. She locked on the hair first, because she could probably pinpoint that hair from space if utterly necessary, and her fingers dug subtly into the strap of her bag. Etta's head tipped back very slightly as she looked down her nose at the sight, and by the time her gaze had lowered to the pert features below the hair, all her nerves were already bracing for the realization's impact.
Oh. Oh hell no.
"Hold this for a moment," she said, with a thin smile as she held out the bag to Leto and her coffee down to Eclair, eyes never leaving the ticket booth. The pair of Pokemon stared at her for a beat before complying, and then exchanged a look. The second she was free of the items, Etta was moving, boot heels clicking menacingly through the waning morning rush.
About three things, Etta was absolutely certain. First, Mimoza Schorl was alive and perfectly well if the fact that she was still hunting Valentines was any indication. Second, part of Etta - and at the moment she wasn't sure how potent that part might be - was eventually going to be very, very happy to see her favorite ball of fluff. But third, at the moment, Etta was unconditionally and irrevocably going to murder her first.
She stepped up to the ticket counter while Mimi was still engrossed with her phone. Upon close inspection it was even more evident that, wherever she had been all this time, Mimi was no worse for wear. Which just meant that Etta had a blank slate to deal with. The boots adding a couple of much-needed inches to peer squarely ahead into the booth, with a venomous smirk the brunette lifted her fist and knocked, hard, twice on the glass.
Post by Mimoza 'Mimi' Schorl on Feb 1, 2015 14:37:08 GMT -5
Toot Toot to True L♥VE Notes: If you want to meet Mimi at least once this is the thread tAG: Etta Rassul
'Damn it.' she pouted, frowning at the current score on her new profile picture. It was an eight point five, same as her last four pictures. What? Was that it? Was that all she was worth? She just didn't get it. Sure it'd been up for only eight hours, but still. A firm puckered pout stared down at the small screen judging her photo with utmost scrutiny. 'Nine. Definitely a nine.' she surmised. 'Nine point two.' Because she was wearing the Valentino lipstick in it. Innocent eyes trailed back up to the score 8.5/10 in the corner, there was steady silence as she weighed the scales. She'd give it till lunch break to change it's mind.
Her finger touched the screen and swept the scoreboard away as she checked her horoscope on love both in Greek and the Chinese Zodiacs before staring wistfully at her background image on her phone. She didn't know his name, how old he was or where he was from. She didn't even know if he was taken or not all she was that she he made her heart go-
THUNK THUNK
Her hands spazzed nearly dropping her phone as it clattered to the counter in front of her making her wince. Well, maybe not that intense but she definitely felt something. A small whimper escaped her as she looked at it to make sure it was all right when a voice cut into her thoughts, "Excuse me. I need some assistance." The tone immediately making her jerk the phone in a slide off to the side out of sight as she looked up.
"Hello, good morning, how can I assist you?" Her voice was enough to decorate a kids ice cream sundae with sprinkles, whipped cream and a cherry. You could tell she didn't immediately pick up on the face until after the thought process found it's way through the volume of blond hair. By then her eyes had gone wide and her mouth dropped open in pleasant surprise! "Etsy! Oh my word what are you doing here? How are you? How have you been?" she fired off completely ignoring the look that was clearly a one woman judge, jury and execution standing in front of her. "You look great! Did you get taller?" she lamented as she studied her former co-worker, drinking buddy and best friend. She needed a sign for low flying planes above her head.
Etta barely held back an eyeroll as Mimi fumbled the phone; she could only imagine what she was at with that thing, but her money was on something related to her endless manhunt. It was the season for it. She shuddered to think what that girl could get into online - at some point she was probably going to have to do some child-blocking to take care of that. Maybe one of those nice programs that sends alerts to your phone when the other person tries to access questionable material. Not that Mimi would do that on purpose - probably - but there was no telling what the fluff could stumble upon purely be accident.
She could only stand there and wait for Mimi to register who she was. The hair obviously liked to mess with her thought reception. As the blond asked how she could help, Etta simply plucked her sunglasses off from atop her head and tucked them on the lapel of her jacket, staring Mimi down with a dry, expectant look. Poor little blond bunny. Three, two . . . Cue eyes and little "oh" of what looked liked Valentino (of course she would get the special edition), and at least she was asking how Etta was in a manner that suggested she realized it had been a rather long time since their last meeting.
Zero indication, of course, of any comprehension that to all who knew her she had been missing for a year and that Etta had been half-ready to Liam Neeson the shit out of someplace once she figured out exactly which place that was. Emile had been very concerned for Lumiose's safety.
"Boots," she explained with a curt shrug, never losing the borderline homicidal smile even though it wasn't penetrating the fluff shields. Casually, "Oh, I've been good. Doing some traveling, trying to track down a friend of mine who went missing without a trace and could have gotten herself abducted and sold into slavery or killed for all I knew." She brought one hand up to the counter and drummed her fingers once, close to the slot in the booth glass where paperwork could be passed through. "Can you take a break? We should catch up."
Make no mistake that the delivery clearly said, You're taking a break now, because if possible I'd like to avoid witnesses to your impending demise.
Post by Mimoza 'Mimi' Schorl on Feb 2, 2015 22:44:28 GMT -5
Toot Toot to True L♥VE Notes: It's so fluffy I'm gonna die. tAG: Etta Rassul
"Boots." Boots? Was that a new greeting like Bae? Was she supposed to reply back with Crocs or something? Mimi studied her sharp dressed friend for a moment through the glass in question. What would boots have to do with- Oooooh. Like opening a refridgerator in the darkness of a late night kitchen her face was bathed in the light of understanding knowledge. Boots I get it. Ha! Etsy you sneaky Pete, trying to get one up on the Mimster, I'm onto you girl.
"Oh, I've been good. Doing some traveling, trying to track down a friend of mine who went missing without a trace and could have gotten herself abducted and sold into slavery or killed for all I knew."
That sounded so much like Etsy, always traveling and seeking out something new and interesting to do. It was that part of Etsy that made Mimi jealous sometimes. Etsy had a knack for getting into things and it made Mimi wonder she just didn't try for employment in a Travel Agency or start up her own. She'd be so good at it.
Of course the thought of white sand and translucent blue waters were quickly derailed when Etsy explained her current reason for being out and about. "Oh my gosh that sounds horrible!" The concern that swept onto Mimi's features in a grave manner. What on earth had Etsy's friend gotten into?! What kind of friend was this?! How do you just go missing like that and not try and contact anyone? Espeically Etsy! She was such a good person and there for you even when you didn't think you needed it.
Mimi shook her head in concerning shame, "Did you ever find her?! Did you need any help? What does she look like? I'm not here very often at the ticket booth here but if you have a picture I'll be glad to pass it around. Everybody and anybody passes through Tynntill Town." she explained as the air suddenly took on the scent of ozone. Mimi's eyes shifted around and then turned her head towards her shoulder taking a small sniff. No, it wasn't her. She pulled back a bit and looked down at B-kun sleeping under her feet. If it was him it was definitely a new smell but she couldn't understand why he would be that way. She didn't change anything in his diet. Doe eyes glanced at her purse wondering if maybe it was the rail spikes she picked up from the yard the other day, those were a bit more rusty then normal.
It wasn't until Etta shifted and placed her hand on the counter that Mimi's attention pulled back to her. You ever get that feeling that something was about to go down and you were some how involved? Yeah, Mimi had that.
"Can you take a break? We should catch up."
Mimi stole a glance over at her phone which had locked itself and showed the date and time and then back to Etsy. Limited edition lips puckered into a very pert little lemon look as the entire conversation did a one-eighty in Mimi's mind. Like, why Etsy was traveling, who the face on her milk carton was and why she was giving her that look through the safety glass. Uh-Oh's. "Umm," Mimi flexed her butt making her bounce in her seat as she tried to think of an answer that wouldn't invoke Etsy's aptness for mimicking Kill Bill moves. She had a feeling that if asked Etsy to come back at Lunch she'd find the safety glass shattering and herself being folded up like a letter over Etsy's shoulder and hauled off for interrogation. "One second Etsy." she said lifting up her finger and leaning over to pick up the staff phone.
A brief phone call later had Rei, one of her coworker's and Train security personnel, come running around the corner like he was out of breath. The red framed glasses sat awkwardly on the end of his nose as he pushed them up and kept giving Etta the double and triple take as he cautiously moved closer to the ticket booth door opening it and scooting in. The look of concern on his face was focused on Mimi as she turned around and gave him her best cotton candy spun smile. "Rei, would you be a dear and watch the booth for a moment?"
He eyeballed her and then glanced up to the woman outside of the glass that looked like a living katana, then back to the innocent fluffy blond who's smile was slowly starting to waver into one Nagisa used on him to guilt trip. "You sure?"he whispered to her as he nodded his head at her in answer and concern.
"Yep! It'll only take a minute!" She said glancing back to Etsy and then paused, "Better make that ten." The flaxen fluff slid off the seat prompting B-kun to wake up and yawn moving out from under the counter as she grabbed her phone and purse. Rei wouldn't stop looking at her like he'd never see her again, "It's okay Rei I'll be back." she assured him and opened up the door, B-kun following her out like a minature steel paperweight.
Coming around the corner she met Etsy , "Coffee?" she offered as Rei watched with haunted and searching eyes. What would the FBI want with Mimi?
Etta just kept the thin smile plastered on as more or less what she expected took place - the not-the-least-bit-subtle reference to her fruitless and ultimately apparently unnecessary cross-region search for Mimi just skimming the top of the blond fluff and rocketing off into the stratosphere. It was times like this it was pretty clear that it could have simply slipped Mimi's mind to contact anybody about her whereabouts.
Yep, I found her alright. Oh, I had loads of help, and it looks like I just wasted everybody's time. Totally didn't call in a bunch of favors or anything. No way I just got out of a conference call concerning new search plans, noooo. I don't know, Mims, she about yay high, blond fluff of hair that's visible from orbit when it frizzes . . .
Finally, something seemed to click though. Maybe it was just some inkling of survival instinct that clawed its way down through the hairspray jungle, Mimi getting that slight onset of a pout of realizing she was not where she thought he was a moment ago.
"Umm..."
Etta nodded a little like, Yeah, you see? And she watched Mimi's mind continue to work and Etta tilted her head back slightly as though she was indeed evaluating the thickness of the window glass.
"One second Etsy."
Just like she thought. Etta pulled her hand back from the counter and crossed her arms, taking a moment to peer back at Leto and Eclair who were just standing there holding her things and looking almost as done as Etta felt. She leaned back on the counter as Mimi placed the phone call, watching the last of the morning crowd trickle by and then lazily turned her head at the appearance of who was apparently Rei. Affixing him with about the least impressed expression a person could have, she tilted her head to watch their exchange out of the corner of her eye.
"Yep! It'll only take a minute."
Eyes narrowed.
"Better make that ten."
A slight nod and she pushed herself back up with her elbows, giving a nod to Rei as Mimi left the booth that probably wasn't very reassuring. Her attention shifted back to Mimi, and the little lead weight baby that was going to be her massive steel protection dinosaur someday. She crouched down to set her palm gently on B-kun's head in a pet, muttering, "Hey there, you," and keeping it up until she felt the metal warm against her palm.
She stood again, tilting her head toward Leto and Eclair at the coffee offer. "Already got some. We can head back to the cafe for you though." The cafe should have emptied out for the most part by now. No witnesses. She hooked her arm through Mimi's, starting to draw her off in that direction. "We have a lot to catch up on, you and me." Which, as her tone continued to suggest, meant that Mimi had some 'splainin to do, and Etta had all day to get it out of her.
B-kun, her spoiled little Steel Schwarzenegger she got from Devon Corp. when she was sent out on this crazy assigment mission to find Steven Stone. A highly trained guard Pokemon that came complete with a set of german commands and would only drink a certain type of bottled mineral springwater like he was his own Mr. Planet Hollywood. A fussy butt Terminator who loved consuming iron, going on walks and taking naps. For being just two foot long the last time she took him in for a check up his fat ass tipped the scale at two hundred and fifty pounds. No wonder she struggled so hard to pick him up anymore when he wanted to sit on the chair with her and watch T.V.
She was surprised to see Etsy still remember him after his growth spurt she missed, of course their was the fact that he knew and remembered who she was because his head shoved up into her palm and his mouth slowly begun to fall open. Mimi snickered she didn't know why but B-kun having his metal warmed up by touch was the Skitty equivalent of butt scratchies. No wonder he loved to pull the heating blanket off of the bed in the night and sleep with it, the ham.
"Already got some. We can head back to the cafe for you though." "Lele! Clair! Hewwo's how is youse? Did you miss mez? I missy you. Yes I did I missy'd you too. You got so biiiiigs." It was obvious that Mimi wasn't paying one hundred percent attention to Etsy, prompting her to take it upon herself to guide the blond off where she wanted her. With their arms entwined Mimi's baby talk came to a halt and she stood a little straighter looking over at Etsy as they moved to the main area of the Central Terminal.
"We have a lot to catch up on, you and me."
Mimi blinked once at Etsy and then slowly turned her head to glance back over her shoulder at Rei who was watching. Her Valentino lips suddenly jerked wide into a toothy smile at him trying to be reassuring but in essence just silently informed him that she may not be coming back anytime soon. It was only when the two rounded the corner that Rei sighed heavily and looked up out of the glass in front of him before cringing and spazzing slightly at Mimi's creative self advertising she painted on the ticket window to remind people of the approaching holiday. Rei stared at the hand-drawn lace heart frame and silently prayed she would be successful.
Armed with a French Vanilla cappuccino and sitting over by a large set of windows that allowed her to look outside Mimi animatedly spoke of her adventure. How her being fired was a set up, that she was actually getting paid under the table by one of the board members to go find Steven Stone and save the company from a hostile take over if Mr. Stone didn't wake from his coma. That a Geodude she wanted to use as leverage against Steven Stone fell in love with her while she was doing spy work which lead her to meet the "the one". "He's beautiful Etsy, he's just so handsome, and kind and such a gentleman. All I did was want to ask him a question about Amadeus, he's my rock." she informed looking at her dead serious to inform her exactly who she was speaking about before sweeping back into her dreamy voice. "Because he had the hots for me and I just don't know why. I mean diamonds are a girls best friend but geeze. It was like I'm kinda busy here do you mind? But I think it was fate Etsy, seriously like some crazy . . ." she paused for the briefest of moments as she looked up out of the window and then above her head as if the word she needed was floating somewhere in Mimi hammer space. " Destiny. We were just meant to meet and be together. But he invited me in, and let me use his shower and let me sleep in his spare room. I would've totally slept in his bed though~ " the epic tale taking just a brief moment of interlude as she took a sip of her coffee. "Oh and while I was in the shower he made me a sandwich! Then, then, then, OMG Etsy, " Mimi's right hand started to wave over at her as her voice took on a higher I'm going to cry pitch. "He has the most saddest back story ever! I wanted to cry. I think did cry. Did I cry?" Mimi, the Scheherazade of one thousand emotions in one sentence. Her story stopped for a minute with glassy eyes like a DVD player on pause as she thought about her prior emotional roller coaster experience. "I cried, I'm pretty sure I cried." she nodded her head as her eyes stared down at the napkins on the table confirming it. "I think so. . . . Yeah I had to because he hugged me. Yes, I did. But anyway! So I'm crying, and we were in a cave. His dad was crushed by the way, and....He wanted to escort me. So he takes me. . . . " her finger was pointed towards the creamer basket neatly tucked to the back edge of the table and you could just see where Mimi's train of thought completely derailed itself and she had lost where she was going with that as she tried to remember. Silence permeated the cafe as Mimi gathered up her cars once more. "That's when I called you the first time!"
There came a point in every little interview with the blond fluff where there was nothing else to do but just sit and listen. If for no other reason, this was because once Mimi really got going, the amount of apparent nonsense and non sequiturs that inevitably followed was so immense that you could never quite find a place to interject. Once you managed to zero in on one particular point of interest, assuming you ever did, she would drop another little cotton bombshell, and there was just no way to keep up without possibly causing a rift in space-time, or something. So, you either took everything she had to say in with the willing suspension of disbelief and maybe a couple of grains of salt, or you stopped listening, and utter unbelievability or no, Etta always listened to Mimi.
The fact was this: no matter how far out in space her stories got, inevitably, most if not every bit of it, was true. Etta had long ago determined that her friend was probably some sort of walking ley line along which the laws of reality liked to bend and twist around like balloon animals. It was the only explanation for all the insanity that liked to ensue.
I mean. Really. Really. What kind of hole did you need to have in your head to send Mimoza Damn Schorl on a top secret interregional billionaire-finding mission? Bless her heart, Mimi was not dumb in the least but she was secured to the ground with one of those little smiley face weights they put on gift shop balloons. But then again, maybe that was what they were aiming for - the unconventional approach. If no one else could find him, The Fluff might stand a chance. Yes, it seemed actually halfway logical when put that way. She would let the decision slide.
Etta was much more concerned with this professor character, The One, as Mimi put it. This was far more suspicious than spy work or lovestruck rocks.
At least he made the poor girl a sandwich. This sort of innocuous aside was a decent enough sign. Knowing the man knew Mimi existed was always a relief. Sad backstories begged for thorough background checks, though, and on top of that, unfortunately part of Etta's gut was already going GAY GAY SO GAY OH SWEET ARCEUS IS HE GAY, but she kept her mouth shut for the moment on that point.
"Mhmm," Etta hummed, by this time on her second cup of coffee. Going by her gay assumption, she was going to assume that The One had taken Mimi to safety and then that had been that, cue long-awaited phone call. "That's lovely to hear Mims, I'll have to meet him, but I'm kind of interested in where you vanished to after all that. Have you been with His Gorgeousness this whole time?" She knew that was a no, given what was practically a kissing booth sitting over there. Which just meant that More Things Had Happened. "Bridge the gap between the last phone call and suddenly train station. I grew up literally twenty minutes away from here, you know."
"Mhmm," Etta hummed, by this time on her second cup of coffee. Going by her gay assumption, she was going to assume that The One had taken Mimi to safety and then that had been that, cue long-awaited phone call. "That's lovely to hear Mims, I'll have to meet him, but I'm kind of interested in where you vanished to after all that. Have you been with His Gorgeousness this whole time?"
"Oh no no," she shook her head almost shamefully her eyes staring down into the milky tan froth of her cappucino. "We had to part ways." the sigh that followed was nothing but whistful regret as she glanced towards the window searching the crowd that passed by. As if any moment she'd see him walk past on the far side and know that in the sacrifice of their love he was kept safe.
Etta was obviously picking up on the elusive reality that was Mimi's thoughts and spoke up pulling the fluffy blond back down to Earth to prevent further floating away. "Bridge the gap between the last phone call and suddenly train station. I grew up literally twenty minutes away from here, you know."
"Oh my gosh Etsy really?! I had no idea you were from here this explains so much!" Mimi's face and voice held a tone of elation to it the same kind you got when men discovered gold and shouted Eureka. It made so much sense now as to why Etsy had a thing for traveling and being on the move. She was born here in Tynntill Town where the trains were. Trains traveled and Etsy liked to travel, Etsy was a train, it was in her blood. Mimi nodded setting her coffee back down licking her lips of the cream trying to think of a clever nickname for Etsy that was train oriented. Etsy Express? Etsy Orient? Etsy Line? Etsy ...Etsy...there was something else she was supposed to be thinking about too what was it? Her jaw shifted to the right making a crooked face while batting her lashes searching through the coupon clippings that was her mind. Oh yeah! Uhhh, that...stuff. Umm what was the question? There were several beats of silence as Mimi gathered her discount thoughts in her hands and tried to sort them by a coherent set of expiration dates.
"We went toooo, where did we go next?" the second half the question muttered to herself as her eyes rolled up into her head to think. "We went tooo SssssSevvvii? YES! NO! No wait. We were going to Sinnoh, yeah that was it, because that was where Steven was at last. We were going to Sinnoh first but half way there I got a phone call from my contact so we were - where were we? Kanto? I think we were in Kanto. YES that's right! We were in Kanto and had to double back because there was the tournament in the Sevii Islands. Steven likes competition so I was told to go there and check instead of going up to Sinnoh just in case Steven decided to get his rear in gear. So ...Oh and the Professor, oh my gosh on top of being handsome he is such a nice person. Literally he is such a gentleman and was a total doormat for the museum he worked for. But he swore on his honor to see me delivered into the arms of my destination. I think he got confused," she said shaking her head as she watched out of the cafe window at the Pidoves sitting on the roof of the adjacent building.
"I told him we weren't like that. Not that I would mind if we were because that would be great too. But anyway, we went there to Sevii and the Professor met a chibi understudy and Oh by the way, this entire time I don't think the Professor knew what I was really up to." she leaned a little forward towards Etsy divulging a side quest secret. "I was begin a sneaky Pete." before leaning back in her seat and continuing on. "So after that failed fiasco," her hand suddenly slammed down onto the table making the cups and creamers jump. "I don't understand men! We were in Sevii! I was in a bikini! He looked awesome we were even in connecting hotel rooms!" she jammed the tips of her index fingers together vapidly in frustration front of her nose. "No action, just none! I even left my door unlocked! You'd think he'd take a hint! My god! So anyway we're in Celadon City when, I forget what we were doing. . . We were doing something but not that then apparently- Oh and by the way I am NEVER going back there again in October. Foooor get about it! Not this little Ducklett because everything there went frigging creepy and scarry and I nearly died because the Kraken Sebastian-" her hands came up and making little sock puppet mouths that were supposed to be Krabby claws, "Decided that I needed to be it's little mermaid and tried to drag me under and Hooooly-" her words abruptly died for a minute as she stared off into nothing while her mind had a total recall. "Boy did he have a nice chest. Not the Kraken the Professor, he saved me. But his chest was like," her hands swept up and down her own in a flat manner. "The kind I could eat sushi off of." she blinked back out of it and dropped her gaze to Etsy the expression clearly once again another moment of derailment before the train was reset back on it's tracks. "So, oh here."
Mimi reached over and pulled several napkins out of the dispenser on the table and handed them over to Etsy. "This is the sad part because this is where we part ways next." she sniffed taking a deep breath to continue. "So anyway, we're at another hotel on our way to head back up to Sinnoh, because obviously Steven was a no show, the ass. So I'm out getting some much needed girly supplies from the convenient store and Arthur, it's just us now. I think the understudy got the hint that we were in need of some private time. But anyway Arthur is at the Hotel in our room when the Devon Five show up. I was on my way back when I recognized the car parked out in front of the hotel and I snuck up behind it to get a look at the license plate and you know Devon's license plates. How they have that little," her finger came up and did an little air doodle of the DCP symbol that was in the middle of all the plates. "Do-hickey thingy in the middle. So already I'm on high alert of Uh-oh Spagettio's because you know Arthur still doesn't know yet what I'm looking for. ...At least I don't think he does. I don't remember. But I ended up using my 007 prowess to sneak back into the Hotel and catch the last bit of the conversation they had with Arthur before they left to make a stake out for me. So while Arthur was in the shower I snuck into the hotel room grabbed my stuff and left. Because I didn't want Arthur to get drug into this nasty corporate espionage. So now I'm on my own in Orre because the Devon Five would obviously be looking for me going towards Sinnoh and at this point I realized that I needed better beefier pokemon so I went to the source of thuggery to get me an arsenal of kick ass." There was a grunt and snort making Mimi stop and look down beside the table to B-kun who was looking up at her offended. "Oh don't give me that face. Your job was to find Steven and you have let me down and there was no way you could take on all five of them when you wouldn't even listen. Don't give me that face, you were a jerk. A real jerk back then but you've gotten better. ....You're my favorite." she reached her foot out and rubbed the bottom of her shoe on the side of her Lairon and then back to Etsy once more.
"So there I am in Crime Time Centeral, looking for a bodyguard and some bullets for my battle-axe to fight these guys with when I ended up meeting this really cute gym leader. Did I mention I walked there? Yeah, I was so afraid of being found out that I walked to Orre and I got lost in the desert. Thankfully I had B-kun with me and I rode in on him like the Virgin Mary to this old west cowboy hat town. So while I'm there I get a shower finally and a clean set of panties with food and I go back out to find a bodyguard. I can't find one. Or they're too expensive so I end up just getting a lot of these really moody but discount Pokemon that pretty much just want to tear stuff up. So I was like Hmm, okay. So that was how I got Brick he's like a big purple batman who likes french fries. Then there's Snake who's like Amadeus but a big long rock who loves giving hugs and I feel so bad because he's so big because he gives me these puppy dog eyes whenever I put him back in his ball. It's so sad and I have to take him with me to the scrap side of the rail yard to let him out because he gets super excited over little fluffy things. I learned the hard way at the park when he went about chasing all the cute fluffy Pokemon wanting to make friends. That was a disaster. Then there's Blue, she's definitely the battle-axe but she's really fond of tic-tacs. So, .....Oh yeah I'm not out of Orre yet."
"So anyway Christmas comes around and the Devon Five have yet to find me but I actually get a- and I don't know how he knew this- but I get an invitation to go to the League Christmas ball in Castelia City, Unova!" her eyes were wide and looking over at Etsy nodding in honest truth. "So I end up going to Castelia because my contact says Steven should be there for that event. I just need to talk to him and convince him to go back home. Okay not a big deal, so I go. And you wouldn't believe who was there." she sat back in her seat for a moment taking a sip of her luke warm coffee and stared at Etsy waiting for her to take a guess. "The Professor. You have no idea how hard it was for me not to make contact with him and dodge being seen at that thing while looking for Steven. I wanted to pull my hair out because he was in a three piece suit Etsy! I wanted to take his buttons off with my teeth! But nooo Double-O Mimi is on assignment." she bobbed around in clear full body sass mode in her seat at the responsibility she had to endure on her adventure. "I am so frustrated. I am still so frustrated about that. Pisses me off." she muttered the last bit into her cup as she glared out the window to the stopped traffic. "Then the Devon Five showed up again. Not at the party but, you know, later. It got really bad at this point, because the next thing I know -" her mouth just opened and closed suddenly as her eyes rolled up to the ceiling as her lashes batted. You could tell something was wrong with Mimi, just the way her face started to fluster up with pink cheeks and her hand moved to touch her chest as if to keep her heart in. "That's when I met ...words can't describe the God that descended to my rescue. Etsy, you don't understand. Ah-" Mimi tried to talk, she tried to find the words to describe the majestic creature that swept in to her rescue but every adjective she tried to speak fell in glorious rapture of the memory. "He had red hair and was a cop and DAMMMMMNNNNN! I would tattoooooo his name anywhere. I would be the Presidents daughter I would wear a target for that. Because he could practice on me anyday."Wooo she breathed out suddenly and reached over to the napkin dispenser grabbing a fist full as she used one to pat the sweat on her forehead and neck while the rest fanned her face trying to calm down the fluster. "Give me a minute."
She took seven in a half, the fanning of her face didn't stop nor did the fluster in her cheeks leave until her eyes got glassy in unshed tears at the memory. "His name was Cris and he was sent by my contact to fetch me and place me under Witness Protection along with some other goobers but he was....He was it. If he had a favorite sports drink I would like to be it. But umm, where was I we're getting off topic here." she reached up and scratched the top of her forehead with her pinky nail. "Oh yeah! So, this this gets deep. So just, wait till I finish. So apparently the Devon Five were really upset that I was trying to find Steven to the point where things were heating up exponentially. Like, you know like on a scale of one to five I think they were at an eight of P.O.'d at me I think. It's at this point I'm being told that I need to change my name, my hair color my job and pretty much just up and leave with no contact what so ever to my past. I was kind of okay with this. I mean as long as I was with the red head I was like well, Etsy would approve and I'm safe, he's a cope what could go wrong right? So I ended up becoming Alisa Gotshubae, I think it was a Jewish name. I don't know why, I don't look Jewish, do I? Do I have the nose or something? But anyway so he ends up taking me on this escort ride to my new location and what not which was here in Nue. There was the car chase and there was the bomb and...what else was there? Oh yeah the gas station robbery. But um, OH I got to drive the Ferrari! It was awesome but anyway I just couldn't believe Devon Corp had the tenacity to like peruse me like that. It was just mind blowing." Truth be told the only reason it was mind blowing was because Mimi had no clue that what she thought was her fault and her pursuers were actually some stragglers from a mission that Cris was on that just so happened to follow him home for some revenge. A minor set back for him but one that Mimi took to heart, "So when we arrived in Tynntill Town with everything still in one piece I had to..." she started to sniff and dab at her eyes for a moment. "Sorry Etsy, I just can't believe I let that one get away but I didn't want to drag him down anymore with my Devon Drama so Alisa Gotchubae said goodbye and he left to go back to his world."
The soft silence that followed held a viewing at a funeral atmosphere, before Mimi took a deep inhale and held it for five seconds. "And that was until a year ago when I got contacted by Mr. Moore, he was my contact by the way, with a letter of apology for all the trouble and that I had gone through and that my mother was doing great and Mr. Stone woke up from his coma so I didn't have to worry about searching for Steven anymore and I got to change my name back and I started working here and so now I wake up every morning to my radio husband Emile in the Morning and that's how I've gotten through all my heartaches and recovery. Voice therapy, who knew right? And it's free. I just turn on the radio and boom there he is. So yeah, that's about it, haven't been up to much. How 'bout you? What's all going on in your neck of the woods?"
If Etta smoked, this would be a three pack day, clearly. Unfortunately Etta did not smoke, and so, as Mimzi related her epic tale of misadventure and casual insanity, Etta ordered another cup of coffee to pass the time. And then a razz berry scone. And then finally the daily soup special. Two bowls. By which time she had come to the usual conclusion that, to spare herself headaches and a very maternal brand of worry, the best thing to do was give a mental "OK then" and roll with it. If she worried about everything that happened to Mimi while she wasn't watching, she would probably have ulcers and a migraine problem, after all.
The fluff, predictably, got stuck on the revelation that Etta hailed from Tynntill, and it took the usual expressive cues to get her moving off of that. And then they were off. To Sinnoh, apparently, and then to Kanto on this wild goose chase for the wayward billionaire and eligible bachelor, because there was no doubt that point had not slipped Mimi's mind. But then they were back to the professor, and the Kraken, and the professor's chest, the importance of the above being not necessarily in that order.
This was why it was easy not to get worked up over her stories. By the time they had tumbled around the filter of her mind, it sounded almost as though she had never been in any danger at all.
Oh, the sad part. Etta nodded very understandingly and accepted the wad of napkins, subtly using one of them to wipe the side of her current coffee cup where a drop of creamer had escaped and run down the side. This was the part where she could swell with a bit of pride for the fluff though, because as much as people loved to take her Mims for the dumb blonde stereotype, she got herself out of half the trouble she got into on her own brain power. Really, there was her girl successfully evading a quintet of corrupt corporate executives. Good for her. And a discount Pokemon army was better than no army at all. At the mention Etta's gaze slipped over the Leto and Eclair, who were baffling the cafe staff slightly by ordering and paying for their own muffins and lounging at one of the other tables. She loved those two. Barely had to keep an eye on them.
So, Mimi got to Christmas without causing the universe to collapse. Etta withheld the eye roll of all eye rolls as she went on about the professor's suit and reached over to pat the poor fluff on the shoulder. All that bobbing around and she was going to spill her drink.
Etta had gotten to her soup by the time the Devon Five showed up again. You know, later. And she wondered vaguely if any sort of law enforcement was in on the fact that the board of directors or whoever these people were, but anyhow some very important people from probably the most powerful company in the regions, was chasing this picture of innocence around the world with nefarious intent - which was about when Mimi looked to be having a moment.
"Breathe, sweetie," she reminded absently, and blew softly on a spoonful of soup.
Ah, so some man had reached the coveted deity status in Mimi Terms. This should be a trip. With another soft issued reminder for Mimi to breathe, she quirked a brow slightly at the blonde's terms to express the red-headed cop's apparent attractiveness, and wondered where Mimi got all this language from anyway. Hot redhead though. And a cop. She felt like she should be marking checkboxes or something because Mimi's adventures seemed to have everything but the kitchen sink, and it was still early.
Witness protection. Check. Angry businessmen running rampant, hot cop - she couldn't be sure if she would approve but at least he was law enforcement. Mimi could accidentally pick up much worse without noticing. "No honey, you don't look particularly Jewish," she tossed in, and nodded reverently at Mimi's sacrifice for the greater good and leaving Cris the Hot Redheaded Cop behind. She wasn't even gonna touch the bomb and the robbery and the ferrari. The world wasn't ready. And so there was a moment of silence for the Police Wedding That Could Have Been.
And then suddenly the tale was over. Miraculous coma recovery and the whole thing just kind of sat there with the air of anticlimax that almost had a comedic edge when you considered Mimi and everything that had happened. Nothing ever really ended up touching her after all. And so instead there were trains, decorating ticket counters like kissing booths, radio husbands-
Wait.
Who did she just say?
Etta carefully set her spoon down, eyeing the bowl for a moment as though there might have been something in it to mess with her auditory perception before slowly looking back up at Mimi as she went on about voice therapy.
Emile you son of a bitch.
"Emile, huh? I think I've heard that show . . . Nothing much," Etta replied, elbows on the table, steepling her hands and resting her chin atop them. She was smiling, sure, but there was easy to miss edge like she was right back to plotting someone's untimely death. "Just looking for you, getting back in touch with my brother, mundane stuff, comparatively." Of all the radio stations in all the world, Mimi had to tune into her brother and fall for him. Well. She she was definitely not getting into that with Mimi right now, nope. If the blonde hadn't put two and two together that she had a twin named Emile and they were both from Tynntill, she wasn't going to putt the little counting blockings together for her. She need to preemptively throttle Emile first. "I'm considering new business ventures. I cut from the company again," she explained, referring to her on-again-off-again consulting position in Saffron. "I could set up something similar here, but I'm not sure yet." She looked around. "So, trains, huh? You like it here? This was one of my favorite spots when I was a kid."
Her fingers with itching to pull her phone out and start a death threat to Emile, but she held off, for now. She wasn't sure how all this was his fault yet, but it totally was.
"Emile, huh? I think I've heard that show . . . Nothing much," She'd have to tell Etsy all about Emile in the Morning, he was such a pleasant Radio host to wake up to, which is probably why she hadn't bothered punching her clock radio off the bedside stand in a while. It was perhaps one of her most favorite and loathed perks of Tynntill Town. Because of the cities anal time schedules the phrase "You snooze you lose" held frighteningly true there, which made it a pain in the ass sometimes to get ready when her hair didn't want to go right. But then again because of that meticilous timing when her alarm clock would go off it always opened up with Emile saying "Good Morning ~" to her. There was just something pleasant about waking up to Good Morning instead of some stupid mind numbing beep or siren like wail to rip you out of a good dream. Mimi sighed to herself and sat back in her seat looking over at the counter and motioning for a refill, she'd have to call in one day and request a song.
"Just looking for you, getting back in touch with my brother, mundane stuff, comparatively."
"Well you found me-Oh please Etsy you always have the fun adven-tur ishesingle?" she said picking up her fresh cup and blowing on it a she sipped from the edge watching her best friend finish her noodles. "I'm considering new business ventures. I cut from the company again, I could set up something similar here, but I'm not sure yet."
Guess not, hmm. Oh well, atleast now she didn't need to look for an excuse to go drinking. Her head tipped to the side trying to think of exactly what Etsy would be interested in doing and which business to get into. She probably knew more about Tynntill then she did but Etsy was, shhh don't tell anyone I said it, a weird one. She liked traveling and ghost hunting. Oooh wait, wasn't there a thing about stuff?
"So, trains, huh? You like it here? This was one of my favorite spots when I was a kid."
"Yeah it's pretty nice actually once you get used to it. At first I hated it because they were really, really big jerks about time and being on time and you know how my hair is!" her hands reached up pulling at a curled lock of blond. "I almost quit but then I realized just how important it was to them and then what it meant for the rest of the region. Like, you know how you hate waiting or if something's late? Yeah, they like, barely have that here in Tynntill Town. If everyone else ran on Tynntill time I think we could actually get all the presents that people ordered late still delivered on Christmas and Mr. Nally, my boss is really nice. He practically begged me to stay. The accents here are pretty cute too, not to mention this is like where everyone goes through so there's always some new meat passing by. Though I don't get to see it that often." a sigh escaped as she relaxed in her seat and crossed her legs.
Her tongue slipped out and rubbed over her top lip in thought, completely forgetting she was wearing the runway color of the moment and instead concentrating on what sort of job Etsy would or could do. There was a bartending position available at the Choo-Choo's she knew of, hmm. "You know Etsy, its pretty amazing that we found each other again you know that? You got really lucky, usually I don't work the ticket booth." she pointed to her left breast and name tag with three little pins that sat above it. "I'm usually in the tower working the shipping yards directory. You know, putting the colored cargo containers on the right track?" her hands moved out and made a motion like she was doing the find the bean under the cup game. "I thought it'd be a pretty boring job, but when you think about them being full of the lastest fashion from overseas and make up it's like it's like, "Heck yes I'll sort that to the nearest destination. There are women, young girls who need to look their best for the day or their significant other!" " Mimi picked up her cup once more as her eyes glanced over the top of her cup at Etsy and raised her brows once at her, "If you know what I mean." She cooed. Mimi be damned if someone's lingerie didn't make it to Anya's Closet on her watch.
It was hard not to shiver when Mimi asked if Emile was single, and so she just glided right over the question, grateful that Mimi would probably just go with the flow of the conversation.
It wasn't as though she hadn't considered her brother for Mimi before. There were definite upsides to that, after all. She knew Emile better than any man in the world, so she could say with one hundred percent certainty that he was not, at heart, an asshole. He could pretty much be trusted. And she had easy access to him if for some reason she still needed to avenge Mimi. There was also the potential of being sister-in-laws, which could be fun. Unfortunately, Emile was one of those charming sons of bitches that had friendly, casual dates with women all the time. Nothing serious for the most part, nothing even sexual, just fun dinners and somehow slipping into private galas with one of his six dozen or so gal pals. He had had perhaps one and a half serious relationships in their nearly twenty-five years of existing. There was really no telling if he was ready for the fluff.
But she was already in love with him in a roundabout way and for that, she was getting some avenging whether she knew it or not.
Hearing Mimi talk about the trains, though, it was nice that she seemed to have gotten a little passionate over something besides potential suitors. Especially if it was getting her out of bed and to work on time, because there were things about hair and makeup that were so deeply entrenched in Mimi's brain that Etta supposed she would probably stop to pick up blush during a zombie apocalypse.
"Oh, of course," Etta agreed with a slight chuckle, internally rolling her eyes at Mimi's lingerie implications. In some ways the dear thing really did have a one-track mind, but it was a hardworking one at least. Shipping coordinator was not the first atop the list of jobs one would expect of Mimi, but she managed to make it fit. "You can't keep some people waiting when it comes to that." A confiding not, for Mimi's benefit.
Etta stretched, arms curving up over her head, and then lulled her head to the side to check the time on one of the TVs still showing the local news. Was it still that early? Mimi's stories felt like experiencing a small, bizarre lifetime. "So, where you living now, Mims?" she asked. "I've been staying at my parents', but it looks like I'm going to be sticking around, so I guess apartment hunting is in order." That and crashing Emile's place whenever she felt like it. It had been a while since she bothered to set down roots anywhere. Probably not since leaving Saffron. "Hopefully somewhere at least as nice as my old place. Or maybe a studio office, depending on where and how I set up shop." She shrugged. "However it goes, you're coming over for dinner sometime soon. My parents are half convinced you're an urban legend." The fluff truly needed to be seen to be believed.