I'm searching for some disbelief that I can still suspend

[scientificflair]

Who: Jean Descole (scientificflair); Emmy Altava (snapandscoot
Where: Saffron City
When: Afternoon of May 12th, after the blackouts
Summary: Descole summons Emmy to Saffron City; there are a few...rather unpleasant discussions to be had.
Rating: PG? Good lord I don't know, but it's going to be an awkward one. LOL NEVER MIND WE'RE UP AT LEAST PG-13 WITHIN TWO TAGS, THE MUN SWEARS LIKE A SAILOR
Log:

It had been a bit of a challenge getting the message to her in the first place; one incredibly agitated phone call and an ownership transferral over the network later, Descole could still only really hope that it had arrived. It should have, assuming that his...associate on the other side in Johto hadn't screwed anything up; she seemed the competent sort, anyway, and she'd had to return to the base in Goldenrod to retrieve a few things anyway.

With any luck, a Masquerain would be seeking out Emmy Altava, starting in Goldenrod City; Descole hadn't any idea where she would be otherwise, so he had informed Phantom to return to the base if he couldn't find her there. The creature had seemed to understand Emmy's appearance and voice off of the few conversations saved to Descole's 'Gear - hopefully the voice would still be recognizable once shouting was no longer involved; Descole would have used the Gear itself, but he couldn't be sure how well he trusted it right now, even after the power outage had righted itself.

That Masquerain was bearing cargo, however - nothing fancy, one of the pieces of mail obtainable in the stores. It had been opened already, though it had been closed again with what amounted to "far too many staples", and there was a handwritten note that appeared to be...awkwardly stapled to the staples - a row of small, neat capital letters that looked for all the world like some very tiny screaming.

TO THIS EMMY ALTAVA PERSON:

PLEASE INFORM MR DESCOLE THAT I AM NOT HIS ERRAND GIRL. IN FUTURE, IF HE WANTS TO SEE YOU THAT BADLY, HE CAN ARRANGE HIS DATES HIMSELF.

- CAROLINE.

...Well, that was moderately awkward.

However, should the veritable barrier of staples be broken by the recipient, the note inside was decidedly more gently-worded.

My dearest Emmy,

It's only been a matter of days, and yet I find that I simply must see you again. Unfortunately, my work keeps me in Celadon City, in the Kanto region; however, I do know that you love travel, and I think this has a chance to be a grand adventure. I ask that you forgive my impatience, but it's incredibly dire, dearest - I've so much to tell you, so many things to show you! The situation we found ourselves in last time...I believe it to have intensified greatly, even in your absence.

Take the Magnet Train, if you find yourself willing to indulge me; I've already paid your fare. I'll be waiting at the station for you at...

And enclosed would be the date, the time, and one of those Rail Passes, the entire letter finished off by Jean Descole's usual...horrendously flourished signature.

...and a brief PS -

Caroline, if you're reading this, I will have a word with your supervisor upon my return to Goldenrod City; don't be so nosy.

...this entire message, basically, was a bundle of awkward; the Masquerain would quite frankly ditch as soon as the letter was received, flitting back to...wherever it had come from. Descole himself would be waiting at that station in Celadon City at the date and time designated, however.

He would let his pride suffer a bit for this. He supposed.

Comments

[snapandscoot]

[[Emmy had been outside on her little balcony when the Masquerain dropped in on her; at first she had thought it was a wild Pokemon, but it had flitted around her head, bumping against her before dropping a letter next to her tea and zooming away. It was certainly a bit of an experience, considering Bug had nearly gone over the balcony trying to chase it.

The note on the front of the envelope had been enough to make her raise her eyebrows, but the letter itself....! She'd had to read it carefully a second time to fully understand what it was Descole was asking (and she did understand; it was rather clever of him!), as the first readthrough had left her blushing furiously, startling her Pokemon with the small shriek she'd given off.

But she had promptly packed her things and jumped on the Magnet Train. If he'd gone to this much effort to contact her, it was obviously important. From what he'd said in the love letter (letter letter just letter), it didn't sound like he had good news to give.

It would have been enough to sour her mood had she not been bouncing in her seat the entire journey; so fast! So incredible! Why hadn't she travelled on this fantastic train before?!

So when she disembarked at the Saffron station, bag slung over her shoulder, a silly grin was plastered on her face. It didn't take her long to notice Descole; he...well. He did stand out.]]

Hello sweetheart!

[scientificflair]

[Well, she could just have the most enthusiastic...smirk in the world in response to that greeting!

...you know, the sort that implies the person doing it kind of hates everything about their life at the moment? Yep. Yep.]

Darling. I trust the trip was pleasant?

[fuck his life fuck it hard]

[snapandscoot]

Oh, it was acceptable.

[[....nope, she can't hold it in]]

.....it was amazing!! I've never travelled on such an incredible train! I loved every second of it!

[[You don't mind if she trots up and links her arm with yours, do you? Of course you don't, sweetie.]]

You always know what to give me, my love!

[scientificflair]

[...EMMY YOU ARE GOING TO KILL HIM

HE IS DYING

DYING DEAD AND RISEN ON THE THIRD DAY, PRAISE THE LORD, HALLELUJAH no seriously he hates you so much right now]

I take it the letter reached you with no problems, then.

[That's more a formality than anything, as it's incredibly obvious that it did; it also might be a way for him to distract himself, to give him something else to focus on outside of how he was suddenly completely unable to make eye contact with her, and looking at the way she's grasping his arm is equally out of the question.]

[snapandscoot]

[[She is well aware~! Come on Descole, you need to lighten up a bit anyway!]]

It did; such a wonderful surprise! I must admit, I wasn't expecting it! And such lovely things you said, too~

[[As they walk, Emmy is admiring Saffron City; it's huge! And so modern!

...speaking of lightening up, time for some more trolling-with-a-purpose]]

I take it you're going to take me back to your place, now~?

[scientificflair]

[...Emmy...

As it stands, he doesn't dignify that first part with a response; the second, however...]

Something like that.

[Ugh, this is so awkward; he doesn't know what to do with the realization that he's taking Emmy back to a hotel, either. This is lovely. Absolutely. Lovely.

He pulls his arm away from her; he isn't too abrupt about it, he's not casting her off, but he's definitely firm enough in getting her to let go.]

Come on, then.

[snapandscoot]

Is that any way to treat a lady?

[[But she doesn't force the point, choosing to skip alongside him and pull out her camera.]]

I must say, I love this city! It's like Goldenrod, but there's a different feel about it...it's more clustered, or something. Either way, it's wonderful!

[[If you're going to be moody she is going to amp up the perky, alright!]]

[scientificflair]

It's a bit too modern for my tastes; I can't say I care for it very much, but it isn't bad, no.

[...BETTER NOW THAT IT ISN'T OVERRUN WITH TRUBBISH, MY GOD -

...wait, what are you even doing. No, really, do you have a camera out?

Oh, that's amused him, good lord.]

...Emmy, sweetheart, you're behaving like a tourist.

[snapandscoot]

Well, isn't that what I am?

[[SNAP! You just got photographed~]]

Come on honey, let's see a smile~!

[scientificflair]

[His reaction to that is immediate - a lot of flinching, followed by a lot of internal wharrgarbl, followed by what is very nearly a lot of external flailing before he manages to stop himself.

What he has to tell her isn't pleasant. Best to let her enjoy herself for now.]

Will you stop that?

[...okay, he'll bitch a little. But he won't do anything too rash.]

[snapandscoot]

[[Have a giggle, Descole~]]

I'll be sure to send you a copy when I get them developed~!

[[She puts the camera away, then, stretching her arms above her head and smiling.]]

How much longer until we're there? I could murder a cup of tea.

[scientificflair]

...it's close by, actually. Hopefully you weren't expecting anything terribly elaborate; I'm not staying in this town any longer than I have to.

...there is tea, however.

[The inn actually isn't too far off; once they arrive he wastes no time in leading her upstairs, trying not to focus on exactly how awkward this is. He fully intends to distract himself with the tea as soon as they're there.

...he never said he was the greatest host in the world. Not for things like this, anyway.]

[snapandscoot]

[[Emmy cheerfully trots up the stairs behind him, seating herself at the table.

It's there that she allows herself to become a bit more focused. She wasn't faking her earlier enthusiasm, but now that they're properly alone, the real subject of their meeting can come up.]]

....I take it you've learned something rather serious.

[scientificflair]

[He pauses for a moment in the tea preparations, though he keeps his hands busy; something to focus on, really.]

A few things, yes. But first things first - I assume you're aware of the rather strange happenings over the last week?

[Those storms were a bit hard to miss.]

[snapandscoot]

Oh, yes; the weather was frightful! My poor Emboar wouldn't stop having nightmares.

[[She moves to offer to help him with the tea, but decides against it. He seems fairly happy to be doing it himself.]]

...are you implying Team Rocket had something to do with them?

[scientificflair]

Don't worry, Emmy, they haven't developed the technology to interfere with the weather at all.

[That isn't a "no", however.]

And what of the rest? The...infestation, shall we say. Were you in Goldenrod?

[snapandscoot]

...no. I was in Ecruteak; I thought I'd travel there to see how things were after that horrible attack on the Kimono Girls. Of course, when I got there, those disgusting Pokemon were running everywhere.

[[She looks at her hands, then, frustration coming over her face.]]

And I ran into Archer. After he set his Pokemon on me.

[scientificflair]

...Archer.

[The name comes out abruptly, as though it's something that offends him. That...that isn't good. Not good, not good, not good - ]

I can't say that I'm surprised; we had a bit of a run-in. He's rather displeased with me, thanks to...recent happenings regarding that list; he's claiming that he wants you as his target now, though I doubt anything has actually been done about that, I would have been notified. He was likely putting up a front, but just the same...I would suggest being careful with him.

[snapandscoot]

Ah, really?!

[[Oh, god, that's not good. A sinking feeling settles in her stomach.]]

I don't...know what I'm supposed to do about him, Descole. He's so awful. I do hope he didn't do anything to you. I wouldn't be able to forgive mysel-

[[....let her just change the topic before the awkward kicks in]]

...our battle finished rather strangely.

[[She gently lifts her bag onto the table, then; it's a lot bigger than one would need for a simple trip, but when she opens it, it becomes very clear why she needed it.

It's stuffed with soft material, and nestled in the middle? Two Abra eggs.]]

It must be mating season for Alakazams, or something; my Abbie and his...Alekhine ended up getting busy in the middle of our battle!

[[As she speaks, said Alakazam appears behind her, giggling. She's never really in her Pokeball, these days. If only for the added protection.]]

[scientificflair]

[...EMMY, WHAT ON EARTH]

...Well, that's...certainly something, isn't it.

[No, really, what does he do with this knowledge, outside of...LET'S BRING THE TEA OVER, THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA

Hope you aren't expecting anything too fancy, as this hotel definitely isn't; the tea is...consumable, at least.]

...I don't know how you like it; do what you will to it.

[...Descole, on the other hand, is promptly setting about with sugar and lemon; he was raised with French customs, after all.]

As for Archer, don't concern yourself. He knows better than to attack a member of the organization; besides, he was unable to really make any of his accusations against me stick.

[snapandscoot]

Well, if you're sure....

[[Emmy will take a small sip of the tea, before wrinkling her nose slightly and adding a spoonful of sugar, curiously watching the way Descole goes about preparing his.]]

I really ought to thank you for being such a help to me with all this. Honestly, I can't even understand how I managed to get myself into this mess in the first place.

[[...her eyes drift over to those twin Abra eggs, nuzzled in her bag. Maybe there is a way she can thank him without making things too awkward.]]

....say, how would you like an Abra egg? As...well, thanks, for helping me.

[scientificflair]

You don't have to thank me, Emmy.

[His gaze follows hers to that bag, however...]

...although I won't say no to one of those eggs, simply because I suspect it would annoy Archer terribly if he knew about any of this.

[snapandscoot]

Wouldn't it just~?

[[Clapping her hands eagerly, Emmy moves around to the bag, running a hand over the eggs, her Alakazam happily floating after her.]]

Abbie says they're going to be twins; a boy and a girl! She says she can already communicate with them! Aren't Alakazams fascinating?

[[The eggs gently shift in the blankets, then, as if responding to this talk of their mother.]]

She also says that because Alekhine fathered them, they'll have some incredible techniques, right from birth! Which one would you like; the boy or the girl?

[scientificflair]

The boy, if you don't mind - and believe me, I'm well aware of what happens when Archer breeds his Pokémon; he and Kimblee have created quite a few monstrosities already.

[...ah.]

...speaking of, Emmy - have you heard from Kimblee lately? Last we spoke, you were going to talk to him.

[snapandscoot]

The boy it is, then! Abbie?

[[The Alakazam nods, reaching over and gathering up the egg on the left, while Emmy wraps a few blankets around it.]]

You've got to keep him warm for a few more days yet, and then he'll hatch!

[[She places the egg gently down with Descole's other possessions. Can't have him forgetting it, after all!]]

Abbie says she's pleased with this decision! But make sure you take good care of him or she'll be upset, and she got to Level 100 yesterday!

[[But it's clear the remark is meant in jest. Returning to the table, Emmy seats herself once more, growing pensive.]]

Yes, I did speak with Mr Kimblee. We've...got quite a little plot going on.