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route_10652012-06-22 12:31 am
explosivecombat) wrote in route_10652012-06-22 12:31 am
If I'm not the type of guy you'd like to circumvent, just remember not to love me when I disappear
Who: Emmy Altava (snapandscoot); Solf J Kimblee (explosivecombat)
Where: Goldenrod City
When: The evening of the 22nd
Summary: Completely innocent not-date between friends. Completely innocent. Because it's not like Kimblee's been in the doghouse lately or anything.
Rating: Most likely PG/PG-13 at the highest
Log:
There were days when it paid off well to be living in a region that changed its fashion sense maybe once every two or three years at the fastest and had a department store with an entire section devoted to capes, of all things; Kimblee hadn't exactly been optimistic when he had returned to a store he had last had reason to visit last February, and he hadn't exactly been looking forward to it in any way, either. He had been born upper-class and as such had never felt out-of-place, exactly, in high-end boutiques, but this was the sort of place that was made of entirely too many frills and jeweled things and lacy things and...things he admittedly had no idea what to do with; it was the sort of place where the fondest memories he had of such places in Amestris was finding another guy in the shop, usually sitting outside the fitting rooms, girlfriend's purse firmly in hand and bored look firmly on face - the unspoken conversations carried on with such people, conveyed through expression and soft tilts of the head, were often entertaining enough in their own right to alleviate the monotony somewhat.
He hadn't expected the trip here with Emmy last February to be any better, but her enthusiasm had made the shopping...surprisingly more tolerable; he had been able to tell that this was mostly, if not entirely, a new experience for her, judging by all the excitement over the dresses and the way she seemed to be determined to move like a lady but couldn't quite contain the urge to put just a bit more sway in her walk for the sake of feeling the skirts swish around, and how she didn't seem able to keep herself from twirling a bit in front of the mirrors while asking his opinion.
It had been, for lack of a better term, completely adorable.
There had been other things Kimblee had noticed, however, namely the way she had rather seemed to enjoy a rather extravagant number, warm-colored and quite frankly pulling out all of the stops in terms of formal wear in general. She had taken it into the fitting rooms one last time before making her selection, and then she'd surprised him by selecting another dress entirely; the hesitation in her voice had been almost entirely absent when he'd asked her if she was sure. He hadn't argued the point at the time, but his suspicions had been confirmed when the price was - the one she had selected had been rather less expensive.
Again, however, that had been in February; he was pleased to find the shop still carrying that particular extravagant style months later, in June. Given that it was Johto, he wasn't exactly surprised, but just the same, it made his life just that much easier. He'd sent a message out to Emmy upon purchasing the thing, asking her to clear some time in her schedule for the evening - he would like to take her to dinner, for the sake of catching up; he was punctual, garment bag draped loosely over his arms.
Their last conversation had left reason for Kimblee to believe that she was displeased with him, but his demeanor was casual despite that as he knocked to let her know he'd arrived, shifting the garment bag a bit to do so before resettling. He was dressed far differently than usual himself, having abandoned the usual white-and-pastels in favor of something far darker, the black suit and shirt accented just slightly with the deep purple of the tie. It was classy without being flashy; when one accompanied someone wearing a dress like what he had purchased for Emmy, it was primarily their job to be an accessory, and he was perfectly content with that.
Assuming, of course, this went over well in the first place.
snapandscoot); Solf J Kimblee (explosivecombat)Where: Goldenrod City
When: The evening of the 22nd
Summary: Completely innocent not-date between friends. Completely innocent. Because it's not like Kimblee's been in the doghouse lately or anything.
Rating: Most likely PG/PG-13 at the highest
Log:
There were days when it paid off well to be living in a region that changed its fashion sense maybe once every two or three years at the fastest and had a department store with an entire section devoted to capes, of all things; Kimblee hadn't exactly been optimistic when he had returned to a store he had last had reason to visit last February, and he hadn't exactly been looking forward to it in any way, either. He had been born upper-class and as such had never felt out-of-place, exactly, in high-end boutiques, but this was the sort of place that was made of entirely too many frills and jeweled things and lacy things and...things he admittedly had no idea what to do with; it was the sort of place where the fondest memories he had of such places in Amestris was finding another guy in the shop, usually sitting outside the fitting rooms, girlfriend's purse firmly in hand and bored look firmly on face - the unspoken conversations carried on with such people, conveyed through expression and soft tilts of the head, were often entertaining enough in their own right to alleviate the monotony somewhat.
He hadn't expected the trip here with Emmy last February to be any better, but her enthusiasm had made the shopping...surprisingly more tolerable; he had been able to tell that this was mostly, if not entirely, a new experience for her, judging by all the excitement over the dresses and the way she seemed to be determined to move like a lady but couldn't quite contain the urge to put just a bit more sway in her walk for the sake of feeling the skirts swish around, and how she didn't seem able to keep herself from twirling a bit in front of the mirrors while asking his opinion.
It had been, for lack of a better term, completely adorable.
There had been other things Kimblee had noticed, however, namely the way she had rather seemed to enjoy a rather extravagant number, warm-colored and quite frankly pulling out all of the stops in terms of formal wear in general. She had taken it into the fitting rooms one last time before making her selection, and then she'd surprised him by selecting another dress entirely; the hesitation in her voice had been almost entirely absent when he'd asked her if she was sure. He hadn't argued the point at the time, but his suspicions had been confirmed when the price was - the one she had selected had been rather less expensive.
Again, however, that had been in February; he was pleased to find the shop still carrying that particular extravagant style months later, in June. Given that it was Johto, he wasn't exactly surprised, but just the same, it made his life just that much easier. He'd sent a message out to Emmy upon purchasing the thing, asking her to clear some time in her schedule for the evening - he would like to take her to dinner, for the sake of catching up; he was punctual, garment bag draped loosely over his arms.
Their last conversation had left reason for Kimblee to believe that she was displeased with him, but his demeanor was casual despite that as he knocked to let her know he'd arrived, shifting the garment bag a bit to do so before resettling. He was dressed far differently than usual himself, having abandoned the usual white-and-pastels in favor of something far darker, the black suit and shirt accented just slightly with the deep purple of the tie. It was classy without being flashy; when one accompanied someone wearing a dress like what he had purchased for Emmy, it was primarily their job to be an accessory, and he was perfectly content with that.
Assuming, of course, this went over well in the first place.
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Taking another sip of wine, Emmy tried to force the worry from her face.
"She could have died, Mr Kimblee. These people aren't playing around-"
....wait a minute...a Pokemon Center, wait-
"....Mr Kimblee, out of curiousity; what Center were you working in when I contacted you? Was it Olivine, by any chance!?"
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"I'll thank you to watch your accusations, Miss Altava - but no, it certainly wasn't Olivine. There were entirely too many people in that city for me to be comfortable working there; I'm a soldier, not a healer, and when it comes to normal jobs outside of the military, I had never worked a day in my life besides. I took the job because the pay was good, but I wasn't about to do so in a place that highly populated, where I would have a good amount of contact with patients. I went up north again, where it's much less densely-populated and business, as it were, would be slow - I'm not about to take lives into my hands with no idea of what I'm doing."
He toyed with the knife a bit between his fingers before returning to cutting at the steak with it; really, he was doing more of that than he was eating it, but he couldn't exactly say he cared terribly much.
"I'm not denying that it was possibly someone within the organization. What I'm saying is that this particular attack was the work of individuals; there have been no orders issued to make a move against Miss Farron. Nothing official has been stated one way or the other in regards to what we're supposed to do about those on that list - and since my partner is on it, believe me, I'm paying attention to it.
You need to remain calm, Miss Altava - believe me, I won't do anything that will allow harm to befall Isaac or yourself, or anyone else on that list."
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"Mr Kimblee, I wasn't trying to accuse you, I just wanted to see if perhaps you saw anyone suspicious on the off-chance you were working at Olivine. Why are you being so defensive? I have no reason to accuse you of anything. You're acting like I'm...I don't know, interrogating you for some sort of crime."
Frowning, Emmy looked to the side and took another sip of her wine. At this stage they'd have to order another bottle.
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He didn't sound angry, however, nor was he being condescending about it; it was simply a statement, and he paused for a moment once it was out there.
"We both need to relax, I think; this has been hard on both of us, and it shows."
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Sighing, Emmy slowly ate another piece of her steak. Her appetite was slowly waning, but it felt rude to leave such expensive food. Besides, it did taste incredibly good. She tried not to think about just what kind of creature she was eating.
"I'm just....sick of all this. I want to....I don't know, run away to Kanto and get away from it all. I haven't seen much of the place but it looks nice enough."
Smiling softly, looking off to the side, she swirled her wine slowly, watching the way the liquid slid around the inside of the glass.
"But the Professor certainly wouldn't approve of that. He wouldn't run away."
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Emmy also shifts her gaze over to the ocean, before smiling back at her dining partner.
"It should give me some good material for the second volume of your album!"