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atrueheroine) wrote in route_10652012-09-01 12:07 am
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It's a fabulous Fable foursome!
Who: Page (atrueheroine), Reaver (istheindustry), Barry (feelofmisfortune) and Logan (decrees)
Where: Violet City.
When: Now~!
Summary: There are three people in Albion that Page loathes more than any others. Guess which three she manages to bump into on her way through Violet City.
Rating: This one actually requires a legitimate warning, so:
I'd put this at a R rating/NSFW, as there will more than likely be quite a lot of potentially graphic sexual things being said, due to two of the characters involved, and their...fondness for directing said things at poor bloody Page here, orz. So please read at your own discretion!
Log:
Page quite liked Violet City, all things considered.
There was a serenity to the place that she hadn't experienced in years, a sort of calm that she couldn't find in Bowerstone, even when alone, and Page was alone quite a bit. Well, at least, she tried to be, but life in the rebel HQ meant that there was usually someone around, wanting to see her for some reason or another. So being here in Johto, away from it all was....nice. Not that she'd feel that way if she hadn't found out time had stopped back in Albion. They'd just managed to actually get somewhere, and she'd ended up here.
It was typical, really. Page was used to things not going her way.
So it was pleasantly surprising that Violet City had....well, been so pleasant. She'd visited the beautiful Tower in the centre, and had been fortunate enough to meet with one of the monks who inhabited it. He was kind enough to tell her of the Tower's origin, the legend, and even take a look at her Pokemon. He'd said they had a lot of potential, as did she.
It triggered some memories Page had been trying to repress. She had once lived among people like the monk, who had been kind and thoughtful and told her she had a lot of potential. But that time was nothing but a distant memory now, and she had ensured she kept her emotions under control whilst speaking to him. It wasn't difficult; burying her emotions was another thing Page was, unfortunately, very used to.
She'd opted not to spend too much time loitering around the Tower, as she didn't enjoy wasting time on idle things. However, she admittedly had....no idea what else to do with her time in the city. Fortunately, the kindly monk had solved that problem by giving her a book on the history of Violet City and the Sprout Tower.
That almost made her lose control. Almost. But she had held back, as she always had, and thanked the monk profusely. His smile as she'd departed seemed knowing. Melancholy. She tried not to dwell on it.
So Page now found herself wandering through a quiet part of town, completely immersed in the history of Sprout Tower recorded in her new book, to the point where not even a yelp from her Eevee could prevent her from bumping into someone as she turned a corner, nose to the page.
The collision wasn't too harsh, as she hadn't been moving all that quickly, but the book still slipped from her fingers and Edgar had to quickly shift position to avoid falling off her shoulder. Page managed to catch her book before it hit the ground, still moving to brush it off as if it had, however. The urge to snap at the man surged briefly, but Page was a fair person; the collision had been her fault, and she knew she ought to say she was sorry. Besides, the sooner the situation was sorted out, the sooner she could get back to her book.
"My apologies, I didn't-"
As she raised her gaze up to the man she'd run into, she found it....well, had to go a little higher than she first thought.
"....see you...there, I...."
Reaver was quite a tall fellow, after all.
"....."
Perhaps her book would have to wait a little longer than she'd first thought.
atrueheroine), Reaver (istheindustry), Barry (feelofmisfortune) and Logan (decrees)Where: Violet City.
When: Now~!
Summary: There are three people in Albion that Page loathes more than any others. Guess which three she manages to bump into on her way through Violet City.
Rating: This one actually requires a legitimate warning, so:
I'd put this at a R rating/NSFW, as there will more than likely be quite a lot of potentially graphic sexual things being said, due to two of the characters involved, and their...fondness for directing said things at poor bloody Page here, orz. So please read at your own discretion!
Log:
Page quite liked Violet City, all things considered.
There was a serenity to the place that she hadn't experienced in years, a sort of calm that she couldn't find in Bowerstone, even when alone, and Page was alone quite a bit. Well, at least, she tried to be, but life in the rebel HQ meant that there was usually someone around, wanting to see her for some reason or another. So being here in Johto, away from it all was....nice. Not that she'd feel that way if she hadn't found out time had stopped back in Albion. They'd just managed to actually get somewhere, and she'd ended up here.
It was typical, really. Page was used to things not going her way.
So it was pleasantly surprising that Violet City had....well, been so pleasant. She'd visited the beautiful Tower in the centre, and had been fortunate enough to meet with one of the monks who inhabited it. He was kind enough to tell her of the Tower's origin, the legend, and even take a look at her Pokemon. He'd said they had a lot of potential, as did she.
It triggered some memories Page had been trying to repress. She had once lived among people like the monk, who had been kind and thoughtful and told her she had a lot of potential. But that time was nothing but a distant memory now, and she had ensured she kept her emotions under control whilst speaking to him. It wasn't difficult; burying her emotions was another thing Page was, unfortunately, very used to.
She'd opted not to spend too much time loitering around the Tower, as she didn't enjoy wasting time on idle things. However, she admittedly had....no idea what else to do with her time in the city. Fortunately, the kindly monk had solved that problem by giving her a book on the history of Violet City and the Sprout Tower.
That almost made her lose control. Almost. But she had held back, as she always had, and thanked the monk profusely. His smile as she'd departed seemed knowing. Melancholy. She tried not to dwell on it.
So Page now found herself wandering through a quiet part of town, completely immersed in the history of Sprout Tower recorded in her new book, to the point where not even a yelp from her Eevee could prevent her from bumping into someone as she turned a corner, nose to the page.
The collision wasn't too harsh, as she hadn't been moving all that quickly, but the book still slipped from her fingers and Edgar had to quickly shift position to avoid falling off her shoulder. Page managed to catch her book before it hit the ground, still moving to brush it off as if it had, however. The urge to snap at the man surged briefly, but Page was a fair person; the collision had been her fault, and she knew she ought to say she was sorry. Besides, the sooner the situation was sorted out, the sooner she could get back to her book.
"My apologies, I didn't-"
As she raised her gaze up to the man she'd run into, she found it....well, had to go a little higher than she first thought.
"....see you...there, I...."
Reaver was quite a tall fellow, after all.
"....."
Perhaps her book would have to wait a little longer than she'd first thought.
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It was funny to him, that out of all of the people brought from Albion, they all knew each other in some way or form; employment, namesake... hatred.