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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 25, 2016 23:00:23 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"]His lips formed a tight line. Hidden away behind large, thick sunglasses, golden eyes narrowed at his surroundings. He was not pleased in the slightest, this much was apparent even without seeing half of his facial expression. His body was rigid, his arms folded across his chest with his hands gripping tightly at the opposite arm's sleeve. He felt vulnerable and exposed despite covering most of his body with clothing fit for autumn or winter rather than spring. A thick sweater and jeans with a large messenger bag slung over his shoulder and neck. Paired with his sunglasses, he probably looked quite odd. He could pass as someone from the warmer regions where even a mild spring in the Kalos region would be too cold for him to handle. Yes, that would be what he would tell them. His clothing was not the issue here, however.
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He was accustomed to having his Pokemon out, to tight spaces, and to dark locations. Out in the open, he could only have one companion without seeming odd, yet he chose to keep Ombre hidden away within his shadow. A security measure. Percer would rather remain underground, and Anguille would draw too much attention. She was left in the mines, anyway. She had a job to do. He had a job to do, so why on Arceus' green earth was he away from his work? He was forced to, driven out of the mines by 'mandatory break time', a horrible means of torturing him by keeping him from overworking himself. Perhaps it was just to make sure he had a proper meal and actually slept so he could function properly upon returning to work.
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Arriving in Camphrier was also not his doing. Yet, here he was, checking into a hotel with a look of displeasure written on his face. The man took the room key and nodded in thanks to the hotel worker, heading out of the building without even bothering to go to his room just yet. With a sharp intake of breath as he pushed through the door, he shielded his eyes. They were already hidden away behind darkened lens, yet even the diffused lighting of a cloudy day managed to sting them. Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to curl up in the hotel room and hide underneath the blankets.
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So why don't you? Ah, the voice of reason. He was beginning to wonder where it had went. First, he needed to find a store to replenish his candy stock--the bags of M&Ms and Skittles in his bag were not nearly enough to get him through the next couple of days. Then he should probably figure out what to do with his remaining time in the town. But, one thing at a time. First up: his horrible sense of above ground navigation. Where was he supposed to turn for the PokeMart, again? [newclass=#hyc1"]background: url(http://www.ultraimg.com/images/868da554b06c1cdd3b2778e92c4525a1.jpg) -50px -100px;height: 250px;border: 1px solid #444;[/newclass] [newclass=#hyc2"]border: 1px solid #444;padding: 20px;margin: 20px 0px 0px;font-size: 11px;font-family: verdana;line-height: 12px;text-align: justify; color: #222;[/newclass] [newclass=#hyc2 b"]color: #BA1809;[/newclass] [newclass=#hyc3"]font-family: 'Satisfy', cursive;font-size: 35px;line-heihgt: 35px;color: #ccc;text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(0,0,0,0.7);position: relative;top: 155px;[/newclass] [newclass=#hyc4"]font-family: 'Oswald', sans-serif;color: #914D47;text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px rgba(0,0,0,0.3);font-size: 44px;line-height: 44px;margin: 10px 0px 0px;text-transform: uppercase;letter-spacing: -3px;font-weight: 600;position: relative;top: 190px;background: rgba(255,255,255,0.4);padding: 3px 0px;[/newclass] [newclass="#hyc5"]border: 1px solid #444;margin: 20px 0px 0px;padding: 0px 10px;font-family: Oswald;font-size: 15px;line-height: 15px;text-transform: uppercase;color: #555;[/newclass] [newclass="#hyc5 a"]font-family: Oswald;font-size: 15px;line-height: 15px;text-decoration: none;[/newclass] [googlefont="Satisfy"][googlefont="Oswald"]
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 26, 2016 13:21:44 GMT
The cafe culture of Kalos was something that one could see in every town and city. Lumiose in itself had around five or six cafes alone, with hundreds of smaller brands having their own stations there as well. Coffee was made with love and adoration, croissants were broken to celebrate happenings such as marriages or sports victories, and tea was raised to honor the political system or whatever king or queen had passed away. Guy too was a part of this cafe culture, as was practically every Kalosian. If there was one thing to unite a peoples, it was Pokemon and cafes. He always preferred his own coffee dark as the night itself, although he did occasionally drop in some sugar. Just a little bit, nothing to ruin the darker taste.
Camphrier town wasn't his home, per say. He lived in the palace as a part of the equipment there. He couldn't stand the golden halls that the kings had trotted down once, so he often made his way down the road and to the bustling little town full of life. Quioxte wasn't out for once, snugly inside his ball waiting for a chance to come out and play. Guy placed down his cup and sighed, staring up to the sky. It was sunny. No signs of rain, although the forecast had mentioned that the possibility of rain would increase over the day. It wasn't that late yet, maybe around 3 PM or so. He should check a clock when he could. For now, he enjoyed the essence of his coffee. It slowly floated up and waffed against his nose in such a tantalizing manner.
His phone buzzing was what ruined the moment. He didn't have any money for a holocaster, so he had just taken what most people would, a normal but slightly outdated flip-phone. He drew the device out and opened it with a squint, reading trough the text. One of the maids was asking him if he'd like a warm cup of coffee waiting for him when he went to his shift later today. A small, if slightly tired smile made it's way to his face. She could be so sweet at times, if a bit overbearing. He quickly typed a simple agreement and placed the phone back into his pocket. He took the cup of coffee that had been lying on the table and began to chug down more of the burning hot contents.
While he did that, his eyes wandered across the street. People were moving like normal, children playing across the street at the daycare, some machamps were with their trainers, moving boxes into a newly bought house. Yet, something struck his eye. A man dressed like he came from the desert with what they were wearing, must have loved the heat. And the sunglasses... Somehow this man caught his eye. So, his eyes traced along as he moved.
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 26, 2016 15:34:15 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] This was a small town; how on earth was he unable to find a simple PokeMart? Every town had them! Wait, that's right, PokeMarts moved into the Pokemon Centers... Hm, perhaps he should search for a more specialized store, then? Did they even have stores other than that? Maybe the hotel had a small store he could purchase candy from, or perhaps he should just look for the familiar red roofed building that probably had young trainers streaming in and out of it. The frown that adorned his face with a hint of his lower lip being pulled at by his teeth was probably the only visual clue that he was reaching his limit on how confused he could possibly be before calling it quits. No, not quitting. Taking a break. A nap. Oh, a nap sounds divine right about now.
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A tanned hand reached up, clasping at the back of his neck after pushing underneath the longer, reddened locks of hair. He idly rubbed at the spot as he carefully observed his surroundings. It was harder than he originally would have believed, even with the low lighting provided by his sunglasses. The man moved out of the way just in time as a large fighting type marched by while carrying boxes, yet it was almost apparent that he hadn't moved on his own. There was only a subtle jerk from his feet, a hair of displacement from his shadow, and the sudden turn of his attention towards the Pokemon's back a moment later than he should have in order to have noticed before.
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With a sigh, he let his hand slip away from his neck to shove into his pocket. Maybe he should stop walking in circles, something he hadn't even noticed himself doing until he had paused in a different location just long enough to nearly get knocked into by a Pokemon who probably couldn't even see past the boxes piled high in its arms. He was too far out of his element, and not even the small town atmosphere could comfort him. It was only then that he began to notice the linger feeling that he was being watched. He should have expected it, with his getup and all, but it was a gaze that stayed on him far too long to just be someone idly glancing at him, like the elder ladies adjacent to him who probably thought he couldn't hear their whispering.
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A little turn of the head was all it took for him to locate the source of the feeling: a man drinking his coffee outside of a cafe. With his sunglasses hiding his eyes, he quietly observed the man for a few moments as he tried to get his thoughts in order. Could this person be a threat? Could they just think he was weird? Should he do something about it? Oh, a cafe sounds very tempting. His thoughts came to a standstill, as if the one off topic thought was enough to conclude everything. His feet started moving on their own, taking him across the street towards the entrance of the cafe. He passed by the man with his coffee, glancing sideways at him once he was certain that the stranger would be able to see past his sunglasses.
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He did not bother stopping. It would be strange and completely out of character for him to willingly approach someone. Besides, they were staring first. Into the cafe he went, making a beeline for the barista. "Caramel macchiato and a slice of lemon pound cake, please." What could he say? He had priorities.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 26, 2016 18:40:11 GMT
The stranger was moving? Had he noticed that Guy was staring? He didn't mean anything too bad with it. He was usually polite, he shouldn't stare. Yet there was just something about the man that drove him to stare, the outfit... And something else. He placed the cup down. He felt a little bit of coffee trail down his chin, but he didn't want to reach over to wipe it yet. His eyes kept on the other man as he walked on over and past him, for a moment locking with the other's eyes as they glanced at Guy. He felt a small flare of danger. Maybe it was something about the eyes, or the way that the stranger had moved before when the Machamp almost collided with him. Like it was just a puppet.
Whatever, this wasn't his issue. He finally wiped the stain of coffee from his chin and stared down at the paper he had used to do the deed. It was a bit stained now, but still proper and not at all ruffled. The image reminded him of Kalos in general. There was a stain forming on this society he was a part of. He heard of it from the maids and from the television broadcasts, from the cheery looking middle aged woman that blatantly told that the crime rates had risen and that pokemon thievery was on the rise. It was... Disgusting, in a way, that society just kept on going normally with such a large stain looming right above it.
He sighed and placed the paper down and just looked over his shoulder a moment as the man went inside. He lost him after a while and turned his eyes to gaze back forwards, deep in thought. Why did his inner alarm bell ring when he saw that man? Why did he truthfully care about something so small? It was all so... Confusing.
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 26, 2016 19:27:01 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] He dug around in his messenger bag, carefully pushing past the candy bags and hidden mineral samples until he found his wallet. He payed for his order, shoving the wallet back into his bag and clasping it closed, hiding away its contents. Waiting around only took a few moments, yet it felt longer as he kept his eyes on the barista, following her every movement until she turned towards him with a fake smile, placing his order on the counter. He nodded towards her in thanks, gingerly picking up the cake slice wrapped in thin paper before grabbing his drink.
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Taking a bite of the lemon cake, he slowly walked to the cafe entrance, slipping through the door once more and muffling a noise of temporary pain with another bite of cake. Blinking away the stinging sensation in his eyes, he let out a hum as he searched for a place to enjoy his 'meal'. It was a snack to most yet a meal to him. His yellow gaze fell on the man who had been watching him earlier, and, despite the little voice in the back of his head telling him to avoid strangers, he strolled over to where the stranger sat. He pulled over a nearby chair by hooking one of his feet underneath its leg, hiding a cringe behind his cup it scraped against the ground.
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"See anything interesting earlier?" He arched a brow at the stranger, taking another bite of his cake as he sat down. The man leaned back, covering his mouth with the slice of pound cake as he took to nibbling on it like a Buneary. Yellow eyes peered at the stranger from behind tinted lens, waiting with look of pure curiosity.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 26, 2016 20:13:13 GMT
The scraping noise was hell. It reminded him of school, the way the teacher would drag her claws against the chalkboard every time the class got a bit too loud for her tastes. It happened often, and the sound had etched itself into Guy's mind. He cringed and almost bit down on his cup, but soon placed it down and sighed. His eyes trailed over to the newcomer. On a closer look, he still seemed threatening. His hand almost reached down onto his pocket to pull out Quioxte's ball, but it instead awkwardly landed onto his belt, resting there for now. He squinted and smacked his lips together, placing the coffee cup down and taking a deep breath.
"Just someone who looked like a Vigoroth desperately trying to hide the fact under a lot of stuffy clothes." His comment might've been a bit stinging, but he tried his best to make it clear that he was joking trough a slightly dry delivery. "Is dressing heavily during a decently warm spring afternoon a family tradition, or are you just a black Mareep?" He tilted his head in curiosity. While he didn't often discuss with strangers, he might as well go along with the line of conversation that the other started. His hand still rested on his belt, although he was tempted to raise it on over to fix his tie slightly. Yet, the other could... Mh.
Slowly, the hand moves over to his tie, correcting it when there was no real need to even do it. It was clear that he was slightly nervous from his body language, although his facial features were about as stoic and dry as always. He tried his best to act like an animal in a pack would; quickly establish a sort of dominance over the other trough joking jabs and a stoic look. His hand betrayed it though. It was... Something was wrong. But he couldn't determine what that wrong thing was.
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 26, 2016 20:50:45 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"]
A Vigoroth? A smile curled on his lips, and he had to pull the cake away from his mouth and quickly swallow before erupting into a small fit of laughter. He leaned over, placing his drink down before he could spill it, trying to calm himself by hiding his smile behind the back of his now-free hand. "That's, ah, quite the description there." He pushed away the image of a Vigoroth stuffed inside a sweater with shades covering its fierce gaze. That might be enough to fool children, and it was enough to keep his smile from melting away no matter how much he willed it to. "I can assure you, sir, that I am nothing but a humble geologist who spends too much time burying himself underground."
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He could almost feel the presence beneath him cackle at his words, like an echo within his mind that threatened to pour into the world around him. Hush, Ombre. He does not deserve to know the full truth, only the partial truth. And that was exactly what it was: the partial truth. "If you worked in conditions such as mine, you would find that even mild spring days are closer to the equivalence of a winter morning." He took a bite of his lemon pound cake, picking up his cut and letting it hover near his lips as he chewed. He only took a sip once he had swallowed.
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"And what of you?" He continued on, licking off the foam that clung desperately onto his upper lip. Table manners were never something he had been taught, so the thought of using a napkin was absurd. If he were to use something else, well... He had a long sleeve for a reason. "Do you often make assumptions of people based on their looks while drinking coffee?" The brunet leaned back into his chair, making himself comfortable while taking another sip of his drink.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 26, 2016 21:49:37 GMT
There was a small snicker. He released the tie from his hold after he finally fixed it, placing the hand down on the table. He took the cup into his hand and sipped, thinking on the other's words for a moment while drinking. This is why one should always carry around a cup of coffee: You had a reason to pause and think. And people couldn't hug you or give you a high five or anything, because your hands were full. The perfect barrier that said "sorry i don't want physical contact" without being obvious about it. Sometimes Guy wondered if he alone had discovered this, or if he was a cog in the larger picture of coffee conspiracies. Whatever it was, he soon placed the cup down.
"A humble geologist, eh? I'd have guessed a new standup comedian." There was an amused snicker once more, his lips curling up slightly. He might've been getting old, but he still had his humor. "As for assumptions? Often. This is the perfect place for it, right here near the cafe. You get the perfect place to oogle at people and wonder just how their day and life has gone up 'till this point." A quick sip, a more forced one than one of enjoyment. He wanted to somehow show that he was slightly joking. "It's like a side hobby. I don't come here often besides the cafe, so. One could consider this my lifeblood."
"... But what about you, standup. Come here to start up a new routine, or?"
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 26, 2016 22:41:52 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] A new standup comedian was a bit of a stretch, though he could use that as a horrible cover if he ever needed one. Shaking his head with a glimmer of the smile still etched on his lips, he took another sip of his drink before abandoning it on the table. "I can make that happen, but, I must admit, I know nothing about humor." The best he could ever hope to do would be a corny knock knock joke or something far-fetched that only he would understand and probably start laughing at while trying to utter the first portion of the joke. Yeah, no. Maybe he did need to adjust his choice of outfits for later trips, but, for now, all he had packed for his 'break' was exactly what he was wearing right now. He hadn't planned on staying for long, but the hotel room was reserved for multiple nights. Eugh.
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"Mind who you ogle at," he put heavy emphasis on the word ogle since that had been the stranger's choice in vocabulary. During the beat of silence, he tried to take another bite of his cake, only to receive a mouthful of the paper that had once wrapped the slice of pound cake. He blinked, removing the paper and looking down at his hand, noting that he had already eaten the entire slice. Nothing but crumbs remained. His shoulders sagged at this realization, and he crumpled up the paper with the intent of tossing it in the next trash can he saw. "Someone might take your hobby the wrong way."
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Placing the paper ball next to his cup, he reached up with one hand to remove his sunglasses, a risky action on his part. His eyelids screwed shut before the light of day could assault them, and his other hand moved to gently rub at his eyes. A moment later, his hand dropped away, and he blinked open his eyes, revealing golden hues. He kept his eyes focused on the ground, blinking them a few more times until he was certain that he could keep them open without the overbearing sting of the light causing them to tear up. Only then did he return his attention to the stranger.
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"I'm not here for... routines. I was forced to leave the work space, to get some fresh air and take a mandatory break." His voice was low with an underlying bite of irritation. "This just happened to be where they sent me." The man leaned forward, grabbing his cup and bringing it to his lips as he leaned back. "And, what of you? Do you live around here, or do you travel just to come to this particular cafe?" He was genuinely curious. Even if he would rather be working, the rare chances he received to socialize almost always proved to be eventful. Just talking with strangers could be a learning experience, and that was, he would assume, the only reason why he even bothered to push aside his unwillingness to speak with strangers just to get a word in with the man who stared at him from across the street.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 27, 2016 12:21:20 GMT
Mind who you ogle at, eh. Hopefully he wasn't one of those nu-privacy enthusiasts who always thought that they shouldn't even be looked at. The other hadn't yelled at him or anything similar, and he didn't even seem so bothered when he spoke the words... Or perhaps it was more a warning. Of course it was. Yet was it a warning about the populace in general, or was it a more hidden warning about staring at him in specific? The question addled Guy's brain for a moment. He didn't pay much mind to the other's cake hijinks or the fact that he almost ate paper. For a moment he simply stared forwards in near-deep thought, pondering upon what the other meant in a way that was far too deep for a simple, almost friendly warning.
"Mandatory leave, eh. I suppose by the way you worded it that you didn't want the leave?" Guy could understand the sentiment, although that was mostly because of his own job situation. The current owner of the palace wouldn't pay him during the leave, since he still technically lived in the palace during the leave. Something about not needing any pay because the palace already kept him up and about, ignoring the fact that if he wanted to eat anything else besides the one meal offered for free he'd have to pay for it himself, AND ignoring the fact that he already drank three or four cups of coffee per day, and coffee wasn't free. Sure, it grew on trees, but it wasn't free.
"As for what I'm doing here?" An amused chuckle, although a bit dry. He took his cup and finished it's contents quickly. He spoke with the cup still near his lips. "I'm a night guard at the nearby palace. The one that used to be owned by the kings of yesteryear, but... Now it's owned by this slightly eccentric millionaire." He was probably more a billionaire, but the wealth of his employer didn't much belong to him. Now the maids, on the other hand, they liked to gossip about the man's wealth. Middle aged and yet the owner of such a historical monument. He had to be filthy rich! Or so they said. He didn't really care.
"Doesn't pay much. But someone has to do it, and it's a lowly enough job for me to handle."
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 27, 2016 19:03:19 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] "Nope," came the short response as he shifted the bag slung over his shoulder, unclasping the flap and lifting it just enough to slip his sunglasses inside. He would retrieve them when he needed them again, most likely when he needed to go inside or whenever he planned on leaving the stranger alone. It was already apparent to him that he wasn't going anywhere just yet. "There's too much work to do, though the others just don't understand the appeal of rocks, I guess." Abandoning his messenger bag to limply hang against him, he picked up his cup, bringing it to his lips, taking small sips with the intent of making it last longer than the cake had.
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Leaning back and making himself comfortable, he let out an intrigued hum. "Palace guard, huh?" Probably the place just outside of town. He hadn't cared too much for the history of Kalos that filled the pages of history books, even though he had read plenty while his father was alive. His mind had been filled with facts and statistics on minerals and carbon dating. So, what was the castle near here? Let's see... It reminded him of perfume... Parfum? That sounded about right. "Isn't he the guy who forces anyone who wants to enter Parfum a hefty fee?" He was also certain that he had seen a photograph somewhere, probably on a magazine while he was refilling his supply of candy, of the man and his Furfrou. What a typical Pokemon for the wealthy.
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"Do you like it there?" He inquired, hiding most of his face with his cup with only his eyes visible. A moment later, he lowered the cup, swiping the tip of his tongue over his lips. "One would think a night guard at a palace, of all places, would get paid more. Do you at least get benefits?"
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 28, 2016 11:33:21 GMT
Appeal of rocks, eh. To be honest, he didn't understand the appeal either. Sure, rocks were neat. Or so he guessed. They could be round or sharp or even hexagonal if one just ground them up the right way. And stones were used to build a lot of stuff. His eyes trailed down to the pavement his feet were resting against for a moment. Those were rocks too, just shaped up a bit. Usually he preferred bricky pavements more, yet this one was old and a bit more traditional. Camphrier town was modernizing, as was most of Kalos, yet something like this was refreshing. But he still couldn't understand how someone could be attached to stones so much they avoided mandatory leave for as long as they could. It almost made him frown, but he kept himself from doing so out of politeness.
"That's him, yep." Eccentric and greedy. His boss wasn't that bad, was he? Honestly, he was a half and half. He was eccentric and in his own way very greedy. But he was still nice enough as long as his Furfrou was with him. That guy's attraction to that pokemon was almost creepy, but he wouldn't judge. A master-pet relationship could last a long while. He almost tried to take a long sip from his cup, but he soon enough realized that it was empty. He sighed. "He has good intentions. The palace's old and prestigious, but the upkeep costs a lot. Food for all the servants and the guards, keeping up the halls, repairs..." He wasn't sure if all that was true, but he felt a sort of obligation to try and defend his employer. A strange, twisted sense of loyalty.
"I... Like it." A small white lie. "The pay's small, but the benefits are alright. I get a free room and one or two free meals per day, depending if it's weekend or not. I also get the basic health benefits, so on, so forth." That was all true, though. He was a bit disappointed in the pay, but he didn't want to downplay his employer.
"What about the job of a rock lover. How's the benefits? Do you get to see the really nice formations before anyone else?" He cocks his brow, a small grin forming.
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 29, 2016 4:11:59 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] It was almost odd to see someone jump into defending their boss. He was used to hearing people gossip and talk down about them when they were not in the room no matter what occupation he had held. They don't get paid enough for this. The boss seemed more irritable today. Do you think so-and-so is going to get bagged after that slipup with the boss? Jeez, boss doesn't treat the interns as they should. The list of what he had heard goes on and on throughout the years, even when he was still just a kid eager to please his father at the workplace. Though, he knew he would do as much as he could to talk up his current boss if he was even allowed to leak the slightest bit of information. He could do it in code, possibly under the guise of his old boss before he was roped into the Flare and Dusk business.
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"If you liked it, you wouldn't have paused," a smirk played on his lips, and he did not even bother to hide it behind his cup. He was running low on his drink, and part of him wanted to splurge more money just to get more. Perhaps something different this time, like some sort of special they had because why not? He was on leave; he could do whatever he wanted. If only that was completely true. "At least they gave you a room. It would suck if you had to travel in the early hours of the morning just because you had to get home after a shift."
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The brunet shifted in his seat, abandoning his drink in favor of swinging his bag onto his lap. He hunched over the bag, opening the flap once more and digging through its contents. The candy caused the most noise, muffling the slight clinking of plastic and glass dishes containing his samples. "I've changed jobs a couple of times, but the benefits have been relatively similar. They pay for hotels, they pay for travel expenses, and the pay is decent as long as I'm actually excelling in whatever they ask me to do." He pulled out a slender glass vial filled with what would probably seem like nothing more than small rocks, pebbles, and dirt.
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"Ever been to Johto?" He placed the vial on the table as if expecting the guard to marvel at some rocks. "The first place I went was the Ruins of Alph with my father; that was all I was allowed to take back with me." He continued rummaging through his messenger bag while gushing over his travels, pulling out more vials dishes and placing them on the table. He could feel his shadow thicken as the pads of his fingers brushed over the vials of ebonite still buried underneath the bags of candy. Don't worry; I'm not going to tell. "These are samples from Mt. Moon, containing small fragments of Moon Stone, far too small to be of any use towards evolution but neat to have regardless. Oh! And they sent me to Chargestone Cave in Unova a few years back, and you can still see a faint hue of its original blue color. It's long lost its original charge, however." With a smile spreading across face the more he spoke, he closed his bag, no more samples to show. It was as if Pandora's Box had been opened merely because someone asked if he got to see nice formations before anyone else. That obviously translated to gush about rocks to a stranger in his mind.
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ooc: And he keeps rambling on and on and on--just like throw your cup at him or something to shut him up.
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Post by Guy Jacques on Mar 29, 2016 10:58:34 GMT
The rattling of the bag was a comfortable noise. Perhaps he was just strange, but the sound of opening a bag and digging trough it's contents always felt a bit relaxing to him. Maybe it had to do with the primal sensation of wanting surprises and new things? Usually when one searched trough a bag they'd be surprised by the contents, especially if the bag had been gifted to them. And a surprise this was, what with all the different kinds of stones and soil samples. "From Johto, you say?" His brow cocked at the first sample. While they were some ordinary rocks, he could still notice some subtle differences between all the samples. It might not have been as exciting for him as it was for the other, yet out of politeness and a small sense of wonder he listened.
And listened.
And listened.
For a while. Maybe a few hours? It sure felt like a few hours, although he wasn't too sure about the fact when he looked around. It was still light out, at least. People were about, but maybe in smaller crowds this time. This man was interesting, he had to admit, but a few hours(?) of hearing about rocks was enough for him. He coughed and slammed his cup down on the table to try and stop the other. A waiter rushed over and refilled his cup. Guy looked over for a moment before sighing and digging trough the front pocket of his suit, handing the waiter a small tip before then taking a long sip of the hot coffee. Once he finished that he placed the cup down more gently and corrected his tie. "... I think that's enough about rocks. Your throat might dry soon if you keep talking and talking."
That should be a gentle way to let the other know that they might've been talking for a bit too long. Guy didn't mind, he had nothing to do for a few more hours. "So... Are you from Kalos? Or Johto? You seem to have traveled far and wide, at least."
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Post by Hyacinthe Blanc on Mar 29, 2016 13:27:03 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="id","hyc1"] [attr="id","hyc4"]so i'll just stay right here [attr="id","hyc3"]and i'll be fine on the outside [attr="id","hyc2"] He flinched, eyes wide and mouth open for the next gushing word he had been about to utter before the stranger's empty cup collided with the surface of the table. Had he spoken for too long? He most certainly had. It was rare that he had a chance to talk about his interests in a non-work setting, and it was rare for someone to listen for as long as this palace guard had. Perhaps he had been overzealous, but it quickly trickled away as he composed himself, glancing at the waiter who appeared and then disappeared as soon as they received their tip. "Sorry 'bout that," he mumbled, one hand already slipping underneath the flap of his messenger bag while the other reached out, scooping up as many dishes and vials as he could fit into one hand. "I get excited."
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Into the bag the samples went, and he carefully buried them underneath the bags of candy as if they were a treasure to be hidden away and only found later with the usage of a vague map. "I'm from Kalos. Ah, Dendemille Town, actually." The town's name was foreign on his own tongue, a place he hadn't spoken of or been to in close to two decades. It held bad memories of a splitting family and a horrible mother, but he kept no sign of his distaste towards his hometown on his face. Perhaps his voice betrayed more than he would have hoped, but it was quickly forced back under control. If anything, he could blame it on how 'dry' his throat had become.
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"Am I to assume you are from around this side of Kalos or elsewhere?" Keeping the game of back and forth questions going, he might as well learn as much as he can about the other person while they were still conversing. If anything, it was to make up for his blunder by learning more about the other since he had already spilled his heart out on his rocks and favorite places for them.
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