there's nothing inherently wrong with the world; the sun still rises in the morning and sets in the evening; people still go about their daily lives, fulfilling whatever commitments they have and yet, something feels off.
you can't put your finger on it. maybe it's that strange look that passerby gave you yesterday. maybe it's the way the moon hangs in the night sky, or maybe it's the way people seem to be on edge, as if they all have something to hide. people walk around with suspicious eyes, always wary of their surroundings and their actions. you attribute it to them simply being cautious. you choose to ignore the signs.
but it's only a matter of time.
happy pride month! just a quick update. the imperious invaders (UB raids) will be wrapping up very soon with rewards for the celesteela and space center threads coming first!
i'd like to direct a big thanks to spiral for directing most of the event!!
next, the rocket invasion of fallarbor and verdanturf will eventually wrap up, but you may still create threads. as a note, these take place at the same time as mossdeep's UB invasion.
lastly, the summer event continues!! enjoy bingo, a main event thread set in lilycove, and the newly implemented garden system. thank you so much for your support and love!!
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Now that she’d gotten a better handle on Rikiya, it came to her as no surprise that a few days later after the little incident involving the Pangoro she’d gotten a text from him asking if she was free for the day. So of course, she said yes and quickly made her way over to Rustboro, eventually arriving at the little café that he’d asked her to wait for him to arrive in.
Adding to get an order of something to drink as well, she then placed two orders; one for herself and a coffee for her companion for the afternoon, before settling down and picking up a magazine dedicated to fighting and thumbing through the pages. Waiting for the bluenette to show up.
She did find the tattoo on the right side of his face rather intriguing, but she’d forgotten to ask him about it—how the hell did he get it, where did it come from, and why exactly that design. Probably they’d gotten too swept up in the madness of the date and the Pangoro fiasco she’d only remembered that detail just now.
Gee, you’re an idiot, An—Evie, she thought to herself, mentally catching her. She’d almost slipped up and introduced herself with her real name on the date, she had to keep appearances up for the sake of getting close to someone in the League.
Well, a late-night binge on reading this guy’s file actually tipped her off on something—he knew her younger twin brother so she had to be extra careful around him, especially when they started talking more.
Post by Rikiya Oshiro on Mar 10, 2019 17:06:22 GMT
Things were getting way out of hand.
It all began with a witness to a prank he pulled on a friend a month ago. The girl seemed to get a good laugh out of the prank. From there, she kept appearing in places that he frequented. At first, it was believable, given similar tastes. But as she cropped up in more places he frequented, and her questions got more invasive, he had to wonder if she was stalking him. Her waiting in front of him at the entrance of his workplace, as well as the door of his apartment, especially creeped him out.
In any case, he was gonna need some help in getting this bitch off his back. Seeing no other resort, given his 'friend' were of no help, he contacted the girl he met on the blind date, Evelyn Rothschild, and asked her to meet him at a cafe. As Rikiya was making his way over, he'd notice his phone getting blown up with texts. They were the girl's texts, somehow having gotten his number, and asking him questions. "Oh for fuck's sake!", Rikiya muttered, hurrying to the cafe.
Finally, he'd rush in, spotting the dark-haired girl, and quickly taking a seat. "Yo, you gotta help me, please!", Rikiya told her urgently.