"oh." now look at who's feeling oblivious. [break][break]

it hits a bit too close to home, the magic words that he tacked onto the tail end. it's out of character for her to tun her head back up to the twilight, out of character for her to press her lips into a thin line as an arm raises up, resting and pressing against her eyelids as a stream of air is inhaled, and slowly sighed. [break][break]

and yet her lips return to a small smile, or a smirk (a little forced this time, but she doesn't know how convincing it looks). though her lips part, it takes a while for her to say "no" in the softest voice. it's a flimsy lie. [break][break]

silence befalls her again, then her expression lightens. it's a short repeated "no, i wouldn't." her other arm rests against her stomach, pressing against the sinking feeling. [break][break]

she's glad that her arm is covering half of her face.

Inigo del Rosario

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"because she doesn't" she never did, and the scowl on her face was something she wishes she could see. [break][break]

ariadne raises a hand to reach and pat the hatterene, although it's always weird having to look at herself through the eyes of her pokemon. the image in her head still never sits familiar. "so" she starts, lowering her hand. she doesn't bother to turn to completely face him, through tilts her head in an effort to find where he is. in relation to her. [break][break]

"what brings you out from your busy schedule to see lil ol' me?~" her fingers tent, her eyes closed with cheeks raised "gasp, is this a date?~"

Leonidas Stone

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he can be so oblivious, it's cute. [break][break]

granted, their friendship wasn't built on consideration and sensitivity to the finer details. all of it is a pre-tense for them, before they get to their shenanigans or some other form of crime. she wouldn't have it any other way. [break][break]

she doesn't notice him eyeing the smile on her face, but maybe she feels his gaze on her; it's always easier to notice something when it enters your personal bubble. so she hums, narrowing her eyes to the sand. a bout of silence hangs over as she pensively hums ".. mmn." [break][break]

because though she'll convince herself to scorn it, it was her home. [break][break]

"no, i wouldn't." because those memories are bittersweet, now. redundant, and only serve to bring her heart back to a time where she was naive, and innocent. ariadne knows it will never be the same.[break][break]

"i'd rather have a different experience. make new memories, with new people, in the same place with different views." a woman smiles more brightly, eyes up to the stars like she can picture them twinkling. artificial eyes turn to gaze at the fire, and their light reflects off the plastic. [break][break]

"ain't it more exciting that way?"

Inigo del Rosario

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"oho, the city beach?~" [break][break]

there's nothing but good memories of those, and as a hum escapes her lips, she wears a smile. "... yeah, i remember that clearly." the skies were clear, and the sands were different. a beautiful gold no matter the time of day, sometimes a little muddied by passing rains, but would always be washed away by the waves and return to their beautiful sheen. "there'd be those wooden stages set up, and i used to watch those fire dancers back when i was younger." she pauses, then bends her arm to act as a pillow when she turns to her side. [break][break]

"would have those pancakes, too. had some pancakes, played on the beach, ran around being a shit in clothing stores~.." she snickers as the memories pass by. her eyes open slightly, reflecting the flame of the fire before her. ".. i don't think the water or the sky anywhere else could compare. i mean, the water at that beach was always crystal clear, and the skies were so blue and white." her smile softens as she speaks, this time around. there's no need to close her eyes to bring her back to that time. [break][break]

".. i'd love to visit again, some day, but it probably wouldn't be the same."

Inigo del Rosario

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"no, you're just the dumb bitch for not being able to understand." she lowers her hand to lightly tap the hatterene's pokeball. in the same way you can't tell sarcasm through text, it's hard to tell the difference between offence and surprise without looking at a person's expression. [break][break]

but that's enough cracking down on him. she hums instead, with an idle smile on her lips before letting a hum of amusement out. "i don't blame you~" her eyes open, though still all she can see it the pitch darkness "i still remember all the flames and lights of fire dancing. and i used to visit heahea city all the time~." they're fond memories, looking back on them. back before po town. [break][break]

"so" then she raises a brow, turning her eyes in the direction of the bonfire "off the top of your head, what's your favourite part of akala?"

Inigo del Rosario

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no sand got into her eyes, although she still sputters in mock irritation and disdain with a clear grin to her lips. a quick change in demeanour, at least. "arceus, i wouldn't know~. the eyes you gave me is having her beauty sleep~" followed by a snicker. [break][break]

she gently dusts off the remaining sand on her body, or at least where she felt it hit her. still, she's not the type of person to not enjoy the breeze when it hits her - at least, not enough to let a little sand rain on her parade. "oooh, sinnoh you say?~" she chimes, blowing a whistle following his response "akala is a pretty nice place, too, from what i remember of it." bright lights, bustling with people. "really lively, last time i saw it~"

Inigo del Rosario

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she'd say he was late, if she knew what the time was. though she can't see, she stands around just outside the door with a hatterene to tower over her. her fingers are curled around an appendage, and the witch acts as her eyes and her guide - much to her chagrin, with all the people around and passing by. it was no doubt too loud for her liking, but she'll just have to appease her with poffins and treats later. [break][break]

why is she in such a good mood? because she has been blessed by two wonderfully deeper voices this week - one from a bitchass, and the other by this wonderful man pushing through a door not too far from her. her hatterene turns, and she sees from her vision. the image is never perfectly clear, and the colours are sometimes a little muted, but it gives her a better idea of space. "oh, oops~" she smiles, nonetheless. "they wouldn't let my hatterene inside, and i kind of need her since, y'know~" then she raises her hand, casually and gently tapping the back of her finger against a closed eye-lid and against the glass. [break][break]

"hope it wasn't too hard to find me."

Leonidas Stone

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she can't see it, but god knows she can hear it. [break][break]

a shame she couldn't see the look on his face, though. she bets that it would have been a spectacle. instead, to offset that loss, she snickers "god" the smirk broadens on her lips "you sounded so offended for a second, there~" even when she knows ht's probably just surprised. that's fine, she would be too. [break][break]

there's amusement in her tone as she turns her head back up to the sky, using her mind her paint the picture, and reconstruct what she remembers of the stars as her friend, here, is trying to reason and piece her answer together. then he follows up, and her gaze narrows. maybe it's because she hasn't seen her face in a little while, but her brows furrow that time around, and the distaste stats to bleed through. [break][break]

ah.. should she say it anyways? [break][break]

"mm.. down in ula'ula. real quiet part of alola~."

Inigo del Rosario

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well, that isn't something she expected him to ask. [break][break]

she's just casually laying in the sand - well, not in the sand. more on a beach towel that was so kindly laid out on the surface, and she just made it her make-shift bed. she doesn't need to see the fire to feel its warmth, and doesn't need to see the endless expanse of the night sky to know there's a gentle breeze of twilight blowing against her thigh. she doesn't need to know (doesn't need to be reminded). [break][break]

when he asks, she can't help but to smile and crack open an eye; not that she'd be able to see anything through it. it's all pitch darkness without her hatterene out, and she didn't want to disturb the walking vibe tower's beauty sleep. upbringing isn't something she likes to talk about, for once reason or another, so instead she gives a mock scoff in tandem with a chuckle. "i don't think it matters all too much~.." an artificial (glass) eye squints, though still at nothingness. she assumes it's at him, since it's towards the fire. if only its light could reach her. [break][break]

".. if you wanna know so badly, i'm from alola. born and raised there, with some certain crowd of people~." the air escapes her lungs, leaves her lips, as she raises her arms to rest behind her head. maybe the quiet night was starting to get to her, too.

Inigo del Rosario

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"no shit, sherlock~" though she chimes, there's a bite to her tone. it's not directed at him, by any means; rather it's directed to their predicament. just her luck that they're caught in this shit storm, isn't it? she can only hope that there's no.. dangerous pokemon that pop up, as she heard that hostile pokemon tend to come in with the crash of lightning. [break][break]

when they arrive to the warehouse, she beckons and rushes the man to jump in with them. it's only when he barely makes it does she send out her aron, and ushers the two of them further into the door to say "aaron, rock tomb!" to the little pokemon. the sound of metal clicks together as rocks are lifted and stacked in front of the door, with the intention to act as a barricade. just in case something tries to come in. [break][break]

and with the door blocked, she lets out a sigh of relief ".. arceus have mercy, my god."

Astor Heroux

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oh, ew, praise. from him, no less. she'd gag, but this isn't exactly the right time to do it. [break][break]

so instead, her response is the soft chuckle and smirk of her lips. she already has the dealer on her side, along with someone who already knows this game like the back of his hand. though there aren't many stakes if they lose, anyways, her pride probably will stop her from accepting a loss. tis the predatory nature of gambling, and games that rely on chance. [break][break]

"mhm, this should be fun~" she chimes, tapping the table to signal to the dealer that she's ready. even if she can't gamble (usually) due to her lack of sight, it's something she's always wanted to try at least once. [break][break]

and who is she to turn down some money?[break][break]

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well, she can't say no to a good amount of pocket money. even if it's a little unethical. [break][break]

ethics weren't exactly high in her priorities, anyways. [break][break]

so she sits herself down next to him, heterochromic eyes (one dulled from a blue, now white only barely crackling as the other, brightly coloured eye gazes at the table) fixated on the table before them. she's never played blackjack, though she's hard of how to play it, and the rules are simple enough. she'd be more worried if this were poker. [break][break]

then she hums softly as her knuckles are tapped, shortly after committing the instructions to memory. thankfully she's good at being attentive at that much. "fifteen." she speaks softly, her other hand and fingers resting upon the table. to the untrained eye, she's just tapping her fingers whilst waiting. for her, she's gauging it so she has an idea of the space. [break][break]

".. this seem simple enough~" she hums, then leaning closer to where he sits, her voice still lowered "just nudge at my hand in the direction of the cards when they're dealt, though."

Inigo del Rosario [break]
mission: rigged gacha rolls

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