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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2020 2:00:15 GMT

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Isra squeezes his hand, as gentle as the chuckle on her lips. It's followed by a smile that he doesn't get to see because now she's a step ahead with a skip in her feet. If the tide isn't going to play by their unspoken rules (what rules?) then neither is she. Her feet splash water out in front of her as she moves but she never lets go of his hand, expecting him to keep up with her instead.

"I never even bothered to taste the wine." she doubted it was going to be worth the energy of consuming. She'd barely even bothered with the treats on the table because truth be told, Isra was a bit of a snob. It wasn't even because she liked any of it really, but somehow wasting time on things like that was still beneath her in a way.

There's a moment where she thinks over his words, tumbling them around like rocks in a river bed for awhile before she decides that she likes them. Honest and true and real. He makes no attempt to defend the activity and she can see merit in his explanation, a certain drop of truth in his words. "I would rather a gloomy reality than a false one." a plain statement but a true one, her way of waving off any nonsense about the subject. She'd rather talk about it like it is.

"Besides, you're not wrong. Not entirely at least." she stops, feet submerged in the water as she turns to look at him, their hands hanging together in the space between them. There's a different calmness to her tonight than he's seen before, something that one the ebbing of the tide draws out of her. The sound of the crashing waves and the feeling of the sand beneath her feet is a different kind of soothing, is a different kind of real. "Most everyone has some layer of falsehoods, they put them up like a defensive barrier against intruders. Everyone is in some way, a trespasser."

She was no different after all, was she? Even Isra couldn't tell for sure what parts of her were real and what parts were just pretend some days. so many elements of herself were nothing more than what she was supposed to be. A perfect little lady for the Ruhan family to place somewhere to stand still, be quiet and look pretty. A doll for her mother to pull the strings of, to play pretend with. A tool for her people, a priestess meant to guide but to guide how she was told to. Even her name wasn't truly her's, just another piece of nothing put together with the other parts to make her something in all eyes but her own.

Who is Isra? What is Isra? Or rather, what had she become?

She doesn't know, but her eyes meet his anyway when she adds something he might not be expecting of her. "But you're wrong about never really understanding each other. That's not the problem." There's a firmness there, a certain sort of determination in her own point of view.

"That's just the excuse people like to use."

Or maybe, she's just much more naive than she seems.

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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2020 0:34:05 GMT

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Isra can understand what she says only in the most basic of ways. Concepts and context leading her to the understanding she can manage well enough. There are gears clearly turning in her head as she tries to understand because she can't help but be curious about the finer points of their conversation. "What have you tried so far? And do you know what it failed?" is what she settles on asking.

There are many more questions tumbling around in her head because truly she wants to ask the woman nearly everything about the subject if she is willing to talk. She could hold her hostage for hours asking her things even, if allowed to. For now it is a practice in self restraint that has her breaking off another piece of chocolate muffin, which she gets the feeling is far more mundane than whatever is in the woman's jar.

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POSTED ON Mar 13, 2020 0:03:03 GMT

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She can hear the many footsteps in the distance, trotting along some unseen path that she cannot say she's interested in finding out about. The creature she seeks here won't have such marching feet to alert her to its presence and that alone is enough for her to know that she will pay it no mind.

The golurk thinks otherwise, turning to face the sound and stopping to listen as she moves on without hit. Its curiosity is there but it does not dare stray from the woman it follows diligently, has followed for many nights even. There is a task to complete as the pokemon always has.

Eventually the golem pries itself away from the sound and moves onward with her.

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POSTED ON Mar 11, 2020 5:17:36 GMT

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"Which would you rather it be?" she asks, a coy smile, a playful wink, a doll playing pretend because it can. Neither of his choices is the right answer so she'll let him pick for her.

Her head tilts slightly. "You look like you're here alone, didn't find someone worth giving a try to then?" she inquires gently, eyes straying towards her destination and back to him. She doesn't sit like she normally would, probably should, after all she's initiated the conversation it is best to let it run its course.

Something about the way she carries herself say she wants to move and she can't help it.

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POSTED ON Mar 11, 2020 5:11:13 GMT

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Isra tucks the ball away, a small smile of delight at not just netting another but one she won't have to train nearly as much as she expected. Her automaton looks at her expectantly, hand still out stretched and Isra pats the creature with a surprising semblance of affection. The pokemon almost hums at her in response before righting itself and the pair return to their trek.

If there is something lurking in the brush it is not what they are looking for, and for that reason they find themselves ignoring the rustling of the leaves. The flash of color as it continues past them. Perhaps if they cannot find their mark that will change.

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2020 18:45:08 GMT

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She likes how Balder seems to think the city will get them treasures like equipment and advise.
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No she doesn't.
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The woman narrows her eyes because it's more likely to take them to a den of monsters than any of them, it's practically asking for it. She's a single voice however, and in a den of potential idiots you don't pick a fight until you have to. The woman takes a deep breath as she tries to tolerate the flawed logic. Mud and swamps can be handled, numbers potentially beyond their comprehension is a different beast all together.

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Sound becomes white noise becomes colors on colors in her head as they pass through yet another pathway into a foreign terrain. The abstract sense of it is almost jarring but not because of the contrast against reality no-
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Isra already sees in abstract colors and concepts, like painted stars drowning in the seas and their light being snuffed out, like clouds in the sky singing her a story that only they can bare witness to, how the leaves of trees and shrubs alike reach for her ankles because they seek her company. This is different but she knows it just as well as home.
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And perhaps that is the problem, looking at the vacant contrasting lines, Isra almost feels at home.

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"Obviously." words pull her out of her head and back into the awkward reality in front of them. she looks at the rest of their little make shift party, deep breaths keep her from biting. Isra does not hesitate, barely waiting for the others to do another before heeled boots click down the street they've chosen.
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It's a snap of fingers and a flick of her wrist, two pokemon release into the spaces beside her. The banette does not linger, knowing his place in the midplane better than anything else. He fades into the nothingness of their new reality and Zoroark looks to her, replying to the quiet whistle at follows. The pokemon cloaks them in an illusion, drowning out the image of them into the blackness of the buildings around it, seeking to mimic it as well as it possibly can, it is both a safety measure and a test. There's no promising it will work the same here as it does in what they call their home.
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A hand reaches out past her side, delicate fingers looks to brush the side of a building, something reassure her that this. is. real.

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Balder Schwartz Kazimir Wynter Orion Lykos PIERCE WILDE[break]
>>releases banette & zoroark[break]
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>>Isra follows Kaz & tries to touch a building while she walks[break]

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2020 18:22:42 GMT

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She gives her a thorough answer and there is a clear change in how Isra looks at her this time. Though science is far from her strong suite there is a certain sort curiosity that follows the words and concepts she understands in vagueness and abstract imagery in her head. It is only by the answers to questions asked over the span of many nights she can find footing to inquire further.

"That sounds... interesting." she's a little less stiff now. "Have you had much success doing so?" Isra forgoes another bite of her muffin in favor of asking questions. curious eyes watching the woman with more interest than normal.

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2020 18:07:07 GMT

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"Mostly paper work, like usual. The occasional extra task crops up but it's been mostly the same things every night with those... beasts." she's not entirely sure how to feel about them still, even having witnessed one for herself.

A brow quirks at the jar of sweets, because Isra thinks it a little odd but she doesn't question it. "It's good to take care of yourself, too many in this building seem to forget that." Her eyes return to her muffin, it's not really a caring comment so much as an observation. It seemed everyone here was quite eager for their work, so much so they often failed to care for themselves. "Brain and body stop functioning after a point if you don't let them rest correctly." it's matter of fact more than anything.

There's a small tilt to her head, a barely there smile when she asks "What have they got you working on lately?" before popping another bite of muffin in her mouth.

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2020 17:44:38 GMT

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It spots them at the same time they spot it, flickering into the midplane as if on reflex. Her own does the same, flickering out of site behind her and Isra watches as the young golett flickers back into view. Her own does the same right behind it before it disappears again. It's almost as if they chase each other through the shadow plane that she cannot see and Isra does her best to follow them down the path.

Eventually they get away from her, and when she finally finds them her automaton stands with another in his palm. He holds the pokemon out as if to present his catch. Isra grins, bopping the safari ball on the smaller automaton who seems unsure of the situation it has wound up in.

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Isra gestures for the woman not to worry about the room, pulling her muffin from her bag and setting it down on the table as she sits. "Thank you though." she seems almost a little stiff but it's not uncommon, the work place tends to do that to her. The mind numbing numbing crawl of paper work, the encroaching office walls caving in when she's been sitting there alone for too long- she has left it in the office temporarily.

"No, not yet at least." Isra shakes her head, her work feels mostly like maintenance most nights. It only changes pace when FERNANDO SILPH decides to lay on extra tasks for her, usually some endeavor that's more for him than her position in the league it seem. "I imagine you are though, Miss Essam. Your's is a position much more demanding than mine."

Isra breaks off a small piece of her muffin, chocolate with darker chips. Sweet enough to satisfy but not so much to upset her stomach. She pops it in her mouth with dainty fingers and a delicate ite.

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2020 6:52:41 GMT

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On the rare occasions Isra is compelled to walk away from her desk and take to somewhere else for her lunch, she tries to make a habit of chatting with the other night dwellers. It's one of the rare moments she gets to socialize with those that happen to also be in the building so late, otherwise sticking to the confines of her office and the work that gets piled on her shoulders.

Some nights she just needs to walk away for a moment, gathering her muffin up into her bag as heels click against the tiled floors of the building. She finds herself in the dining hall tonight, rather than some wayward office doorway talking to whoever she can find there.

Many faces are familiar, one stands out amongst the rest. They've crossed in passing but not much more. Isra is far from shy, approaching the woman without hesitation. "Do you mind if I join you?" Isra nods towards the empty seat.

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it is the automaton that interacts, picking the small lizard up in its hands. It's maw opens to exclaim its delight at the small cute creature now in its grasp. It seems eager to carry it.

She allows it until the pokemkn tires of the treatment, insisting to be put down the pokemon is saddened but complies nonetheless and they move on.

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like stars in the sand [remiel]

POSTED ON Mar 9, 2020 4:53:13 GMT

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She seems to miss his attempt to capture her flower and return it to her, vaguely catching his movement out of the corner of her eye but she's more focused on the coming and going of the tide than the flowers in her hair. They are like the stars in the sand, a small whimsy meant to be had and meant to be lost. Perhaps if they had come from someone else...

Isra laughs, softly, because he's caught himself this time and tries to explain himself. She doesn't quite look at him when he talks though, because it makes her smile and she doesn't quite want him to see how much so. "I would have quite liked that." she's frank because she would have, though she'd seen plenty of faces she didn't mind he'd won her over in a different way.

The woman nudges his side gently, urging him a little further inland as the tide comes in with a little more gusto. The cold water submerges their feet before they're far enough away and Isra almost glares at the water as it ebbs back out, as if that might keep it from doing so again. She turns back to Remiel, undeniably there and pulled from her thoughts tumbling into the sea. "You were." she lets it linger for a moment before continuing, looking away and continuing down the shore. "I don't understand it either, you barely even got to speak with anyone. The entire thing just sort of..." she's not sure how to put it. "useless?"

at least to her.

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POSTED ON Mar 9, 2020 4:27:23 GMT

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Isra has 10! (5 sd, 2 swarm, 3 love calc)

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