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Isra finds herself returning again and it should come as no surprise why. Her favored golems have been with her for quite some time, the pair a welcome comfort to the garden of her home even if only in her eyes.

One lumbers behind her as she walks down the path, it is as curious as she about what they might find as they wonder through the safari seeking more of its own kind. Smaller than they but a favored creature all the same. The automaton almost seems excited to be out and about with her.

>> golurks

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Isra will be redeeming her premium safari ticket from her inventory!

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There's a gentle motion in the smile on her lips when he stays at her side, right where she's drawn him to. Little things like squeezing hands and playful foot steps tumble in her head like walking down stares in search of the ground again. His voice comes on a cloud and she looks at him, surprisingly, happy to hear it.

Isra does not miss his moment of contemplation, head tilting at him ever so slightly as if to lean down and put herself into his view but his attention doesn't stay away from her long enough for her to make it there. She moves back along with him, as if it hadn't even happened at all. "And you as handsome as always." she returns the compliment, but she means it, both now and for when she had spotted him earlier. "What sort of arrangements?" she sound playful, but not nearly as teasing as she might normally be.

She doesn't catch the breeze stealing one of her precious blue flowers from her hair, but really it's a surprise more havn't been lost already. She weaves to the side, taking him with her and back again. The pair of foot prints left behind them tells a tale all its own to the water as it pushes and pulls it loose from the sand. "I was only there because of a friend, it was..."

Isra thinks for a moment, then answers frankly "Awkward purgatory, alright, and then annoying. You were a surprise." she does not realize she's being a bit dramatic, much like her wooloo was throughout the night. She's steady and calm though, finding the sounds of the beach to be mellowing. Or perhaps it is the familiarity, the breeze of this beach having been part of her oldest home. An odd notion, but not without its merit.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

Remiel Calcifet

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Some habits are hard to break.

The chatter of people, the clink of glasses against tabletops and the smell of food that permeates the air paints a picture that her clicking heels don't quite fit into. In many ways they disrupt the din of the establishment that has attracted her attention as she wonders through the lower district of Slateport tonight.

"Hm."

Something else catches her eye. Familiar if only vaguely, curious if only because he stood out in the rest of the crowd.

"Elijah, right?" the one with the flowers. She stalls in her trek towards her destination, the karaoke room, because curiosity is equally important a thing to obey on her free nights.

elijah gardner
>> why do i start threads half asleep
mission

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Isra doesn't really have time to answer, the chocolate melts while Bailey talks and they only have so much time before it either burns or falls flat again. Neither of them seem terribly keen on spending the night making an even further disaster of the cooking station. Isra leave retrieving the mold for Bailey as the woman barrels through the communal kitchen.

Isra turns to the chocolate, keeping it stirred so it won't burn until Bailey returns with a fresh mold. Her pouring is fast, she does her best to be precise and perhaps looks like she knows what's she doing for a moment.

It's only when the bowl is empty that she looks up at the other woman and answers. "paper work, prep work, stuff to make the next day run smoothly and it's usually just me."

Her attentions returns to the cooling chocolate, they've at least made it further than she ever would have on her won.

Bailey Cooper

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She doesn't really worry about whether or not he follows, Isra is a woman used to being left to her own devices. Her world tumbles around a different star and the idea of company, no matter how fond of it she may be, has always been fleeting. It comes and it goes and the closer it comes to her orbit the faster it tends to wander away from her.

As it should be, as it is supposed to be.

He is a disruption in her thoughts, a blemish on the smooth shape of should be and supposed to be. The parts of her washing out to sea jump around in a jumble of words and snap back into place before they can drift away, half broken, half lost and her's again when his hand wraps around her's. She stops for him, one foot above the flowing water while the other becomes submerged. Half here half there when she looks at him. Her expression is blank, like she hasn't decided which feeling to portray yet and she holds the idea there for a moment.

The lady of the night is as still as her dear sky, a statue frozen in decision making, shell stripped away by the sea. It's in a sudden and fluid motion that she returns his gesture. He has chosen to follow, to come to her and will not go unrewarded. Fingers curl into his and then into him, pulling him to her, insisting he come closer still until his side brushes against her's.

If he doesn't put distance between them then, while he has the chance, he'll find her continuing forward along the edges of the water. Her movements don't change, now she only guides him with closeness to follow suite, to walk with her to the beat of the ebbing tide.

"You're not someone I expected to see tonight."

Remiel Calcifet

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She can feel the ocean water lapping at her bare toes, splashing up to reach for her heels and begging her to come back and play as it ebbs back out to deep dark and devouring depths down bellow. She likes to think each shifting of the tides takes a little part of her away from the sandy shore out into the open waters, tugging away the parts she's tired of, pulling apart her thoughts and casting them out to sea until she doesn't have to think about them anymore. Isra only lets it take a few back out with its waters, keeping the ones she thinks while watching him against a backdrop of city lights and sand in the distance.

It's only when he speaks that she really acknowledges him, a gentle grin taking over at the sound of his voice. It's all too familiar now, all too comfortable a sound. One could even say she enjoys it a little bit. As if on cue she returns to the humming she had stopped without realizing it, picking up where she left off, a little louder now o he's certain to hear her as she turns away.

Her eyes drift back to her playmate, the ebbing of the ocean tides entrancing tonight as she continues on her way. The pattern's not so hard to see as her feet cross over each other to avoid the lapping waves and succumb to the strong reach of the tide. Another piece of her floats away.

But not the part that reaches her hand up over her shoulder and beckons him to follow her, or better yet, to join her.

Remiel Calcifet

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Isra almost rolls her eyes. Instead her attention moves back to the paper because at least the paper won't annoy her to the end of the earth before the night truly begins. She almost misses when he explains himself, having decided to only give him half her attention in her usual childlike need to be defiant.

She glances his way, almost surprised. "Hmm...." she doesn't seem entirely convinced, but she never really is with Fernando so she let's it go, in a way. Only slightly. Enough to chuckle at his comment about being a politician. "Only just now?" it's almost playful.

"I can't imagine you're hoping to drag him back to the league." she glances over the paper again. "Not after what happened. That'd almost be too easy anyway."

So Isra does as she always does, asks questions that'll either sate or annoy her and it's hard to say which with Fernando. "So what are you hoping to get out of tracking him down, once you do?" it's subtle, but she doesn't question whether or not he will succeed, it's more a matter of how intact he'll be once he does and she knows it.

FERNANDO SILPH

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Some things never change and even here, in a space like this with such a short and sweet exchange he gets what he gives-

The woman laughs and this time she doesn't hold back, but it's not joyous, not even really amused. It's something else entirely, a deliberate retort to his words and the audacity and ego that surely sit behind them. Portrayed or otherwise Isra perhaps knows better than most how the high up Fernando thinks himself to be, has built himself to be.

The bell chimes, and Isra stands with an overbearing grin and looks him dead on. "On this matter Fernando,"

She snaps her fingers and the Wooloo wakes to attention at her feet, nuzzling her ankle before preparing to trot away.

"You don't get to make that decision." she shakes her head, but it's rude enough to leave the rest of his comment cold. "More than my night has been fruitful, and you most certainly do have competition." she insists, a smirk spreading across the last of her words before she turns to walk away.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening Fernando, maybe you should go say hello to the one that stole a kiss from you before it's over." she waves over her shoulder, content to leave him behind. It's not like they won't be pulled back together again, just as they always are, by one thing or another.

FERNANDO SILPH

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It's the answer she expects. Something the two of them are actually on the same page on. Whatever sentiments might be attached to the matter of the missing E4 member are vague at best and left to the public to make a mess of. There are bigger things to deal with than something that may not even be possible to fix.

His look of confusion is met with a blank expression as she waits for him to get it. Hopefully, maybe. Communication has always seemed to be something they can't quite understand about each other. At least she doesn't have to try and explain herself this time.

There's a tilt to her head and a quirk of her brow when he grins. Whatever his plan is it's something more curious than the papers on her desk. "The one that... denounced the league was it?" she combs back over the reports again, looking for the piece on what had happened with Balder at the scene of the disaster.

"What is it you want with him then?" whatever it is he's up to, he's at least in a good mood about it.

FERNANDO SILPH

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It spars with a tree and she doesn't even so much as give it a glance. The woman moves past in search of what she wants most. Tonight she will not take any deviation from her path because that is nothing more than wasted time.

The scrafty may stop to watch her, perhaps out of its own curiosity but that's the most their encounter shall be.

>>passing

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It's a slight smirk, but only because she can do even better than that. The closer they get to witnessing the scene he'll find her Gardevoir has already been using her psychic energy to apply pressure tot he wound, stalling the bleeding. The pulses of healing energy come shortly after. The pokemon is an efficient healer and Isra has put much effort in making her bleeding heart worthy of keeping.

"Naturally, don't mind us any." she waves him off, her pokemon will take to the man in question, Isra looks him over to see if he matches the description of what she's looking for but she can't say if he does or not. "She's a healer more than anything, she won't give in till he's dead or breathing on his own."

Curiosity gets the better of her. Once her chance counterpart leaves the scene to make his call she releases a second pokemon. A noivern, oddly seafoam green in coloration but it's not the reason she adores him so much. No, it's the telepathy that truly makes him useful. A probing mind- and she wonders how much he'll be able to find out before the man comes back from his little chat.

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