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flare up [m]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 9:47:23 GMT
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There's a gentle chuckle at the frankness of Bailey's action, caught out of the corner of her eye. She can appreciate the sentiment.

"Maybe one of us should melt and the other should be ready to pour it then?" it seemed the most efficient way to make it happen. a sort of tag team effect between the two of them should manage at least a handful of acceptable chocolates. The woman waves off the thanks however, seeing it as unnecessary while she pours the chips into the new metal bowl. Hopefully the extra set of hands will be a good omen.

Her eyes flit to the pot of water, watching for a moment to see if there were bubbles yet before deciding to retrieve a fresh mold for the chocolates, getting it ready. ", I'm his overnight assistant." it comes as no surprise she wasn't recognized, most didn't after all.



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overgrowth [gym]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 9:36:44 GMT
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Isra can't help but think that the answer is not what she was looking for but is more or less indifferent to the idea of it. She does consider it likely for Fernando to send her for business of any real kind, if anything he would prefer to do it of his own accord.

Regardless, Cait obliges her challenge and Isra bows her head in polite respect. "As you wish." The clefable waddles onto the field and blinks, deciding with reasonable certainty to whistle for the banette that had accompanied her to take the field.

When he does, reappearing from the midplane he had been sitting in it is with a burst of ghostly energy filling the field, having been collecting in his body while he waited for Isra's command. He releases it with a twirl and flourish, the phantom force he uses to travel the world quickly filling her arena with the wave of energy.



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genesis is coming [ dw ]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 7:42:08 GMT
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"No, that's not why." but she does not elaborate, opting to keep it to herself. The beliefs of her people span farther than many think and what they see on the surface was almost nothing compared to the deepest parts of their existence. To be of the In Between, of the worshipers of Giratina was to know a truth they believed be part of the foundation of the world. Something well beyond what any others could fathom, only the rarest few amongst them new it. A sacred truth passed down to the worthiest of them.

Isra. Is always. Amongst them.

And that is why she can see a truth in his words, a flickering of something beyond what most people can see, beyond what most are willing to believe. Her eyes follow his hands with a vacant stair, her mind wondering elsewhere though she does not lose herself entirely. The words simply make her think of things she does not often see.

At first she does not answer him further, eyes turning out to their meeting place, letting the words settle in her mind. "A harvest of the avatars, or a culling of the gifted?" she almost seems unconvinced, because truly she is not yet certain where she thinks he lies, his place being neither here nor there in her mind. This being neither here nor there. She feels, undecidedly, that things are in limbo.

"What do you intend to do with your harvest?"

somewhere in the distance her pokemon finds another worthy of bringing home. A ghostly hand takes hold of the abra, shadows sneaking and creepy across its body until it buckle beneath the weight of a fear it has never before faced. THe ghost drags it into view and Isra tosses the ball.


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COMFEY SWARM (FLORAL FANCIES)
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 6:16:26 GMT
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A leisurely stroll through the park is more than enough to clear her head, something she often finds herself doing when given the chance to. The conversation she has just left behind fresh and tumbling around in her head as they often do. Some questions are hard to answer and she has done her best to do so despite that fact.

If only she could be as free spirited as the Comfey she sees gathering around the area, though she's certainly much more like her Hydreigon. Either option would be notably better some days. Not because she would seek to leave her life behind, but because she never seems to get a break from it. Maybe that's why she feels the need to toss the ball she does, regardless of her desire for the pokemon.


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poison stingers; scorpion hearts [sd]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 6:12:16 GMT
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She almost chuckles at the pet name, stifling the sound before it can make its great escape. A dainty hand covers her mouth just to be on the safe side.

"Thank you, tough one in particular was quite uncouth I'm afraid." she rolls her eyes, speaking and his lack of manners paired with an attitude he had no right to be carrying while speaking with her. Isra slips into her seat, eyeing the bowl of sweets that sits there but not taking one just yet.

Instead eye narrow on him playfully as her wooloo approaches the wolf of a pokemon. If he's to be afraid of the pokemon he does not show it. Instead the pokemon is given an obnoxious Bah of greeting as it seeks to shake off the weirdness caused by 's pokemon.

"So are you just saying that or are you truly too cold and devoted to your work to ever possibly love another." her hand settles over her heart, head tilting in a dramatic manner that can only come from enough familiarity with her to see it peak through. Something usually reserved for her interactions with the fortree gym leader.

"I believe this is the part where I'm supposed to go on some sort of tangent about how love conquers all and some such nonsense, right?"

movies are foreign to her but surely she's been fed enough books to have torn out the pages containing such useless speeches.



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Inquiry [gavin]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 5:36:45 GMT
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"Their loss."

There is no hesitation in her answer, a personal belief bleeding through though she won't allow it to do any further. She keeps the rest of the train of thought to herself. It's not truly her place to continue, not with him. A stranger, an outsider, a day walker, a man with no right to what else she could say. Not now.

"I don't often get the chance to speak with the scientists, what sort of things do they have you working on as of late?" of course she expects a half answer, the woman has no true clearance to an answer but curiosity compels her to try anyway.



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the color of the trees [sd]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 5:18:58 GMT
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A single hoof mimics the action of the plant, tentative, slow, as if it's not entirely sure what to make of the creature still but friendliness is friendliness right?

She watches him for a moment, not entirely sure what to make of his demeanor. Her head tilts ever so slightly to the side. "Depends on the person."

The bell chimes, the round is ending.

"And depends on what I get out of it."

It's almost an after thought, she doesn't think long enough to keep herself from saying it. Perhaps it's the floral gift, having pleased her more than she expected.

The woman stands, the sharp whistle catching her pokemon's attention before he can make contact with the drooling plant and pulling him away from it. "Thank you again for the flowers Elijah, I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening."

She leaves to the steady click of heels and hooves.

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POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 5:15:38 GMT
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the cabinet of dr. quinn [s]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 5:03:23 GMT
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She watches the scientist, something almost like disappointment flashing across her features. Her opinions tumble backwards from the step they had been on prior to this evening. She'd expected much better of him than what he was giving them tonight.

A pity, he had so much potential and all she sees is him stifling it with something useless.

Eyes dart away from him as the curtains close, ensnaring the last of the setting sun in a trap of its own, curling the straggling rays downward. Her eyes settle on Remiel, mind settling on the fact he's caught her red handed and she wonders if he's guessed the secret most prevalent in her skin. "It really wasn't Gavin." she comments as he releases the pokemon in question, though her eyes don't move away from Remiel just yet. "That was the point."

If she were going to be involved in his death or elsewise it would be done alone, no witnesses. They have a repertoire already for her to take advantage of. Traps were a waste of time and got messy quick. No matter how hard Gavin had looked some threats simply went unseen, some things lurked so far in the dark one could never quite see them.

The tension of her voice is broken by the chuckle of her banette, watching her with his characteristic grin. Without hesitation she shoves the pokemon off the arm of the chair, his presence no longer needed and her eyes shift back to Gavin. The pokemon lands on his feet and her whistle releases him to do as he pleases. "Regardless, you two might as well return to your conversation."

Her banette is as up front as she is, wasting no time approaching the other pokemon in the room and trying to lure her into a game of patty-cake.



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playthings [open]
POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 3:16:00 GMT
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Isra nods, accepting his gracious rejection of her offer. She suppose it probably would be best he hire an assistant of his own to keep his affairs in order rather than a temporary fix.

"I can look around a bit for you, I'll send you an email if I can find anyone that may be suitable for your particular position." she does not socialize much, her own circle too small to name anyone off the top of her head but she is a thorough woman. It would not do to make such an offer to him and fail to see it through. "If ever you need someone in the mean time, feel free to ask."

She accepts he likely won't, but will let the offer stand anyway.

"If I may, what are you doing out here anyway?" she continues the conversation before the last topic can stagnate in the air between them.


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POSTED ON Mar 2, 2020 3:06:30 GMT
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"Isra, if you would." she does not shake his hand but the nod of acknowledgement should be enough to suffice to social cues needed to be polite. He's vaguely familiar but her attention is quickly returned to the scene before them and her skepticism about the group she has been burdened with the company of can only ascend further.
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They don't get long to chat before the last of their little group makes their way and the excursion begins, she has little interest in their arrangement for entry but plays along quietly for now. Her interests lies on the other side of what to come and to that extent she will tolerate the situation as much as she has to.
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Isra does not watch the blinding light, the passing blur of a world they cannot truly know or name. Her eyes close, lungs fill with a breath she holds tight and she lets it pass unseen. A voice nags her in the back of her head about the light, the sun, how she can't be sure any of this won't cause a reaction in her skin. She throws it aside at the sound of a voice, the first of them speaking.
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She opens her eyes, scanning the options that lay before them as she releases the breath she has been holding. At least no one seems to be losing control yet.
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"I would prefer the rain. We need only be ready for the down pour." her comment is steady and calm, if the situation has her unsettled she does not show it.

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flare up [m]
POSTED ON Feb 29, 2020 9:18:00 GMT
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Somewhere amidst a cupboard or drawer Isra finds more chocolate chips meant to be melting, the kind that were large and meant to be used for it. By the time she turns around to the other woman she is holding up the botched candies she had been trying to make. Frankly, she'd gotten farther than Isra usually did on her own.

"Mmm... have you made progress from the first try at all?" progress at least boded well. "Maybe two people that aren't very good at this can at least manage one batch that looks right, right?" Isra returns to the station, pulling out her phone which she has become quite comfortable using to look things up on.

A quick search leads her to a page with tips for melting chocolate in as simple a set of terms as she can find. Looking back up at bailey she suggests a course of action. "Maybe we should just get the water to boiling first? That's what it says to do at least."



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Inquiry [gavin]
POSTED ON Feb 29, 2020 8:32:47 GMT
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There's a momentary grin of approval. A small crack in her normally perfectly practiced mask. Rarely does Isra ever feel the emotions she conveys, part of the elaborate ruse, the game she is always playing. He earns himself a glimpse of what lies bellow.

"Good. That is something few ever grasp." the nod is slight, a subtle approval beyond the grin as she contemplates his answer. her eyes move from him for the moment, scanning the city as its night life takes over in the background. She has chosen a more quiet part of the city but the lights in the distant catch her attention nonetheless.

After a moment she asks, "I assume rocket only pays you for progression forward then? Or is it something else they ask of you?" when she looks back at him it is with genuine curiosity.



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POSTED ON Feb 29, 2020 8:06:26 GMT
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The dragon soars overhead, circling his decided route across the path and back to her again with ease. She lets him, allowing the pokemon to roam free as she comes upon a place she has perched more than once. The woman sits and crosses one leg over the other. It isn't long before she has a visitor.

It is hard to miss against the back drop of the green path, the pokemon doesn't not quite seem like it belongs and Isra raises a brow at it. In many ways the pokemon is a little unsettling to her but she has become more used to its presence than she had previously been. At first she and the pokemon just stare at each other, almost as if it can't quite make sense of her either.

The treats in her bag are soon found to not be good enough to catch its attention either but the pokemon doesn't leave. It simply seems to be waiting, or watching, she can't quite tell. She settles with picking it up and letting it perch next to her, the pokemon seems content or a spell.

The pair wait for the Salamence to be content with his night, and the pokeball seems a willing way to travel when the beast begins to open its gaping maw.

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genesis is coming [ dw ]
POSTED ON Feb 29, 2020 7:01:10 GMT
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He has..... a lot to say.

Isra watches him as closely as she listens, habit and manners dictate she not be rude and lose interest. It's not that she doesn't want to hear what she has to say but she feels like she will need to write the words down later and comb through them to find the parts she actually wants. Too many little things in his voice as he talks, his mannerisms as he peers at the sky and back to her again. The cross on his forehead is a curious thing but she feels like it may be an inquiry for another time all together.

At the end of it she cannot say how she feels about his answer, he leaves her indifferent and perhaps a little bored. There is a pauses, where Isra looks at him blank faced and unaffected by something that may have been intended to be compelling or perhaps inspiring. Her hands reach behind her back, lacing together as she watches him.

The words tumble over in her head. The question a curiosity that she must consider properly because to do anything less would be unbecoming of her and her position, improper towards her company and the answer could very well be damning if glaring red eyes were watching from one of the many spaces in between. Despite how it leaves her mind to wonder, her eyes do not.

"I would believe," she begins, a curious tilt of her head as she settles on the only truth that sits on the tip of her tongue. "That there would be a possibility of that being true." but she's not truly convinced, not really, not fully. There's a piece of some kind missing to that idea. "Or at the very least it has a part to play."

Rocket to her is the same thing now that it was when this all first started, when it had begun all the way in the grasses of Kanto.

A catalyst.

A beginning and an end.


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