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Georgette hand turned the postcard over again and again in her hands, her blue-green eyes reading and rereading the missive sent to her by Father Winter. Seated in the lobby of the hotel near the fire, the woman absently kicked her legs as she reclined back into her chair, eyes closing to instead relish the warmth soaking into her bones. Nonetheless, her mind drifted repeatedly to the note she had received.
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Detached.
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Cunning.
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It wasn't exactly what she associated with the holiday season, but then again, perhaps Father Winter held a different attitude towards the inhabitants of Hoenn. Besides, she reminded herself, she wasn't a little girl any more. She had grown up. It certainly made sense the world around her had as well. With that in mind Georgette dug out the phone from her pocket, her eyes opening languidly as she began to scroll through her contacts until she fell upon the name she was looking for.
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Tapping on the number labelled Amber Lenoir, Georgette puts the receiver to her ear while it rings. A warm smile blossoming over her lips when the line connects, a pleasant, "Hello, Amber! It's Georgette." Falling into a lull as she allows the other to chatter, Georgette listens comfortably, her own voice eventually piping up to mention an odd postcard from Father Winter she had been sent, and if Amber had received anything like it.
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A plan is hatched, and the pair decide they will meet in Granite Cave the day after tomorrow, giving each plenty of time to clear their schedules and prepare. When they do meet at the opening of the cave, Georgette hugs her companion tightly by way of greeting, the pair soon making their way through the labyrinthine tunnels to finally stand before a slim figure flipping a coin. Listening carefully to his instructions, Georgette purses her lips in deep thought.
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Something tangible. Something unique? Something she desired.
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"I would like a Glastrier to call my own. Heads."

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If prosperity makes monsters,
I'll claw my way to glory.

Father Winter's super rude response did not go unnoticed by Amber Lenoir, although it took awhile for her assistant to bring it to her attention; poor-to-unpleasant news rarely resulted well for the messenger, especially when delivered to the hot-headed celebrity.

"Who does he think he is?" she scoffed, her own wealth capable of buying her much of what she desired. What on earth did she want that she didn't have? Ridiculous. Not worth getting worked up over. Forget the stupid man in the red suit, Amber.

However, there was one thing that Amber wanted: a childish fancy she hadn't considered until rekindling an old flame.

By the time Georgette called and asked for Amber to join her to meet Father Winter personally, Amber had already decided to accept the challenge.

Granite Cave and the shadowy figure within both hardly inspired much confidence in Amber, but she held her tongue and listened to the instructions with a nod. If that's what he wanted, then fine. The inherent risk wasn't all that much different from gambling, right?

"I wish for a Red Gyarados. Tails."

(tagged)⏤ Georgette Bluebottle
(notes)⏤ Father Winter's Wager [WW]

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THE COIN TOSS

"A STEED. A DRAGON. STRAIGHT OUT OF A FAIRYTALE." Father Winter takes notes of the coin tosses and their results with discerning eyes. He continues to smile, betraying little. "ONCE YOU'VE RECOVERED YOUR PRIZE, HEAD BACK. THE PORTAL WILL BE WAITING FOR YOU."

As the swirl of the portal consumes you and Father Winter, his UNOWN-D swirls around and seals the dimensional door... and manifests as an illusory Father Winter unbeknownst to the two. After some time, the portal closes behind them.

Because one of you have LOST THE COIN TOSS. Father Winter intends for you both to die in this alternate dimension.

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INSTRUCTIONS

TO CONTINUE, make a post or several posts detailing your character's adventure into an alternate universe or timeline.

Below this post are prompts that you must fulfill during your post or posts. Although there is no minimum word count, please write something meaningful, whether it is a poetic drabble, a concerted narrative, or an experimental foray into storytelling.

Once you are done, TAG SHIV in #wintry-wagers on Discord or on Proboards. Afterward, shiv will post a small follow up to end your thread.

TAGS: Georgette Bluebottle Amber Lenoir
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[attr="class","hoennstartitle"]MEDIEVAL TIMES

[attr="class","hoennstardesc"]You are sent to a medieval universe where Hoenn is ruled by royalty. Various kingdoms have claimed dominion over many of the region's territories; however, you are contacted by an austere Queen who is an alternate version of Amber's mother.[break][break]

Bestowing armours on you two, she asks you to ride out on a Glastrier to tame or subdue a rampaging Red Gyarados for the good of the kingdom. In return, they will send you back home. Unfortunately, their ability to send you back home is a lie constructed for you two do their bidding for them.[break][break]

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[attr="class","hoennstartask"]CATCH THE RED GYARADOS (GACHAPON).

[attr="class","hoennstartask"]RECEIVE ICEROOT CARROT.

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[attr="class","hoennstardesc"]Navigating an alternate universe is jarring. Using your own Unown or benevolent Unown, find a way back to your original universe.

[attr="class","hoennstartask"]USE & BOLD 3 WORDS FROM THE UNOWN REPORT.

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[attr="class","hoennstartitle"]AMBUSHED BY BANDITS

[attr="class","hoennstardesc"]As you travel to the body of water where the Red Gyarados resides, a group of bandits attacks you. They will attempt to seize all of your possessions, attempt to kill you, etc. Defeat them and you will be able to pilfer 100 PD from them.

[attr="class","hoennstartask"]DEFEAT BANDITS; GET MONEY.

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[attr="class","hoennstartitle"]DEATH STRANDING

[attr="class","hoennstardesc"]You are not meant to be here- but you are not alone. Encounter a dead body that is from your original universe, presumably a victim of Father Winter. Otherwise, encounter "death" in some form, whether it is a dead Pokemon, person, or a being you must end.

[attr="class","hoennstartask"]REFERENCE DEATH.

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[attr="class","hoennstartitle"]HOW THEY MET THEMSELVES

[attr="class","hoennstardesc"]Although you may not recognize this land or its people— there is no mistaking your own face or the face of a past lover. Encounter an alternate ancestor of Georgette, Amber or anyone else they may know in the original world. They may be benevolent or hostile (e.g. the bandits).

[attr="class","hoennstartask"]ENCOUNTER AN ALTERNATE ANCESTOR SELF / OTHER.

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Gigi

She/Her

January 1st

Snowbelle, Kalos

Unknown

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5' 3" / 160 CM height

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep

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The trip through the portal leaves her disoriented, the vivid colours of the landscape in stark contrast from the drab caves they were just standing in. Pressing her eyes closed for a moment, Georgette exhales as her hand goes to her swimming head, her blue-green eyes somewhat unfocused when they settle back onto Father Winter standing nearby.
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"Good luck," the man's voice drawls, his thumb flipping up a coin into the air. Georgette watches in confusion as he reaches up, catching it mid-air without checking how it has landed. A flash of light and the portal closes, its disappearance heralding Father Winter's own departure.
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"What," tries Georgette before realising it's hopeless. The man is gone, and with it their way home. Her brow furrowed as she slowly gathers her wits about her, Georgette looks sidelong to Amber and reaches out to gently catch the girl's elbow - a grounding presence for both of them.
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Remaining silent for the time being, Georgette catalogues the world around her. The scent of cedar trees cut sharply with petrichor. A stormy sky above, pregnant with rain. The rumble of thunder. Mud squelches below her boots as she minutely shifts her weight. The snap of a twig?
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Georgette looks around carefully, but the trees and brush obscure any hope of sighting what caused the sound. "Amber, are you alright," she finally tries, her voice surprisingly rough.
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Why did she feel watched?

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POSTED ON Mar 10, 2022 22:35:29 GMT

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[attr="class","exhausted"]The higher the stakes, the more fun the game.

[attr="class","rhythm"]

❝

If prosperity makes monsters,
I'll claw my way to glory.

"Ugh, what the hell was that?" Amber groaned, rubbing her sore body as she crawled up from the floor. Her faithful Umbreon ran to her side, licking her face in concern as the blonde peered at her surroundings. "Father Winter? What a pompous ass," she muttered, her grumpiness dutifully ignored by her loving Pokemon.

Mud. Leaves. Grass. Perfect. One of Amber's least favorite things, nature.

"Oh my god. Are you okay, Gigi?" she asked suddenly, remembering she was not alone in this strange place. It was one thing that this joker had thrown her own world upside-down; the fact that Georgette, literally the nicest person that Amber knew, was in trouble too was unforgivable.

Letting out a low whine, Amber peered upwards at the sky and stomped her foot. "Great. Just great. It's going to rain. Time to find a way out of here, I guess."

That frosty jerk had said something about a prize, right? Amber rolled her eyes as she kept walking through the unfamiliar landscape. "Yeah, sure, okay. We're gonna find a Red Gyarados and a Glastrier out here in the middle of nowhere, okay. Dick." The infamous celebrity wanted nothing more than to go home and have a nice, relaxing bubble bath while watching her favorite TV shows.

A vampire drama, maybe, or another one of those soapy court intrigues where the nobility are all up in each other's business. That time travel one with the girl who gets sent back in old Galar? Man, that was some good, steamy stuff.

Except the people in those shows were always, like, getting jumped by bandits or whatever. You'd think they'd have a better sense of their own surroundings by then, y'know?

Caught as she was in her own self-absorbed thoughts, the shadows in the outer field of her vision went unseen as Amber stormed ahead of her companion, although her Umbreon let out a low, warning growl that stopped the blonde in her tracks. "Luci?" she said, surprised. "What's gotten into you?"

A flash of metal heralded the arrival of a knife held at her throat, a Ninetales emerging from the undergrowth to subdue her Umbreon with a hiss of flame and a whip of its magnificent tails.

"Watch your step, princesse," a strange voice whispered into her ear from behind. "You and your hound have found yourself a very long way from the castle, haven't you, chérie? What a shame it would be for someone like you to go... permanently missing."

Princess? What the fuck.

"I'm not some stupid--"

The knife pressed harder against her throat, and Amber swallowed her words, watching with wide-eyed concern as Lucifer snarled angrily from where he stood trapped within a spiraling ring of fire.

A low chuckle preceded the bandit's reply, ringing with cool amusement. "Milady, if I may. Your strange disguise fools no one. It is best if you come quietly, yes? I hear the queen has a most handsome ransom for you."

The nerve of this stupid asshole. Where was Gigi?!

(tagged)⏤ Georgette Bluebottle
(notes)⏤ ISEKAI GO!

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Gigi

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January 1st

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Offering Amber a wane smile as her disorientation eases, Georgette gives a little nod of assurance as she speaks. "I'm fine," the woman murmurs softly, her grip on Amber's arm tightening just-barely before her touch is gone. "Just a little dizzy. It will pass."
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Beginning to look around again, a little snort of mirth sounds from Gigi when Amber insults Father winter, her blue-green eyes momentarily cradled within laugh-lines that swiftly disappear as quickly as they came. "It is what we asked for," she reminds her companion instead, her brow furrowing as she once more assesses their situation. She had her Mudsdale with her - that would certainly help move them around. She had her Froslass, who is released from her pokeball, for protection; her Altaria follows, his billowing wings sending a wispy fog rolling across the ground.
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The growling of Lucifer instead captures her attention, her hand going to her hip to pull out a third pokeball only to be stopped by a firm grip on her wrist from a second bandit now standing directly behind her. "Not so fast," comes a lowly growled voice to instruct Georgette's movements. Ignoring the world around her as her attention narrows, there is no hesitation when Georgette's legs spread; with that lower centre of gravity the bandit behind her is thrown forwards roughly as she catches his arm, her hands then moving to immediately grab the bandit's wrist which results in a dull pop followed by an agonizing scream. It seemed her brothers' lessons for self-defence were useful after all.
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As she disarms her assailant her pokemon work without instruction, a brutal Hex levelled upon the enemy Ninetales followed by a brilliant Moonblast which sends the fox slamming into a nearby tree to bounce off it limply. Georgette grabs the knife on the ground in the ensuing scuffle, her gaze narrowed at the sounds of people around them, though their retreat is marked by an agitated, "Fuck this."
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Georgette turns her blade to the one holding Amber. "Let her go," she demands. "Or I will have them attack you too." For emphasis her Froslass chitters hellishly, the temperature of the surrounding forest noticeably lowering.
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Seeming to realise he has been left behind, save for his companion still panting on the ground in pain, the bandit flashes a charming smile and with a flourish removes the blade from Amber to be tucked away as if it had never been there to begin with. Displaying his now empty hands, BARNABY FINCH converses amiably, "I should have known the Princesse wouldn't travel without a bodyguard."
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"But the Queen has been so worried. I just wanted to bring her daughter back." As Barnaby speaks a perfectly-placed smile is levelled upon Gigi who stares frostily in turn.
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Flicking her gaze over the area once more, Georgette points the knife back at the bandit on the ground when it seems they may attempt to stand, which seems to dissuade them from trying further. "You will take us to meet the Queen," she instructs slowly. "Recall your pokemon."
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Barnaby does as instructed while Georgette holds out her hand for Amber, beckoning the younger woman nearer, and then moves to release the rest of her pokemon: Wooloo, Mudsdale, Piloswine, and Gligar.
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"Amber," she says lowly once the other can hear her, "Check on your Umbreon and then we will go. You can ride on my Mudsdale."

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Goldenrod City, JOHTO

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Civilian

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POSTED ON Mar 17, 2022 8:23:43 GMT

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[attr="class","exhausted"]The higher the stakes, the more fun the game.

[attr="class","rhythm"]

❝

If prosperity makes monsters,
I'll claw my way to glory.

Amber stuck her tongue out at this annoying stranger who, unbeknownst to her, was the spitting image of BARNABY FINCH from her world. "Dick," she muttered again, dusting herself off as she ran over to tend to her whimpering Umbreon. "Luci, are you okay?! God, I'm so sorry, I will pay better attention next time." The two embraced as Gigi kept watch over the bandit, the ivory-haired trainer's newly released Pokemon circling the man warily.

"The castle?" the man said to Gigi with a smirk, bowing at the waist as he retrieved his Ninetales. With a benign shrug of surrender, he said, "At once, then, mademoiselle." The way this guy looked at Amber as she boarded the Mudsdale creeped her the hell out. She'd had fans that took it too far before, but like, save for the time a Voltorb blew up at a show nothing like this had ever happened.

Speaking of, yoshiro shioda still wasn't answering her texts. And like, this was kind of important stuff for a personal bodyguard to respond to! Amber tapped furiously at her phone from atop Gigi's horse, only to realise she had no cell service. Typical. Like a horror movie, basically.

"So like," Amber continued, raising her cellphone high, "why is there no reception here?"

As she whined, the man threw an easy glance over his shoulder, amused. "Reception? Do you mean to say that my welcome was not receptive enough, princesse?"

"No, I mean, why can't I text anyone out here?"

"Text?" The man's expression turned quizzical. "You require parchment?"

"Oh my god, you are being SO annoying," Amber groaned, spurring the Mudsdale ahead with annoyance. "Whatever let's go to the 'castle.' Where is it? Are we in Kalos or something?" It would explain a lot about this posh weirdo.

"Kalos? Non." At this, the puzzled expression gave way to the bold timbre of laughter. "Princesse, are you so sheltered you do not recognise your own kingdom of Hoenn? Or perhaps the shock of seeing me has frightened you out of your senses."

Amber huffed, her hands on her hips, looking every bit the spoiled brat he was patiently accusing her of being from atop her literal high horse. "Uh, excuse me, if this were Hoenn my Hoenn Horizon reception would be working perfectly. You have no idea what I paid for this coverage plan, okay? It probably is worth more than your whole life."

At the continued laughter from the bandit, Amber turned helplessly to Georgette Bluebottle, thumb jerked at him as if to say 'the fuck is this guy's problem?'

"Here we are," the bandit said breezily as they approached a giant gate before a sprawling capital that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. "Slateport. The castle, as you can see, is within the heart of it."

Slateport? What. Was this guy for real? He couldn't be for real. Amber had been in Slateport so many times by now it seemed ridiculous to point her to this medieval faire and expect her to accept it was one of the largest cities in Hoenn.

Except then she looked closer, and a few details looked eerily similar. The layout of the districts. The proximity of the beach. The nightmarket. Oh Arceus. Oh fuck.

"Holy shit, Gigi," she whispered in a frantic hiss, "we are actually in fucking Slateport."

Not a horror movie. This was some straight up Outlander shit.

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(notes)⏤ ONWARDS WE GO!

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Her gaze never leaving the bandit, Georgette whistles softly for her Mudsdale once Amber has mounted; with a bob of her head Clementine moves purposefully to stand beside his trainer, the woman's hand resting on the horse's shoulder. Her hand remaining upon the Mudsdale, her other hand gripping the knife tightly, she gives a tip of her head and instructs, "Let's go."
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Georgette then falls silent as Amber chatters and this other timeline's Barnaby replies. Only half-listening to their conversation, the woman frowns minutely as she takes in the surrounding environment, taking note of the thinning trees that reveal not a paved path but one of well-trodden earth. Failing to notice power lines, any sort of electrical light in the distance, confusion slowly builds behind her unspoken questions.
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Her attention is fleetingly shifted to Amber when a disbelieving look and a thumb jerked towards Barnaby is offered her way, a low noise the only true acknowledgement that Georgette exhibits. Her frown deepens when, upon cresting a hill, they overlook a castle in place of Slateport's sprawling districts; the beach devoid of brilliant umbrellas and stands; an almost oppressive peacefulness.
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"Yes, I think so," comes Georgette's breathless reply.
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As they travel closer to the sprawling town a crowds begin to gather, lining streets which turn cobbled the further they travel. Georgette begins to recall her pokemon one by one as she becomes more and more certain their 'guide' will not attempt to attack either of them with so many eyes watching until finally all that reminds is her Froslass and Mudsdale.
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Trying to ignore the pointing and staring, the whispers, Georgette slips the knife into her satchel when several guards approach them. She allows Barnaby to speak, Amber to be fawned over, her presence by the Mudsdale barely noted. Instead, she takes note of the polished armour and weapons; the opulence of the castle's front gates. Inside vibrant silks drip from the rafters and gems encrusted upon larger-than-life oil paintings while the hushed whispers of nobility fill its cavernous walls.
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Led to the throne room, light washes over the wayward travellers, momentarily blinding Georgette before she makes out the silhouette of a woman in front of a golden throne. Stately and severe, a smile devoid of warmth touches the unknown woman's lips as she greets, her arms spreading wide to indicate Amber to come forwards, "My daughter you're finally home. We have all been so worried."
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Georgette presses her lips into a thin line as she observes the supposed reunion. How could any of this be right? Father Winter's words echoed in her ears.
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Straight out of a fairytale.
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"We are here for the dragon," Georgette announces without preamble, her blue-green gaze falling heavily upon the queen.
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There was only one way to get to the end of a story, wasn't there?

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"Daughter?" Okay, this was just trippy.

Like, looking vaguely like some princess person? That was believable, ish. But seeing the spitting image of her horrific bitch of a mother sitting on a throne, extending an arm to her and calling her daughter? Too far. Way too fucking far. Did meeting an alternative universe version of her mother violate her restraining order, somehow?

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Amber spat out, incensed as BARNABY FINCH received a reward for her safe delivery with an amused glint in his eyes as he departed. Wow. Even that asshole got what he wanted, huh? "My mother and I don't talk. We hate each other. She hopes every day that I die a terrible death so she can milk her sob story for every cent. So you're not my mother, got it? And if you are, go to fucking hell where you belong."

Sharp, flint-like eyes narrowed in on Amber from atop the throne, the queen's austere expression one that Amber knew well enough from her own childhood. That of a puppet master, irate that her strings didn't dance as well as they used to. "Your time outside has given you quite the mouth, I see," Queen Berry said coldly. "We'll remedy that, Princess Amber."

Georgette Bluebottle was handling this situation immensely better, calm and poised. The topic of the dragon drew the queen's attention away from her brat of a 'daughter', eyebrows raised.

"The dragon? The Bloody Gyarados, you mean? Oh, yes. It is rampaging dreadfully at the harbor. Ruining all our sea trade."

Amber's eyes widened. 'The Bloody Gyarados'? Wait, an actual red Gyarados? Holy shit, that Father Winter dude wasn't lying.

The queen sniffed with disapproval, smirking as she caught the open look of surprise on Amber's face. "Of course, little Amber here has been begging to handle it, but she's a frail and sheltered thing. And she needs to be in good condition for the upcoming ball, where her fiancé will attend."

"Fiancé!?!" Amber wasn't the only one sputtering as an armoured silhouette in the corner grimaced, turning away. The knight caught her attention for only a brief moment before stepping out of the shadows of the throne, bowing before the queen.

"Your Grace. The princess appears much changed since we last saw her, in her dress and manner alike. Are we certain the two are one and the same?" That voice. Amber would know it anywhere.

yoshiro shioda. Her beloved Junya.

"I'm from a different Slateport," Amber blurted out, trying to meet the eyes of the mysterious figure in the visor that sounded so much like her... her bodyguard, yeah. "We don't have queens in that Hoenn, or princesses, or anything like that. I guess we have council people? Some CEO dude named Silph? Whatever. We're just lost, but we want to get back home."

It felt stupid to say aloud, but Amber didn't know how to lie to Yoshi. Not even a strange, knightly Yoshi from another world.

"A doppelganger from another dimension?" The queen's scepter clacked against the floor as she clicked her tongue. "We have heard of stranger news in Hoenn, certainly. In fact, I believe I can return you from whence you came, if you wish it. In return, I ask two simple things: that you return my daughter to me, and that you rid my city of the dragon that is causing such chaos in its wake. Is that not a fair bargain?

It sounded good, actually? Almost too good to be true.

"How do we know you can even do something like that?" Amber asked, skeptical, and the queen laughed, as if swatting away the concerns of a tiny gnat.

"Sir Yoshi," the monarch said, turning to yoshiro shioda. "Saddle my Glastrier and offer your finest armour for these two... visitors. And then show them where the Gyarados might be found, hm?"

A Glastrier?! Amber turned to Georgette Bluebottle, agape, a silent shriek of disbelief written plainly on her face: What the hell is even our life right now, Gigi?

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Georgette blinks slowly as Amber spits venomous words to her not-mother, the subtle widening of her eyes barely noticeable. Several signs she had only taken a light note of slotted into place: Amber's forceful personality; her shaky confidence which had grown under genuine praise. Yes, the woman before her certainly explains how and why Amber is unrepentantly Amber.
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Amber, it seems, has the wildly spiralling situation under control and a bargain is struck. They would return this woman's daughter, the princess, and they would rid Slateport of the Red Gyarados; in return, they would be sent home? And there, without prompting, was the Glastrier that Father Winter spoke of?
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Could it really be this easy?
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Words stuck in Georgette's throat, her gaze flitting around the throne room to take in the bewildering sights around her. With a prompt nod yoshiro shioda's doppleganger led the pair from down to the armoury, a cuirass of brilliant scarlet and gold gifted to Amber, while one of silver and ice is granted to Georgette. Her brow furrowing, she lightly strokes her fingers upon the engraved metal, the image of a rose in bloom and a Glastrier rearing decorating the piece. Before long, she finds herself suited up.
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A weight settled on her shoulders. Not ignorable, but manageable.
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"Would you mind," Yoshiro says all of a sudden, appearing antsy as she glances from Amber to Georgette, "if I spoke with the Princess - Amber - alone?"
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A quick glance to her companion is spared and Georgette gives a little nod, the breath Yoshiro seems to have been holding exhaled with audible relief. "Here," the knight mumbles, moving to open a nearby door to the outside. "The stables are just over there. We'll be there in a minute." Another look towards Amber and then Georgette is off, her eyes closing briefly as she steps into the light of day; her hand lifts to shield her eyes, a low noise of discomfort sounding at the back of her throat.
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Lost in her thoughts, she runs straight into some poor stable hand, their laugh filling the air as she's taken by the shoulders and steadied.
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"Look where you're going, Gigi," a comforting voice teases softly, causing the hair on the back of Georgette's neck to stand on end. "Hm. I thought you went out to the north pastures? Did something change?"
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"I am sorry," Georgette utters, her blue-green eyes wide as they focus on the person before her. "Leverett?"
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The name catches in her throat, strangled at the edges, while its owner in question smiles warmly. With a little laugh, their hand lifts, cupping Georgette's cheek in a tender manner as they ask, "Are you feeling well?" Was she? Was this a nightmare? Or the vestige of a dream?
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"Leverett," she whispers again, her eyes now impossibly wide with tears gathering at their corners, much to Leverett's growing bewilderment. How could she tell them they were dead? How could she explain her last vision of Leverett was in a hospital bed, wires like arteries and veins plugging them into machines as their young body wasted away. How could she describe their tombstone, Leverett's name scripted coldly, elegantly, while they lay beneath freshly churned dirt during the winter of her fifteenth year.
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What cruelty this dimension wrought.
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"Glastrier." Her voice betrayed her, though Leverett was the same as ever, steady and warm. A bemused smile touched their lips, but they merely nodded, their voice gentle when they reminded her, "I can get you the carrot, but you know she only comes for you." There is rummaging, Leverett's comforting presence gone for only just a moment - an eternity. A carrot is pressed into her hands, icy blue and cool to the touch.
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"I need to get back to work, I'll see you tonight." Before Georgette could answer she finds a kiss pressed to her cheek, and the first love of her life slips through her fingers again.

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If prosperity makes monsters,
I'll claw my way to glory.

Why did walking outside with this alternate yoshiro shioda make Amber so nervous? Her hand fiddled with the ornate cuirass that had been left in her hands, its weight a welcome distraction from the knight's piercing gaze.

"You are not my princess, are you?" The question came out softly as the knight removed her visor, more a statement than anything else. "You are... Different than her. Harder, in some ways."

Even though the woman speaking was not her Junya, the words stole the breath from Amber's lungs as she swallowed, attempting to find an answer. Was it strange to be jealous of another version of yourself? "I, uh. I don't know what the 'me' here is like," she said at last, feeling embarrassed to be something different than what this Yoshi wanted. "I get told I'm a lot to handle, honestly. I get it."

At the admission, a faint smile found itself on Yoshiro's lips. "You mistake me. The way you spoke to the queen is a way that I have imagined my Princess Amber doing, many times over, but never thought it more than idle dreams." Another silence fell, this one heavy with consideration. "My princess is... very alone. Queen Berry has taught her that she must rely on her in all matters, and this makes her meek and fearful. Even though underneath it all, I can sense she desires something more." A glance, surreptitious and wary, met Amber's. "She wants what you have, in your world. Freedom."

How impossibly hard winning that freedom had been. That year had exhausted her, in all senses of the word. If she hadn't met Athanasios Valentine and been dangled in front of him like a shiny toy, would he have offered to help her start the paperwork to emancipate from her mother? If she hadn't found unexpected allies in unexpected places, could she have truly escaped the horrors of being tied to such an awful, self-absorbed narcissist?

"It was hard for me, too," Amber said quietly. "To be honest, I made... a lot of mistakes. I still do, kind of? Freedom is hard, when you aren't used to it. You do, uh, a lot of dumb shit." She laughed, this time the embarrassment tinged with shame. "She's lucky, though. She still has you in this world. I didn't have that, back then."

The admission evoked a thousand different expressions on Yoshiro's face, impossible to read in their quick transition from one to the other. "I... What are we to one another, in your mirror world?"

Was that hope? Uncertainty? Fear? Amber couldn't tell, not here and not even through whatever wormhole that led to her own beloved Junya. A thousand answers came forward: her best friend, her bodyguard, her confidante, her sanctuary, her beloved.

But before all of them, the memory of their kiss on New Year's flashed through Amber's mind, a flush of heat returning with it, as she said at last, "Everything. We are everything to each other."

Whatever answer this Yoshiro had expected, it had not been this one.

The stoic figure's posture shifted, the open surprise in her gaze veering on astonishment. "Is that so?" she asked, disbelieving, almost dizzy with shock. Her next action towards Amber was equally unexpected by its recipient, as Yoshi's hand rested firmly on her shoulder, her words steady and resolute: "Then I am sorry, that I was not there for you, in that world. When the time came that you became free, at last. I am certain, without a doubt, that I wished to be there with you."

Fuck, Amber didn't mean to start crying.

The droplets kept falling one by one, like that of a child finally forgiven for some sin that had eaten them up inside with guilt. Utterly unsure how to react to this change between them, yoshiro shioda retracted her hand from Amber's shoulder, instead drawing forth a small handkerchief and handing it to the blonde to dry her tears. Stitched upon it was a series of berries and Eevees, the name 'Amber' embroidered in the corner. Amber sniffled, then looked quizzically at the pretty stitchwork, her curiosity overtaking her relief.

"It is, ah, a token of the princess's favour," Yoshi said evasively in answer to the question in Amber's eyes, the knight's line of sight turning towards the ground. At last, an uncertain admission came forth: "We... We are close here, as well, she and I. In truth, I know where she is. That is why I brought you out here."

A pause, hesitant and uncertain.

"The Gyarados is ours, you see. We raised it as one of the Magikarp in the pond outside. We thought... I thought... The power of a Gyarados might be enough to allow her to overcome her mother's reign, and challenge her rule."

"But like, it went out of control instead?" Shit.

"Yes," Yoshi agreed quietly. "Amber was too sweet and gentle with it. She could not get it to obey her, and so it began a rampage in the harbor. She forbid me from killing it, however. She said it was her fault that it was acting in such a manner, and she insisted on making matters right."

A gauntleted hand tightened into a fist. "I did not want her to go. She left anyway."

This time, Amber was the one who reached for Yoshi, placing her cuirass upon the ground as she took the knight's hand in her own. "I'll bring her back," she promised. Then Amber remembered what 'back' meant, and she frowned. "No, I... I promise she'll be safe. I won't let either dragon get her, the Gyarados or my mother."

Relief, gratitude, and confusion all reflected themselves in Yoshi's reply: "But you and your companion need to go home?"

"Oh yeah, uh." Amber bit her lip, then shrugged. "I'll figure something out." Probably. Hopefully.

By the time that Amber returned to Georgette Bluebottle, her mind was swimming with conflicting thoughts. Could she protect this princess-version of her, while also seeing through their mission as promised and returning home with their spoils? Or was that some childish fantasy?

So absorbed in her own thoughts, Amber didn't notice her companion's distraught state until their eyes met. "Oh, god, Gigi," Amber said, the words tumbling out before the blonde could think them through. "You look like hell."

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Georgette looks up sharply, her hand immediately lifting to wipe her wrist just under her eyes which overall does nothing to conceal the spilling tears. Wincing subtly beneath the observation, she forces a weak smile onto her lips as she assures Amber in a rough voice, "It is nothing, I am fine." Wiping her wrist onto her pants-leg, she takes a deep breath and shakes her head, assuring Amber once more, "It is nothing. Let me fetch the Glastrier and we can leave." Not giving Amber a chance to reply, Georgette slips away and down the stable's aisle, compelled by some innate drive.
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As she walks the temperature subtly drops, degree by degree, as she slips through the fence and into one of the pastures. Looking forlornly at the carrot in her hands, she moves down the hillock towards the stream which cuts through the field, its banks studded with willows. She pauses for a bare moment, glancing over her shoulder back towards where she left Amber, before continuing on.
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The whisper of water cascading over rocks fills the air, along with the gentle hum of dragonflies skimming over the water's surface. Georgette settles nearby, beneath a willow encircled by tangles of blue roses, and exhales audibly. Her tears yet falling, she wipes haphazardly beneath her eyes anew with her wrist, her brow furrowing. Lifting her hand to trail one finger down her cheek, she takes note of the now-frozen tears clinging to her skin; a look up reveals the cause, the white form of a Glastrier mare picking her way through the weeds at an unhurried pace.
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"Oh," Gigi whispers, her breath freezing on the air as the mare fully catches sight of her and trots over expectantly. Wordlessly offering her hand palm-up to the Glastrier, the pokemon snorts audibly. With a strange elegance despite her bulk, the Glastrier settles onto the ground beside Georgette and nuzzles at the woman's cheek, the frozen tears breaking away to spill carelessly onto the ground. That accomplished, the mare reaches out to swipe the icy carrot from Georgette's hand and nibble away contentedly until the Glastrier rests her head upon the woman's lap.
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Holding her breath, Georgette hesitantly reaches out to stroke the pokemon's frigid horn. "We need your help," she confides in a raw voice, doing her best to shove aside her thoughts of Leverett. They weren't hers anymore - they never had been. "To find the Red Gyarados." A deep sigh sounds from the mare in response, her head lifting before she stands. Giving a deep shake once her hooves are planted firmly onto the ground again, the Glastrier kneels and presses Georgette with a pointed look. She hesitates, swallowing the lump in her throat as she reins her emotions back, and stands carefully, the sound of frost crunching beneath her weight.
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"Thank you," murmurs Georgette. She swings her leg over the Glastrier's shoulder, her balance quickly found, and gives a little click of her tongue. Purposefully striding back towards the stables, Georgette calls once Amber is once more in sight, "Let us go." As the mare stills, Georgette reaches out her hand to Amber.
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"Glastrier will take us there."

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I'll claw my way to glory.

Well, shit. Amber knew what it looked like when someone did not want to talk about something, and for all her tactlessness, that was one thing she could respect on sight. God knows enough nosy reporters had taught her that just cuz someone asks you something, doesn't mean you have to answer.

So when Gigi mumbled something about everything being fine when it clearly wasn't fine and snuck off to the stables, Amber didn't follow her. She didn't ask questions. Instead, Amber silently resolved not to bother Gigi with what she'd secretly decided: that her job was now not just to return home, but to somehow protect the Princess Amber of this other dimension.

No reason to worry Georgette with that. She could handle this by herself. Probably.

The blonde anxiously fiddled with the prettily stitched handkerchief in her hands, wondering if she should return it to yoshiro shioda, before Georgette Bluebottle returned with the beautiful Glastrier in tow.

"Glastrier will take us there."

Man, Amber did not get the hype about Ice-type Pokemon. Riding this Glastrier was like straddling a freezer, and she really didn't want to think too hard about what that iceburn would be like without a saddle and a suit of armour between her and the icy steed. She would have prattled on about it aloud, except Georgette Bluebottle still seemed distant. Like her mind still wasn't really there, y'know? Total space cadet.

As her teeth chattered, Amber cleared her throat, attempting to steer an actually useful conversation. "So, like, the knight I talked to said the Gyarados was raised by her and Princess Amber. I guess if Princess Amber duels the queen and wins, she earns the right to start her rule? And they thought the Gyarados would make her strong enough."

Once Amber began prattling it was hard to shut her off.

"So she'll probably be where the dragon is, I'm guessing. What do we think our plan is there, exactly? Just, uh, go in guns a-blazing?"

They were getting a decent amount of attention as they left the castle and rode through not-Slateport, though this time it was the Glastrier that attracted nosy passersby, rather than the armoured women riding her.

The path to the harbour, though, was not so easy as it might have initially seemed. A large barrier had been erected between the docks and the main shopping district, patrolled by a series of guards. "By decree of the queen, you cannot pass," the captain of the guards said, "at least not until the Bloody Gyarados is vanquished."

"A girl's in there! I heard her scream!" one of the villagers was shouting, face purpled with annoyance. "Why are you all focused on not letting us in, instead of getting her out?!"

A girl? Oh, shit. Princess Amber?

"Hey!" Amber shouted, her voice booming weirdly from within her metallic helm. "We're here with orders from Queen Berry herself, or whatever. We're here to vanquish the dragon. Let us in."

"I don't recognize you," he retorted, expression wary. "Which squadron are you under?"

"You don't recognize us? We're on the fucking royal Glastrier!" Amber exclaimed, all attempt at manners exasperated. "Whatever, okay. We're with Sir yoshiro shioda, got it?"

"I am afraid I do not recognize that name. My men and I will need to take you into custody, however, for stealing the queen's prized steed." He motioned to the other guards present, and the villagers began to scatter with shouts and yelps as the armoured men advanced towards the legendary Pokemon.

Oh. Oh, fuck. Now it was all making sense.

"Gigi, these aren't royal guards," she whispered hoarsely, the clues finally being pieced together. "I think these are more fucking bandits."

And these bandits weren't just after the Glastrier. They were probably after the Red Gyarados, and probably Princess Amber, too.

Shit.

(tagged)⏤ Georgette Bluebottle
(notes)⏤ hark, a damsel!

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