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it's not a lie, technically; rhian's still visiting great aunt mona— she's just prolonging the time she has until she actually goes to her apartment. what better way to kill time than in one of the residential area's very own indoor gardens?

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metal doors close behind her and she's greeted by the unnatural sight of a garden encaged within a set of glass walls.

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as the girl begins her aimless walk around the foliage, the soothing orange light of the sun setting is reflected on the glasses. after a few minutes, it's completely gone, replaced instead by the artificial light of street lamps.

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She has sought out an old friend of the family, bringing her to the Mauville hills complex though she had never bothered to look into it before. It did not take much to get in and she is eager to enjoy the experience while she has the chance to. The garden was a natural direction for her to go in. She couldn't help it.

The woman sat on a bench towards the entrance, still as a statue in her long dress and shawl hanging about her shoulders. She enjoyed such places and couldn't keep herself from taking the break. It was the perfect place for her mind to wonder to things she tried not to think about, her ever present to-do list in her head, the circumstances she had found herself in. Her head was tilted up towards the lights as she was stuck in her own mind.

I took a few minutes for her to respond to the presence of the other person who had entered the garden. Her eyes moving to them first, her head tilting back down afterwards. She was aware of the almost eery ambiance her stillness gave her movements but it did not deter her. "Good evening." she greeted them once they were within ear shot, smiling.

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when rhian thinks

of relaxing walks in green areas, she's not exactly thinking of scary encounters with pretty (but still scary) ladies. the greeting comes from a young woman sitting so still on her bench that rhian actually jumps back from the shock with a mortifying "eek!"

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it's her own fault, really. for having her mind so high up in the clouds, for not paying closer attention to her surroundings. once she gets a good look at the stranger, a rosy bloom bursts across her face. "i'm so sorry! i didn't see you there, you just scared me so much— i mean. no, i didn't mean to imply you were scary."

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"i mean, good evening," she corrects herself with a little bow, or really more of a nod, in an attempt to sound more like a normal person.

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rhian lets out a deep breath of air she knows she's been containing since she first got to the city. she's awfully aware of the terrible first impression she's given, so she does her best to make amends by putting on the airs of a person more decent to talk to.

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Isra finds herself laughing gently, grinning from ear to ear at the response she had gotten. It's not the first time such a thing has happened but it has been a very long time since the last time it did. She waved off the nervous response she received.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind. It had been quite nice to sit in the garden." her tone is gentle and quiet, as if she were breaking an unseen silence as gently as possible.

She doesn't move from the bench but a hand drifts to the spot beside her as if to offer it should the young lady want it. She does not mind the company. If anything it might be better for her to have it. Being left alone too long makes it easy for on the get lost in their own mind.

"What brings you here? If I may." she makes small talk, easy enough to do with a jittery stranger. She knows the type they are often eager to let conversation move forward and leave their awkwardness behind. Isra is a willing guide.

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oh...

for a moment, the green-haired woman's wording makes rhian feel like she's intruding on something beyond her comprehension. something ethereal, perhaps, because if there's anyone rhian could apply that word to, it would be to her: elegant in her poise and subtle in her movements.

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though initially her plan was to roam the garden and burn out her nerves, the invitation is not lost on her. rhian is happy to take the seat. she beams, the remnant feeling of mortification slowly fading as they leave the poor circumstances of their meeting behind.

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"i'm visiting a relative," she answers simply. there's really not much else to it. rhian does put special emphasis on the word relative, though. ever since she was separated from her father three years ago, no one else could be her family.

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"and you, miss? do you live here? mauville hills really has the perfect place to take walks in on a daily basis."

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a splash and the sound of a chiming bell can be heard nearby. the sound of pokémon playing? rhian knows she saw a little fountain when she first scanned the garden. two lights seemed to glow from within, suggesting the presence of a chinchou. whether this was the same chinchou or a different pokémon altogether, only time would tell.

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the audino is the first to pass by them. it stops to stare at them, curious. rather, rhian is certain it's looking not at them as a group but at the pretty lady. can't blame it. shortly after, an azumarill follows, splashing water on ground, grass, and shrubbery alike on its path.

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it looks like the audino is in trouble.

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"wait right there!" rhian wraps her arms around the blue balloon-shaped pokémon, holding it down while successfully drenching one half of her clothes in the process. "you're not bothering the poor audino, are you?"

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Isra blinks, tilts her head to the side and watches what transpires. The young woman seems to have no hesitation in getting involved in a squabble amongst pokemon that likely called the little garden their home. She herself doesn't make a move, she doesn't have to when the shadow of the foliage behind her is already shifting and stretching out a phantom hand. It sneaks along the ground, reaching ominously for the feet of the azumarill before is reels back and pokes it on the nose. The phantom hand gives a cartoonish waggle of its finger as if to tell the pokemon "no no! you behave!" and Isra laughs.

Her Banette has chosen to play along, stepping out from his hiding place in the shadows of the hedge. His grin large an eery as is to be expected of his type. His shadow moves to reach for the Audino, tickling its sides to make it jump and giggle. "Now now." 'Baaaaaaay' he seems almost disappointed in her when he reels his shadow back to himself. "We're simply visiting someone in the area." she says, finally answering the young woman's question. She doesn't worry about the pokemon themselves, she assumes them more docile than normal because of the human exposure likely caused in the garden. It gives them reason to behave.

Isra stands, the click of her heels carrying her over to the pokemon. She kneels closer to their level and offers both a treat, hoping that it might calm their nerves and allow the young girl to relinquish their hold on the water type. Her banette leans onto the bench behind them now, watching with crossed eyes as if he were confused by what he saw (he's not, he's simply living up to his name, the Imp of a pokemon that he is).

The audino seems enthralled, and she is more than eager to offer it a pokeball of its very one once it finishes its treat. She leaves it on the ground at its feet for it to choose to stay or go.

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if the ghostly arm

doesn't scare the pokémon, it sure scares rhian. her hold on the azumarill falters for a moment, and she's lucky the banette goes for it first or she's certain it would've wrenched itself out of her arms and gone for the audino again.

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to rhian's surprise, their positions have switched somehow. it's now the azumarill holding tightly on to her. perhaps... a little too tightly. her hands reach up to pet the water pokémon softly. "it's okay now," she soothes.

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the azumarill is still a bit wary, but the treat is too tempting a gift not to accept. while the pokémon happily eat their treats, rhian lets herself relax again. "you're a lifesaver," she thanks the woman.

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a thought occurs to her. they never did introduce themselves, did they? "oh! i'm rhian by the way. i'd offer a hand to shake, but as you can see i'm kind of soaked." she smiles, not really bothered by it—at least, not for herself. "pleasure to meet you."

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she's watching the woman offer a home to the audino, now calm and with a satisfied belly, when a tug at her skirt calls for her attention.

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the azumarill looks at her with its big shining eyes. "you'll be lonely without your friend?" rhian makes an effort to hum loudly, to give the impression that she's thinking it very thoroughly. "i suppose you could come with us, but only if you promise to behave. that was no way to treat a friend, you know."

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she offers the pokémon a pokéball of its own before turning back to their company.

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"your banette is surprisingly well-behaved," rhian comments, a quick glance going its way. "oh... um, is it okay?" she gestures at the banette's face. she's not sure if crossed eyes are a healthy sign, but then again she's no expert on ghosts.

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The woman offers her hand to shake regardless, it's only polite and she's not one to skimp on her manners. At least not in public. "Isra, a pleasure to meet you despite the circumstances." she gives her a charming grin to go with the quip about the young girl's circumstance with the azumarill. Though it's to be expected with such a spunky pokemon isn't it?

Isra is pleased to see both of the pokemon accept the pokeballs they are offered and returns her newly filled one to her pocket to be addressed later. "You handle pokemon well, not everyone has patience with them when they should." she states, an observation on the young woman's interaction with the Azumarill and she wouldn't be surprised if the next time she sees it the pokemon is in a better mood in a better home. "If these two are friends then I suppose we'll have to meet again one of these days so they can see each other again." she winks.

Her banette taps her shoulder with his shadowy appendage as if the lack of attention displeases him, eyes uncrossing as they're pointed out by the would-be stranger. "He's fine, it's very typical of him. He's a bit of a prankster but he's been with me most my life. He's learned to behave well enough." she gives the ghost a knowing look as he chuckles at her and retracts his shadow back to himself.

"His name is Imp, if that's any indication of his usual demeanor." The banette strikes a pose at the sound of his name, he knows she's talking about him with nothing short of absolute adoration.

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the woman

offers her hand nevertheless, and rhian catches herself in a dilemma. she obviously can't refuse it, but the fact her hands are still wet make for a troubling detail. she at least tries to shake some of the water off to the side before presenting it to isra, all the while wishing her hands could just magically dry themselves.

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the blush that follows isra's quip is light but very noticeable, if only because rhian takes it in silent embarrassment.

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there's no way to prepare her for the words of praise. rhian smiles, the blush still there but turning into a proud grin. "you think so?" she asks, surprised but clearly pleased at the compliment.

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"that'd be great! i'm sure they will be very happy to see each other again. i promise to do my best to ensure the azumarill is in its best behavior, too!"

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rhian is beaming and it's not only because she's thinking of the happiness of their two newly caught pokémon. if isra is willing to see her again, it means she really was forgiven for the unfortunate way their first meeting started.

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inevitably, the girl starts trying too hard to please. "i'm currently living in lilycove because of my job, which isn't too far from here. i'd be happy to come down whenever you have the time; or wherever you want to meet, really."

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the banette is quite an interesting pokémon. rhian may not do to well with a typing as spoopy as ghost, but as a scientist (in training, don't forget), she can't help but be intrigued by the way it uses shadows as a third appendage. she doesn't think science has been able to explain that one yet. either that, or she hasn't gotten around to them in her lessons.

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"hey there, imp." she waves at it—him, she learns—from a safe distance. his consequent posing has her giggling. "he's so lively. i'm sure he's great at cheering you up when you're down."

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again she's back with phrases that could be wrongly interpreted, except this time she doesn't rectify herself. she doesn't realize it. after all, everyone has their shares of ups and downs.

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The woman chuckles again a weird little muse in her mind telling her that fate may have a hand here in their encounter. Isra does not actually believe in fate but it is an idea that has been fed to her for years and she will let herself roll with it as much as she will resist it. Sometimes it is better to let it be fate than to try and describe something that simply is what it is. That whimsical childish concept is something she has managed to retain from her stolen youth, be that for the better or worse.

"Perhaps Fate played a hand here then, because I live in Lilycove for work as well." it was true enough, it made her commute to the mundane job she maintained reasonable rather than a disaster waiting to happen. Amongst other things, it was the path of least resistance to live there. "We're bound to cross paths again and when we do we'll see how they fair with each other again. Sound like a deal?" her grin is genuine, something tells her she will not mind seeing this young woman again.

Isra looks back at the ghost as she stands, dusting off the skirt of her dress. "You're not wrong, he lives up to his name and once you're used to it, his antics can be quite amusing." even as a shuppet the pokemon had always carried with him more personality than she could manage some days. It was only because he cared for her as much as he did that she had gotten him to behave so well.

She turns and reaches out a hand again to help the young woman up, she sees no reason for them to stay on the ground like this when there's still a perfectly good bench nearby now that they have acquired the pokemon that stumbled upon them. Her banette makes a show of dusting off the bench, as if he were getting it ready for their return.

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fate. that

was a rather poetic way to put this situation. pearly eyes sparkle at the idea.

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with slateport lost to team rocket, lilycove was the largest remaining hub left in the region for the legal workers. it shouldn't have come as that big of a surprise for the two to coincide in the city they lived and worked in, but still rhian likes the idea of calling it fate. it douses their encounter with a touch of magic she's very willing to believe in.

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"deal," she nods.

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isra is the first to stand, and the hand she extends leaves rhian feeling a little embarrassed at the poor manners she'd been showing so far. "thank you," she says, meekly taking her hand. "and thank you, too, imp." rhian smiles at both of them as she settles back onto the bench.

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"you know," she starts, idly dangling her feet where she sat, "i have to admit i don't do too well with ghost pokémon. they scare me so much! there was this one time, when i was younger, my cousin had me go to a haunted mansion to catch him one... i thought i was gonna die throughout the entire ordeal!"

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rhian's tale is told with so much emotion, it seems to bleeds through each word. if she closed her eyes, she could almost relive the moment.

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"you can imagine how i felt when i was issued an order to inspect another haunted mansion for the league, more recently." at this memory, she laughs. it's not painful like the first. "have you ever felt so mindlessly scared you wished you could just run away from it all, isra?"

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her gaze lands on the banette, and suddenly she's reminded of why she had even started talking about this. "it's why it surprised me to see imp behave so nicely in turn."

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Isra can tell by the look in her eyes that she's struck the right chord with her comment and in a way it sparks her own childlike sense of wonder. She often hides it, pushing it far below the surface until she is alone and no one can see something so unbecoming of her. In many ways it makes the world feel suffocating. Like it's constantly strangling a part of her she desperately wants set free.

”Good.”

They shared a mutual look at the idea as they returned to the bench. ”You’re welcome dear.” she says little else as she sits and listens to the story Rhian wishes to tell. Isra can understand why she was so scared and sees the question coming but some things never change, she doesn't have an answer.

”I can't say I have to be honest. I can understand why you were scared though, something like that can be if you've never really faced it before. I hope you fared better the second time though.” her smile is warm as she continued.

”Imp has been with me since he was a shuppet and I was a child.” she glances over at him and he grins at her, bright eery and wide. ”I'm a special circumstance.”

She watches her Banette as he skips around the bench, circling them over and over. She smiles and thinks that as long as she doesn't say too much it'll be okay, it won't cause any problems. ”I didn't have a lot of the same freedoms other kids had growing up, I spent much of my life in a single wing of my family estate. I was… ill much of my young life.”

She turns her attention back to the young woman. ”i grew up there, he found his way to me which is why he's been with me so long.” she looks at him, still skipping, quite fondly. ”I didn't have a chance to be afraid because I was too busy wanting to get out, to be free. Sometimes I'm true reckless because I never learned to be afraid.”

It was the truth, more or less. She was always a headstrong kid and having grown up surriunded by walls instead of open air left her feeling like the world was always crashing in in her. She needed the freedom and had gone to great lengths to get it.

Sadly, she could understand the feeling of fear but she couldn't sympathize. Even if she had ever felt so scared she didn't respond the same she responded fire and fury.

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