Cultural Festival!

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Aurelie Lefevre

Cultural Festival!

POSTED ON Jun 13, 2022 16:30:41 GMT

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[attr="class","monbody"]By the time Aurelie made it to the main plaza, carefully stepping where the ground was solid and stable, the Kindlers' dance was already well underway. The red-haired smith knew very little about the Kindlers or their place in Hoenn culture and history, but she was always excited to see artistry wrought with fire or with Fire-type Pokemon. She did wonder, though, why the fire performance was being held in broad daylight, rather than at twilight or past nightfall, when the glow of the flames would be even more dazzling amidst the deepening darkness. Here, under the blazing SUNNY DAY-enhanced sunlight, even a huge bonfire would look pallid in comparison.

But here they were, nevertheless. I guess mine is not to reason why, mine is just to... She chuckled mentally, searching for something appropriate to rhyme with "do and die" to complete the already mangled quotation. Watch and sigh, maybe? Sure, let's go with that.

Craning her head to see over the crowd, Aurelie watched the performance with a happy sigh. The seven Kindlers danced together with graceful choreography, their brilliant red and orange costumes fluttering with every swaying, undulating movement exactly like licks of flame themselves. Each dancer carried a lit torch or other flaming accessory, which they would toss high into the air to each other or above their own heads, or which they would swing and weave about to create a variety of flowing, geometric patterns, from fiery circles and figure-eights to elaborate flowers and outlines of popular Pokemon, that glimmered in the air in shining golden streaks of light. Their own Pokemon lit up the stage with flickering flames and plumes of smoke, adding to the drama of the dance.

It was indeed wonderful to watch. Aurelie clapped and cheered, letting out a whoop of delight as the Kindlers continued their dance. The people around her seemed equally appreciative, applauding and shouting approval particularly when a dancer executed a showy or complicated-looking move. Hoping for a closer view of the spectacular dance, she maneuvered carefully through the crowd, trying to find a better vantage point.

Her shoulder bumped sharply into someone else's, and she turned to apologize. She was slightly surprised to find she actually somewhat recognized the person she'd jostled: Cillian Quinn, though at the moment she only thought of him as the man she'd seen earlier drinking lemonade at the Fiorelli Floristry stall with the elegant florist. He too appeared to have been threading through the crowd to watch the dance.

"Oh, sorry about that," she exclaimed apologetically. "I should be more careful where I'm going. The heat and festivities are certainly making me more muddled than usual."

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ROUND 2 PROMPTS
~~1) Watch the Kindlers dance~~
~~2) Mention or visit a stall, brand, or product made by another character~~
~~3) Notice how it's starting to smell like ozone and the ground is glitching~~

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Cillian Quinn

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POSTED ON Jun 16, 2022 22:21:32 GMT

With his attention on the Kindlers and their dance, Gavin isn't paying much attention to those around him. There is a small degree of awareness as to how close they're standing, for certain anxieties never fade, so he registers too close a moment before someone's shoulder collides rather sharply with his own.

He grits his teeth, as if holding back a fierce retort, then takes a deep breath. His nose twitches. Why does it smell like a thunderstorm? Like ozone. And when he turns his head, he has to blink a few times — what was happening to the ground? The sight makes his skin crawl, eerily reminiscent of the Sootopolis incident when the city had flipped upside down and split apart.

The apology of whoever had jostled him draws his attention away from the phenomenon, and there's recognition in the arch of his brow. She was the one who'd stepped up to Elisabeth's stall, but also...

"Understandable, considering." His nose has wrinkled now, against the smell. "I believe we work together, but I've never caught your name."

A subtle question in his eyes. Rocket?

ROUND 2 PROMPTS
1) Watch the Kindler's Dance
~~2) Mention or Visit a stall, brand, or product made by another character~~
~~3) Notice how it's starting to smell like ozone and the ground is g̵lit͘c͞hing̸~~
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Aurelie Lefevre

Cultural Festival!

POSTED ON Jun 19, 2022 0:02:33 GMT

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[attr="class","monbody"]The look of recognition on Cillian Quinn 's face and the response he made to Aurelie's apology puzzled the red-haired smith to no end. What in Arceus' name does he mean? she wondered, mystified by his words. Work together? How that could be, considering that Aurelie most certainly ran the Iron Lady Forge on her own? Did the man have her confused with someone else?

"I think you may be mistaken," she answered hesitantly, a faint line appearing between her brows, "as I don't believe we've ever worked together..."

Aurelie's voice trailed off as she fixed her single eye upon his face, this time registering not just the wrinkle of his nose but also the arch of his brow and the penetrating, questioning look in his eyes, lending a suggestion of deeper significance to his simple statement. Perhaps he meant more than just working together in their civilian personas, pursuing their innocuous everyday careers. And what sort of work was the kind that could only be hinted at in public, that demanded secrecy and clandestine camaraderie?

Rocket. Her heart leapt. That had to be it.

A slow smile curved Aurelie's lips as she continued, trying to sound casual and nonchalant, as if simply finishing her thought, "…Though I suppose it could be that we do both serve the same cause. My name's Aurelie Lefevre. A pleasure to meet you, Mister…?"

She tilted her head curiously, but left it up to the man to introduce himself in kind—or not. Inching away so that both of them had a little more room to maneuver within the milling crowd of onlookers, the red-haired woman turned her head toward the stage to watch the Kindlers dance. She caught her breath as the Kindlers executed a stunning sequence of tosses and exchanges, the torches flying end over end through the air before being seized out of the air and whirled about for another throw.

"Enjoying the festival so far?" she asked the man offhandedly.

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Cillian Quinn

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POSTED ON Jun 19, 2022 13:27:03 GMT

A subtle incline of his head and a gleam of amusement in his grey-eyed gaze. Very good.

"We do," he affirms. A careful glance is cast around to ensure no one else is close enough to hear before he says, softly, "Gavin Merlino, though on this occasion you should call me Finn." Thomas Finnegan was his current civilian alias. He includes his surname, Merlino, in the off chance she might know the name of Rocket's underboss and infamous wanted terrorist.

His attention returns to the KINDLER'S DANCE as Aurelie Lefevre asks about the festival.

"My partner organized this, so I appreciate the effort that's gone into it." Tempest Quinn had been the one to announce the Kindlers. "But it's a bit too hot for my liking. I'd much rather return to Sootopolis' shade."

A fresh wave of heat buffets them as the Kindlers' dance continues.

He looks back to Aurelie. "And yourself?"

ROUND 2 PROMPTS
~~1) Watch the Kindler's Dance~~
~~2) Mention or Visit a stall, brand, or product made by another character~~
~~3) Notice how it's starting to smell like ozone and the ground is g̵lit͘c͞hing̸~~
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POSTED ON Jun 20, 2022 0:16:11 GMT

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FINAL ROUND OF THE EVENT

HELLO EVERYONE, thank you for participating in Yams' event, the Cultural Festival. Unfortunately, the event will not be able to complete. However, feel free to continue posting to receive the ROUND TWO PROMPT REWARD of a 1X FREE APPLICABLE FIRE-TYPE MOVE.

As it appears that Aurelie Lefevre and Cillian Quinn are currently the only players continuing to post, once you two feel like your characters' interaction has reached a suitable end, post in MODERATOR REQUESTS for the thread's archival.

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Aurelie Lefevre

Cultural Festival!

POSTED ON Jun 21, 2022 17:52:02 GMT

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[attr="class","monbody"]Aurelie's single visible eye widened in astonishment when Cillian Quinn introduced himself, for she did indeed recognize the name of the notorious Rocket underboss and avatar of a legendary Pokemon, even if she hadn't managed to pierce through his disguise to identify his face. She felt for a moment as though she'd suddenly swallowed ice—which, given the oppressive heat of the day, wasn't actually the most unwelcome sensation in the world. Never would she have dreamed she would run into someone so high up in Rocket's hierarchy in her everyday life, let alone casually chat with them about the weather and the festival.

What surprised her the most was just how normal he sounded. Aurelie had pictured such an important man striding forth like a towering colossus, surrounded by an army of bodyguards and assassins, shrouded within a penumbra wrought of pure shadow, simply needing to point a finger for Rocket members to descend like locusts upon a target and annihilate it. Now that she'd met him, she wasn't sure if this tall, courteous, composed man, who immediately saw her for who she was, was any less fearsome than the mental picture she'd conjured up beforehand.

She took a deep breath, reminding herself to act calm and natural. "I'm enjoying the festival very much, thank you," she answered candidly, a soft smile breaking across her face, "and I'll be sad when it's over. It's so rare to have a chance to relax, enjoy yourself, and learn something new all at the same time. Your partner did a lovely job putting all of this together."

Wiping sweat from her brow, she couldn't help adding, "This heat is too much, though, I agree. It's good to meet you, Finn, and I certainly hope we'll run into each other again sometime—but hopefully somewhere cooler and more comfortable than this."

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Cillian Quinn

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POSTED ON Jun 25, 2022 3:06:13 GMT

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No stranger to the sort of awe and or fear that came with his reputation, Gavin notes the widening of Aurelie's eyes and the deep intake of breath but offers no response to either. He is, however, oblivious to her internal struggle to rectify a more fantastical image with his reality.

"You should tell him as much, if you see him," Gavin encourages. "He can be far too humble."

A rare, fond smile threatens the corners of his mouth before the underboss' expression lapses back to its regular stoicism.

"A pleasure to meet you, as well," he returns. "I'm sure you know where I might be found."

There's a playful glimmer in his gaze before he dips his head in a final farewell and turns away to head for the museum. Hopefully if he retreated inside, he could better deal with this damned heat.

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