Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
Transparent [M, EE]
POSTED ON Jun 1, 2022 5:43:38 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] Être Fleur Bleue [break][break] [break] It could be a slip of the tongue, perhaps, but Elisabeth caught the implications of the double-sided compliment all the same. Rather than finding herself offended at this unintentional dismissal of her abilities, a strange relief blossomed within her instead. A florist's expertise had its limits in the realm of science; a pretty face, like a pretty flower, only had so many worthwhile uses; the parts of her that Elisabeth wished to conceal, seemingly, remained concealed and unconsidered by FERNANDO SILPH. And despite all the reasons it shouldn't, this perceived knowledge relaxed her guard. The tension that held her since their encounter began now visibly released its hold, her tongue loosened by a false sense of security. "Are you familiar with floral anatomy?" Elisabeth began, before mentally answering herself: Why would he know something like that? A councilman and chairman of one of the largest corporations in Hoenn had better things to fill his mind with than how plants reproduced. A finger traced the outline of the crystal budding at the heart of the flower as she continued, "The crystalline pistil and stigma of the crystablooms fascinate me. In layman's terms, they serve as the... feminine reproductive part of the flower, so to speak. It's where pollination occurs."Flipping back to another page for comparison, this one of the Gracidea that had been their topic of conversation not long ago, Elisabeth said excitedly as she flipped back to the crystabloom, "But isn't it curious how this key part of the flower -- the part that you would think would be the most organic and plant-like due to its inherent purpose -- is in fact more mineral than botanic?"There was a distinct animation in her voice that was absent from their conversations at the flower shop, and one that rang with more open sincerity than her voice on the phone. He had found her here in the throes of private study, not prepared behind a barricade of pleasant niceties or armed for an enjoyable sparring of wit and flirtation by phone. This part of Elisabeth was an echo of the scientist she had almost become, before life had turned her into something else entirely. "It makes me think that their method of spreading across the region is based on something different than the standard," she concluded. "An environmental phenomena, perhaps, rather than the typical methods of windborne seeds or some cross-pollination of existing species. Coincidentally timed, as you say. And it would explain why they are so far-reaching."The first flower like this she had seen had in fact been in the wake of one of the early dimensional rifts. An early bloomer, perhaps? Only now, as she paused to take a breath, did it occur to her that she had rambled at length about floral reproduction to one of the most powerful men in Hoenn. Although, he had asked her opinion. [break] [break] [break] ✿[newclass=".elisafont b"]color: #7bb661;[/newclass]
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