Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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A moment of silence followed Elizabeth's response. Gwyar and Gawain both had tilted their heads at her reply.

Gwyar's eyes notably drifted to the little mess her coughing fit had made, then to the woman's face, and then considered her contrastingly casual response.

"Is that so?" The man said as a small smile tugged at his lips. "Then perhaps you could introduce us. I've suggestions regarding the city that I would just love to pass on to him."

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Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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"Ah, across Crime Alley, if I recall? I should've guessed!" He answered with a hum, accepting her words without thinking twice. "A potted plant might not be enough, I'm afraid... the guard dogs and I did not quite see eye to eye last I patrolled the area. I sensed some slight hostility... they might not like the police."

Besides them, Gawain squinted at the two, understanding their words, but completely missing the very human context behind them. Where there drugs in the coffee? The Gallade turned a glare over to the waiter.

"But my, that's quite the client you've got, Miss Fiorelli. Are FERNANDO SILPH and the Commissioner among your clientele as well?" He asked wryly, leaning his cheek against his palm.

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Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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"Would you believe me if I said the interest was entirely my own?" The man offered as he brought his drink to his lips, smiling. "But yes, I'm well aware. I just realized, but your Family wasn't the only reason your last name seemed so familiar. That promotion that made the rounds in early spring- that was your shop, wasn't it? I myself partook in it... My, you're quite the businesswoman."

It had been a sad display. Sending flowers to his Ex was just foolish and in poor taste, even if they were on good terms. No, precisely because they were still on good terms, it was best to maintain a polite distance from Eva Morales.

Meanwhile, Gawain was fully turned towards the bartender and waiter now, unnerving the two with his blank, unblinking stare.

"I was taught from a young age, that if I had nothing good to say, I should just remain silent." The man replied bluntly, though his charming smile remained in place. "So all I'll say... I continue to be 'impressed' by the Hoenn's public tolerance."

Tolerance to foreigners, tolerance to being invaded, to being pillaged and murdered and butchered like swines on their own streets.

Oh yes, the people of Hoenn were very tolerant.


His brow furrowed as he set down his cup.

"You're correct about one thing, Miss Elisabeth. I do not much care for the taste of each and every hoennian." The man said, finishing his cup of coffee before setting it down. "Pink Larkspurs alone should be enough for most."

As a noble, it was comical. As a Galarian, it was asinine. As Gwyar Wledig, it was about what he expected from a country that had forgotten the crimes perpetrated upon its people in a mere 2 years.

Had it been Galar, hot, fiery vengeance would've been rained down upon Rocket's Kanto in immediate retaliation. The atrocities committed upon Galar's people would've been burnt into the history books in indelible ink, that future generations would never forget that Galar's did not just deliver vengeance- it delivered justice.

But- that was just Galar.

"But what of you?" He asked after a moment of brief silence, his green eyes zeroing on her. "As a man of the law, I am made to witness the very worst this nation has to offer... on both sides, every day. What do the people of Hoenn look like to a Florist living a peaceful life?"

He paused, before snorting and giving her a smirk.

"Well... as peaceful as you allow it to be, at any rate." No, really, what the hell was this woman doing in the Cloud? Now that he had spoken to her, he could not for the life of him figure out why she would ever go there.

Just didn't seem... in character.

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Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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Gwyar couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped him.

She could be surprisingly ominous for such a demure-looking lady.

"I'm not sure there's many who would be able to appreciate the symbolism in such an ugly bouquet." The man said, his muscular shoulders quaking with mirth. "Perhaps a mean spirited letter would do better at that point, skip the flowers entirely?"

If they were just going to insult the recipient...

Still chuckling to himself, Gwyar leaned his head onto his fists and keenly stared as the young lady spoke. And spoke... And seemed inspired, almost nervously so, to speak some more yet, the longer he looked her in the eye... expectantly.

A lot of beautiful words flowed out of the Elisabeth's lips. Like free-style poetry, the woman spoke of what was, in essence....

"I see... the life of a florist sounds kindly and giving, self-sacrificing, even." He said, humming. "You seen and helped the people of Hoenn through much, haven't you?"

A brief moment of silence followed as the man accepted the woman's words and casually gestured for another cappuccino at the waiter... before staring at her.

"And given all that you've seen..." He said suddenly, blunt as a hammer on a nail as he very clearly smiled and tilted a brow her way, cheeky and amused in equal measure. "What do you think?"

Cause you know... she hadn't actually answered his question and all.

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Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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"Ah! Is that right? Perhaps I missed your words; or misunderstood?" He said as he scratched at his chin thoughtfully, chuckling. "Yes, misunderstood is right. And here I thought you had implied the people of Hoenn to be cowardly and ugly."

He shook his head.

"How very rude of me; such a thing doesn't fit you at all." He said, leaning his chin atop his palm and gazing out the window again as she laughed breezily, an easy smile on his lips.

"Difficult and thorny, eh? My apologies, I did not realize I was being such a nuisance." He said with a chuckle, seemingly mistaking her jab at the police for a jab at himself. "But I must nonetheless disagree with you, Elisabeth. You saved my life at the cloud; you might say anyone else would've done it- but no one else did."

Not a leaguer, not a rocket, and no other civilian. In a terminal were everyone stood, his bleeding near corpse had been ignored by all but her.

"Inherent or not- to me, it was an act of kindness." He said, before smiling softly. "So even if it was naught but a whim... thank you. I am in your debt."

And whatever anyone could say about him- he always paid back what he owed.

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Mourning Glory

Hello again, Elisabeth Fiorelli.

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At times unreadable, at others, an unwittingly open book, Elisabeth, to him was an obvious case of a woman with something to hide, yet, paradoxically, seemingly keen on leaving trails of breadcrumbs for him to piece the narrative together all by himself, should he choose to think for even a moment.

Was it all part of her game? Was she ensnaring him by prickling at his curiosity? She needn't go that far; he was already interested.

"'Goodness' is subjective." The man said simply, referencing her words earlier with an unshaken smile as he brought his drink to his lips, drinking slowly. "Regardless of your true character, you saved my life. It might've costed you nothing to do so, but that is hardly a good reason for me to simply dismiss it, no?"

No amount of good intentions or platitudes were as powerful as being saved by someone who knew nothing about you nor owed you anything.

The man smirked.

"Just think of it as a favor I owe you; nothing more." He said. "Who knows? Perhaps it'll come in handy someday."

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