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Sienna Bell

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POSTED ON Sept 21, 2022 20:50:37 GMT

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Backlit only by an ember flaring from a nearby Salazzle’s nostrils, Sienna stood before an easel in the darkened galerie mirage. The gloom did little to deter her work as she dabbed a final dot of cherry red paint onto a large canvas.[break][break]

“There.” She stepped back from her work and stared. Her eyes roved the still-wet surface of her stolen masterpiece in search of imperfections, shifts in paint, marks of infidelity. Nothing. It was perfect, as always, but unoriginal. Somehow, stolen work always seemed to go for more than the originals. Why develop a personal style when the old masters’ techniques will do better; fetch more pokedollars?[break][break]

A bright, tinny noise clattered behind her. Sienna whipped around, only to find the culprit was her salazzle, the very guard meant to keep everything hush. Her deep, dangerous eyes narrowed.[break][break]

“Maya,” she warned beneath a hush. “Need I remind you that we’re not supposed to be here?”[break][break]

Maya’s dark, serpentine visage coiled into reprimand. Sienna held up her hand, as if deterring a small child. “Don’t backtalk me,” she hissed. “Or you’ll get both of us into trouble.”[break][break]

That silenced Maya’s swelling need for terror, but it was a temporary solution. Sienna’s expression darkened as she struck her palms out for a large cheesecloth to throw across her counterfeit. It was best to let the masterpiece dry in deep, dark solitude.

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Sera

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Laverre City, Kalos

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Seraphine D’aureville

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POSTED ON Sept 23, 2022 2:07:03 GMT

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Seraphine was up late finishing a painting in her private studio when she suddenly heard a faint clattering sound coming from the gallery below. She paused, setting down her paintbrush, and turning to look at the cracked door of her studio. She cocked her head, listening intently...were those voices? As far as she knew, @bishop and Sienna Bell had returned home for the evening...so who could be down in the gallery at this hour?[break][break]
"Rouge," She hissed. The Smeargle had dozed off on her studio couch - at the sound of her voice, he snapped awake, blinking furiously. "I think someone's in the main gallery," She murmured. "We need to check."[break][break]
He nodded, understanding. He would go first, in case it was a thief - he'd be able to incapacitate them so that Seraphine could call the authorities. The two of them crept through the studio door and descended the spiral staircase as quietly as they could manage. It helped that Seraphine was no longer wearing her usual high heels, but rather, the comfortable designer slippers she often wore to paint. She had changed into an over-sized sweater and leggings, as well, which did not swish nearly as much as her daytime dresses usually did.[break][break]
The gallery was completely dark, save for faint moonlight streaming through the tall, elegant windows. In the smaller off-shoot gallery to the right of the main room - where Rouge's work was often featured - Seraphine noticed a soft orange glow, as if a lamp had been lit in there. How odd.[break][break]
Rouge padded forward, and then came to an abrupt stop. His shoulders seemed to relax somewhat, but his expression was confused. Seraphine quickly followed him and what she saw was wholly unexpected: Sienna was there and she was...painting? Or she had been, anyway. An easel stood before the other woman, but whatever canvas was on it had been covered.[break][break]
"Sienna," Seraphine's voice rang out; she did nothing to hide her shock. "What are you doing still here? I thought you left hours ago."

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+ Mission: Rocket Recruitment (Act 1)[break]
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Sienna Bell

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POSTED ON Sept 26, 2022 19:50:22 GMT

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Maya's flame flickered and cast long, creeping shadows against the surrounding auxiliary gallery's walls. The signal. Sienna's head whipped around on a swivel, but far too late. Standing haloed in the gallery entrance was Seraphine herself and her smeargle, Rouge, staring with what Sienna could only describe as genuine bewilderment. Maya scrambled away from their frontlit visages with such desperation, she tripped over her webbed toes to escape. She only slid to a stop after falling into line behind Sienna's legs, which she peeked through with such trepidation that her pupils had been nearly devoured by her irises. Maya's impromptu exeunt left Sienna with the enviable task of deciding her own fate.[break][break]

She stumbled backward. Confident as she was, the woman looked out of sorts and out of place with such a trembling, dread-filled smile in place of her usual flirtatious smirk. Her palms went down to the length of her designer pants, where she buried her nails into its reef fabric. Though her heart fell into her stomach, weighing down against the length of her diaphragm, her voice found strength regardless. It flooded the room in misplaced confidence.[break][break]

"I did leave," she asserted with a thick swallow. "But then I came back."[break][break]

Sienna drifted closer and closer to her hidden portrait as if mimicking the stance of Cerberus at the gates of Hell. "Because..." another thick swallow, then sudden peace. Her face smoothed into a cat-like stare, feline in how her eyes narrowed into points. "Because I was an artist too. And I needed the space to do it in."[break][break]

Perhaps best of all, her explanation wasn't false. She was an artist, once upon a time. Long ago, she made pieces much in the same fashion Seraphine did. Nowadays, though?[break][break]

She must confess that has different methods these days.

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Sera

She/Her

November 18

Laverre City, Kalos

Pansexual

Fine Artist

Grunt [ Forger ]

Bishop

A Castle fit for a Queen

49 height

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

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Seraphine D’aureville

beneath the sketch + closed

POSTED ON Sept 30, 2022 1:32:40 GMT

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Seraphine cocked her head curiously, loose dark waves of hair falling around her shoulders, bewildered by the sudden shift in Sienna's furtive demeanor to one of determined confidence. One moment she had seemed like a nervous thief caught in the act of stealing, but now she admitted to her "crime" with a resolute tone.[break][break]
I was an artist too.[break][break]
"Sienna," Seraphine began, walking slowly forward so that she could get a closer look at the covered easel. "I'm not angry...but you should have told me you are an artist! I would be happy to feature your work in the gallery, you know. And I'd be thrilled to take you on as an apprentice. Why did you hide such an important fact about yourself from me?"[break][break]
Rouge padded over to the Salazzle on the ground, intending to make sure she was okay. The little creature had seemed quite flustered indeed.[break][break]
Seraphine could not fathom why Sienna would be painting in near darkness, alone, in the middle of the night, in such a secretive way. Was she not proud of her work? Perhaps she was newer to the craft and embarrassed to show anyone her novice paintings, let alone a master artist such as Seraphine. No, that didn't seem right. Sienna had never struck Seraphine as the sort of woman who would back down from something; she would meet the challenge of enhancing her skills head on.[break][break]
So what was this about? Seraphine intended to find out.

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