"More of...?" The blank confusion on her face communicated her complete ignorance to the subject at hand. "What on earth are you talking about?"[break][break]

Fortunately for both parker jones and priam conrad, their adventures sending lewd elbow photos from her phone to the Elite Four remained unknown to her. Unfortunately for MATIAS SILPH, Priam's feminine elbows had proven more successful a ruse than either could have ever anticipated.[break][break]

Resulting in the verbal Tug-of-War that manifested between the underboss and Elite Four, now.[break][break]

A brief calculation settled on an explanation that made sense to her, and she scoffed lightly.[break][break]

"You must have me confused with someone else," she said, sounding thoroughly unimpressed by this discovery. "Do try to keep your treasonous contacts straight, Silph."

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

✔️ Involve or reference a Tug-of-war.

"Play coy? With you? You're joking."[break][break]

And then, with a single swipe of his phone, the full nature of his misunderstanding was revealed to her at last.[break][break]

This was not the first time that Elisabeth Fiorelli had been pranked in such a manner through her phone. And unfortunately, it would probably not be the last, either.[break][break]

She didn't know parker jones or priam conrad well enough to blame them for these hijincks. But BARNABY FINCH? Oh, BARNABY FINCH she could suspect well enough of doing such a thing.[break][break]

A seething tension began to build around her, revealed in the way the earth darkened beneath her shadow and leaves began to turn brittle and shrivel away at the faintest touch of wind. Nearby, a vendor overseeing the Magikarp Fishing game yelped in horror as a large root snarled up unexpectedly from the ground, toppling the booth over completely with a splash.[break][break]

Although Elisabeth seemed oblivious to this. When she spoke next, a barely contained fury thrummed through the acidity of her words, amplified all the more by the way she caught his stare lingering in places it shouldn't.[break][break]

Her own stare conveyed a very clear, very disdainful sentiment that reeked with condescension:[break][break]

"...This is a fucking elbow, Matias."

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

✔️ Be a troublesome customer.

A deep inhale of breath held her in place for several seconds, before she allowed herself to exhale all her bitterness and resentment. It still hissed in her words like steam, unable to fully mask her indignation.[break][break]

"I'm going to ask you a very valid and fair question."[break][break]

The thinnest veil of restraint held her back from toppling another booth the same way she had the Magikarp Fishing game. Behind them, scrambling carnival staff could be seen attempting to salvage the state of the flopping fish Pokemon, SPLASHING uselessly.[break][break]

"In what universe do you imagine I would send you that photo?"

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

✔️ Reference Magikarp Fishing Game

"Given who you are and who I am? Yes. Delusional on more than one level."[break][break]

As if she'd be sending explicit photos to a member of the Elite Four, never mind a Silph. What little she knew about technology was enough to tell her that sort of behavior was a disaster waiting to happen. Especially given how often people seemed able to break into her phone.[break][break]

She blew a strand of black hair out of her face and rolled her eyes, accepting her loss in this battle of wills.[break][break]

"One ride," she said, lifting a finger as if she were a beleaguered mother worn down by a petulant child. "I'll give you one carnival ride. Is that enough to satisfy you?"

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

✔️ Lose a carnival game

"And why would I regret it?" she asked with dry sarcasm, her hand nonetheless resignedly accepting his own. His grin irked her, somewhat.[break][break]

He had entirely too much confidence for someone who had been rejected so many times.[break][break]

There were worse options than the Ferris Wheel. Bumper cars, for example, would have been entirely unpleasant. Anything that jostled too much back and forth would be irritating, really.[break][break]

Even so, being alone in a secluded space with MATIAS SILPH for this much time seemed like a recipe for disaster, and she treated it as such as she acquiesced to his single demand.[break][break]

"Well, here we are," she opened, as if silence would be more irritating than talking. "Is this everything you wanted it to be?"

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

"Really? I find that hard to believe."[break][break]

The wider his smile, the deeper her own frown became, as if unnerved by his seemingly earnest nature.[break][break]

"Did you really not have any other options?" she asked him bluntly. "I know you're, well, you, but surely someone in the League would go on an outing like this if you asked."[break][break]

kyle lopez, maybe? They'd seemed close in the Ultra Deep Sea, or at least friendly. Then again, Matias didn't seem the sort to have many friends.[break][break]

Resorting to a Rocket underboss whose Sunkern he'd murdered was... a choice.

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]

A smirk tried and failed to suppress the dark laugh that bubbled out of her, and she shook her head, turning away to view the world below them.[break][break]

"You're so full of shit."[break][break]

Below them, the citizens of Hoenn crawled like small Durants, insignificant and seemingly easy to crush beneath their heel.[break][break]

Another sigh escaped her, tinged with impatience, as her eyes narrowed.[break][break]

"But humor me. Why me, and not someone else?"[break][break]

She turned to face him with intense scrutiny, her question a challenge more than a sincere inquiry.

[attr="class","ooc"] MATIAS SILPH[break][break]