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tl;dr evergrande fantasy [attr="class","merktagI"]@jubilee

She glances at him, mischievous pink finding his face with little effort. "No."

Jubilee laughs and spins on her heels to fully face him, blue braids twirling around her body. A wild grin, lopsided as usual, plasters itself across her features as she takes the opportunity to size him up. He mentioned something about a gym... This little place was a gym? Funny, there's no exercise equipment around.

Wait, different gym! Duh!

"Clearly you need to change that," she quips, eyes wandering for a certain purple Pokemon who is more than likely snickering over her unfortunate luck. If only she could disappear into the shadows like him.... Maybe one day he'll teach her! She moves closer like a cat stalking its prey, the can of paint still firmly in her grasp. One move and she could paint him too. Oooh, not a bad idea... She'll see how this goes first.

"Whatcha gonna do? Force me to stop?" Her tone is light and teasing yet her eyes narrow. A challenge, a dare. He could stop her if he tried, perhaps, but she'd dance away from his grasp for as long as she can manage. Quick on her feet, agile in a way a performer should be. Cat and mouse is always a fun game to play anyway! "What a party pooper you are!" Jubi laughs again, the sound mocking as her Gengar finally reappears in her shadow, crimson eyes menacing with the upper half of his body becoming known to the man. A terrifying duo in some sort of way, although she'd never understand it. To her, they're just having fun. To everyone else, they're unnerving.

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[attr="class","merktagI"]@jubilee

The bluette scoffs, arms crossing over her chest in a show of defiance. She'd certainly like to see him try his worst but... Judging by his reactions, poor bloke couldn't harm a fly. Apparently not everyone has her impeccable taste for chaos. Hm, disappointing.

"Sure," she offers in response, her previous scoffing features morphing to barely contain a cheeky grin. "But I'd love to see your best shot." Truthfully, it'd probably bring about a thrill she's seeking. The chase is always the best part, producing the most adrenaline and man does she enjoy it. He'd probably just call the police, however... Goody-two-shoes that he seems. With this in mind, she abandons the can of paint in favor of slinking closer, twin braids dragging slightly on the ground.

"Johto? Ah," she muses, wagging a finger at him. "There's your problem! Johto's so boring! Try living in Lavender Town, now that'll really get your panties in a twist," Jubi laughs. There's nothing like Lavender Town, crawling with ghosts and spirits and everything that goes bump in the night. Pity it had to be blown up but... Well, all's fair in whatever they were doing! The Gengar finally reveals himself in his full glory, snickers escaping from shadows as he moves. The tension radiating from the Ghost type could be cut with a knife and while she's happy to let him have free reign... This guy might not enjoy what the sinister Pokemon could do. Instead, the mischief maker merely pats the Pokemon's head and he rips his gaze away from the Garchomp to wink at his trainer. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, as usual.

The bluette turns her attention back to the man, almost forgetting he was asking a question. Hm, now why would he care about that? Is he actually interested in her doodles? They're nothing but little scribbles to pass time. Odd. Nevertheless, she humors him and offers a response full of giggles. "Half taught, half learned. Although, isn't it all just learning in that case?" She shuffles closer again, edging herself into his personal space with little care. Never one to shy away from breaking social norms, she all but throws the upper half of her body into his line of sight, head tilting to the side as pink peers at his face. "Did you learn to be such a goody or does it just come naturally to you?" Jubilee half sneers, half teases. Funny, part of her wants to see him tick. Perhaps she can succeed in that regard after some force... This will be fun!

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Irritation bubbles at his smile, surging past her best efforts to keep it at bay. Why is he smiling? Is she not intimidating enough? Rude, she scoffs to herself. Does he just not take her seriously? That is probable, giving the usual antics she displays. She can be very serious! Wait, no, that's a lie no she can't. It just isn't within her nature. A stark contrast to him maybe, playful and childish to serious and collected. Part of her almost wonders if this stranger ever lets loose... A pity if not the case. Those who live carefully and in the light never have as much fun as the untamed.

She barks out a laugh, righting herself out of his little bubble, with idle hands reaching for the ends of braids. They fiddle and twirl, blue dancing under expert fingers. "No one, I guess? Just grabbed it one day and that was that," she retorts. The notion that she can do as she pleases has always been at the forefront of her mind in everything she does. No rhyme or reason fueling her, just a need to combat boredom and feel alive. Do most people not do the same? Another pity, right? A method to the madness is good in theory but... She just doesn't seem to have the energy for it.

His response is unsurprising to the bluette and yet, her eyes widen into saucers. The notion of being born into good, into anything other than inky black is preposterous for Jubilee. Perhaps she never had the option or perhaps it's just fate already deciding one's role in society without a second thought. "Shocker," she muses, sarcasm dripping like venom despite wide pink peering at him. His role in life isn't shocking, neither is his personality or demeanor. The part that gets her is always if being light and just is a choice. She says no, but perhaps he has other ideas. "Is that your own decision, though, or was it laid out for you? Curious!" Jubi tilts herself forward slightly, interest pricking at her skin. Did she ever have that same option? She doesn't believe so, but to each their own.

An eye roll, a question, another rough bout of laughter. Sometimes she's surprised when others want to learn about how she got here, how she became the oddity before them. Unusual, sure, but sometimes it happens and almost always earns laughter. She'll make a mockery of it but the gesture is appreciated nonetheless. Some small part of her relishes in the fact that someone wants to learn more about her instead of immediately shooing her like a buzzing gnat. That part, however, is swallowed by the overwhelming urge to spew nothing but nonsense. "Take a guess!" A game, her favorite. Guess what happened to Jubilee! Nothing out of the ordinary, unfortunately. "Probably just born this way. Never been much different as far as I can remember," a hand drops a braid in favor of rubbing at her chin, pensively and almost mockingly. Picked on at school for electric blue hair, wandering too close to Pokemon Tower, befriending little ghosts, being the oddball of the town? Take your pick! "Is everyone expected to be good or bad? That's boring." The norms of society always lean toward no in between, no shades of gray. It's always black or white, good or bad, evil or kind. She prefers the middle, the neutral ground. The calamities always happen there and her taste for excitement is never satisfied by simple terms like that. "Don't you ever just want to step outside that little cage? See what you're missing?" Sometimes she does, but never enough to commit to anything other than her usual antics. Sometimes it's more delightful that way...

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Oop, she angered him? Confusion creeps onto her features, settling in with an uncomfortable smile. Anger is something she's not really... used to? Frankly, she couldn't even tell the difference between anger and annoyance. It all just feels the same to her and perhaps that's why she takes a step back, cautious in her actions despite the frantic need to be unruly. She usually escapes before the frustration comes, before another can make her feel the weight of her actions. Consequences are something she never deals with and well, she wouldn't even understand how to handle them in the first place.

She lets him speak, silent and staring. Passion seeps from his pores, his eyes, his mouth and the bluette finds herself enamored. Unable to even get a word in, unwilling to stop him from his speech. It would be inspiring to another, cause for their own soul searching. She just... isn't as affected by it as she should be. His determination and excitement about what he does, however, is fascinating to the loose cannon. For seeming like such a stick in the mud, he sure does come alive about his occupation. Is that how she looks when she discusses her own schemes? Is this what believing in your cause actually is? Funny, she had never thought to look for anything to care about, not in the way he had. No getting stronger, no bettering yourself, nothing. Just madness, plain and simple. Is that why she can't relate to him?

She chimes in then, all wide eyes and crazy hair. "Interesting," is all she manages to get out at first. Truthfully, she's a bit taken back by how this stranger all but poured his entire soul out in front of her. His hopes, his dreams, bits of his past. Is this how people in this region react to strangers? Peculiar. She can't deny that she doesn't like it, however. "Not sure I really understand, though." She's being honest, or well as honest as she can be. On some level, yes she does understand, but she still finds it hard to comprehend that people in general don't enjoy taking a walk on the wild side. Perhaps everyone truly is just good or bad and there is no shade of grey. Or, better yet, perhaps it's her job to find that middle ground. "You don't want one chance to let loose because you'd rather battle all the time?" Jubilee presses, raising a blue eyebrow. "I get it can be fun and whatnot but..." Her lips settle into a line and she hesitates, trying to be even a teeny bit careful with her next words. She'd prefer to not end up Garchomp chow...

"There's nothing you want to do even once? Just to say you did it?" She tiptoes around her true questions, hinting and hinting as to not piss off her companion. Gengar is quiet beside her, confusion etched onto his features. He's used to his trainer, practically grew up together, but he has never seen her tread carefully as she is right now. Her own uncertainty rubs off on him and he stays silent for now, merely a spectator at her show. "Isn't that the same as a desk job then? Sure, you get to prove how strong you are and you get to battle constantly but if there's no change in pace, wouldn't it just get repetitive after a while?" Perhaps the only intelligent thing to be ushered from her lips... It even catches her off guard a little but she continues, offering her best attempt at a kind smile. (It definitely looks awkward and forced, but she tried!) "Sorry to compare it to that," she mumbles, an idle hand rubbing at the back of her neck. This is uncharted territory for the bluette. She has never really stopped to understand the logic behind what people do. She merely messes with them and runs before the punishment starts. "I was just curious as to why you wouldn't want to let go once in a while. You know, have some fun that isn't related to what you do." And with that, she quiets herself, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him. If she does happen to bother him more... Well, it's a good thing this is a battle ready arena, right?

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ooc: let's end before the 31st pls? [attr="class","merktagI"]@jubilee

Jubilee can't help but stare at him, unblinking, unmoving. How does that make sense? Isn't it basically the same thing day after day? One battle after another... Sure, different teams can mix things up and she supposes different strategies can make things exciting but... Most people seem to lack the intellect for inspired strategies from what little battling she's managed to observe. Perhaps he is different? She shrugs his words off and instead focuses on the next tidbit of words he ushers out into the open air.

"Oh?" She purrs, curiosity peaking as he trails off. Now just what was he going to say? She'd be lying if she said she wasn't interested in hearing it. The bluette leans closer, peering up at him from a lower vantage point as she bends at the waist. In his personal bubble, in the lower portion of his line of sight. She supposes it's a habit, whether from her childhood or from her trysts as a tightrope walker. Always bending, always sweeping through different motions. He seems to stay upright, much to her displeasure. Do all people stay so rigid all the time? Loosen up, man. "Do tell!" She chirps, adding a girlish giggle at the end for finesse.

He doesn't, however, and instead pushes the conversation along back toward her painting. She can't help the bored look that crosses her face, nor can she stop herself from mumbling, "I'm bored." Of course, she steps away then and grins, moving to pick the abandoned paint can up off the ground before offering her best smile, lopsided and crazed. "Tell ya what," she announces, pointing the can toward him as she speaks. "You try letting loose in ways that aren't related to battling and I'll try to stop vandalizing your little arena!" A wager, one she more than likely won't keep but the thought is nice. "I'll pop back in to see if you're still a stick in the mud, 'kay?" Jubilee winks at him, tone a strange mixture between amusement and mockery. She'll probably only pop back in once the paintings are covered to sprawl new ones across fresh terrain but... Well, he doesn't have to know that right? Best to keep that one to herself.

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