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YOU'RE ALL THAT I SEE

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]CHARACTER FACTION team rocket

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[attr="class","freiwantmid"]FACE CLAIM fubuki from one punch

[attr="class","freiwanttop"]ABOUT THE CHARACTER

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On Mama’s insistence, Elodie mets with the therapist regularly. It was a slow burn but the little girl did, eventually, participate beyond sticking her nose higher into the air. Sometimes she even found it easier to talk to Madame Culvert than to talk to Mama. Elodie came to the decision, some years after she was no longer visiting Madame Culvert, that Mama knew that her petulance was a manifestation of layers of anger and hurt - maybe not all of them because of her parents’ divorce but definitely spurred on by it.
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Elodie would not get the opportunity to tell Madame Culvert what she thought about. Mama passed away only a few days afterwards. She had been sick for several years but Elodie still hadn’t accepted that despite how much she tried to care for Mama, she would get more and more frail and, eventually, she would pass.
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She wanted to cry and beg for her Mama to come back but her grief was cut short when she’s sent to live with Papa. He didn’t believe in therapy or talking about emotions -- what good did talking ever do anyone? He was a cold man with expectations which Elodie could never seem to meet. She grieved at night, by herself and never so long that her eyes would be puffy the next day. He would know she had been crying if her eyes were swollen and red.
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Papa taught Elodie how to conceal her emotions. Sadness, fear, disgust -- all hidden behind a soft smile because emotions were a weakness. He purported to want nothing more than a demure little girl. Perhaps that was true but Elodie found that doll might have been a better word. He wanted something that he could toy with and the less she responded the less interested he was.
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That soft smile was ground down into an empty share when she joined the Kalosian military. It was her way of escaping her father and his influence in her life. It gave her independence and for that she would always be grateful. She served several years in the military - going to college part time so that she might have better opportunities - until her commanding officer recommended she look into other kind of field work. She showed, in his opinion, an ability to adapt that could be useful in special operations. It took a few more years to complete her education and military obligation but once finished, she applied to the Kalosian special operatives force.
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She was accepted as a candidate.
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With that Elodie Le Bris - the spoiled little girl, the terrified teenager, the military grunt, the special agent - was no more. She was Eloise Roux - the daughter of a small town antique appraiser. She immigrated to Hoenn with her brother, Harold, in hopes to spread their late father’s interest in antiques and oddities.
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Harold immigrated first and oversaw the procurement of their little shoppe. Elouise followed a few months later. Harold had named it “Herman’s Oddities” after their father. She thought it lacked imagination but how could she complain when it was named after their dearest father?
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The two agents were left to find a way into Team Rocket.
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It was a slow process and took a lot of patience and coordination on both agents’ parts. But, eventually, the little private room in the back of their shoppe became a cover for shadier dealings. Their clientele wanted what they wanted. Who were they to get in the way of business?
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The private room played host to little things at first -- not really what the pair was looking for. But, if they waited long enough and built enough trust perhaps they could get better intel.
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It turned out the elderly woman was a florist from down the street. She’d brought a little bouquet to welcome the siblings. Eloise liked the way her cheeks turned into little balls when she smiled, the way she lit up when she talked about her grandchildren, and the way she cupped her face with both hands when she laughed too hard. She found her charming and familiar -- like she had known her in some distant memory. Eloise asked if there was anything in particular that might interest her - just in case something came through - and the little old woman chuckled her way through a story of old wood toy soldiers.
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Her name was Cady. Eloise found out the next day when she ran into the woman while getting lunch. The pair decided to have lunch together. In fact, they had lunch together the rest of the week.
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Harold was clear that he didn’t like it -- it being Eloise’s friendship with the elderly florist. She considered his feelings and decided on a compromise. She would meet with Cady once a month at their favorite lunch spot. She felt that if they stayed to this routine there shouldn’t be any reason for concern (whether or not she felt the concern was a little unfounded).
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Cady did eventually show back up. It was, of course, not in the way she had hoped. The official report was that she’d been victim to a pokemon attack. For the second time Elodie - not Eloise - mourned in solitude. A few weeks after Cady’s obituary, she found one of the florist’s scarves crammed inside Harold’s work desk drawer. She could see from here that it had a large blood stain. An uneasiness chilled her to the bone.
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She couldn’t sleep the next two nights -- her thoughts kept wandering to the worst places. But she didn’t have long to think over all the possibilities of the night Cady had gone missing. Team Rocket launched their attack on her third sleepless night.
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The shoppe, full of all the old wood antiques, had burned to almost nothing. Not that there was any going back to Slateport. Not for a while, at least. Having lost contact with her handler, Elodie -- or, rather, Eloise found herself at the mercy of strangers and the Rocket members who had used her shoppe in their dealings. It became easier to simply be Eloise: who could openly mourn the death of Cady her dear brother, who was a little saucy and yet still welcoming, and who rebuilt the family's shoppe in Rustboro (with the help of a few friends of course).
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(tldr: she a kalosian spy. here to do the spy things to team rocket.)