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Slateport wasn't the same since the attack on the city. In a few years, it would recover and then they would hold memorial services for those who lost their lives, but it felt like a joke. She wasn't there, but she had seen plenty. The destruction just a few things caused was enough to cripple an entire major city. No wonder it was so underprepared for Rocket to grab their talons in and never let go. As it stood, however, Celeste was taking the excuse to get a view she rarely had. The top of the lighthouse was certainly something else, and with it's damaged state seemed to be mostly unoccupied. Her eyes cast out to sea, Celeste simply let out a long sigh and watched the waves crash against the shore. It was calming, refreshing, a reminder of the good things to come.

That is, when she noticed something a bit odd, someone else was walking along the beach. Normally this might not cause alarm, but rarely anyone ever was out so late on the beaches that she had practically claimed for her midnight adventures. Eyes narrowing, Celeste watched as they seemed to change course and head for the lighthouse. How peculiar, were they after her? Even the lighthouse keepers, if there were any still active, wouldn't be sneaking through in the dark like this.

Carefully moving down the stairs, taking one silent step at a time, for once being so light was relatively beneficial, keeping the stairs from buckling and creaking under her weight. That is until one particular step decided to give her away. When the, oddly familiar voice called out asking who was there, Celeste at least had confirmation they weren't here for her. Otherwise, they wouldn't have asked. Casually slipping down the rest of the stairs, Celeste finally got a view of the stranger. Olivia, they were no stranger at all.

Celeste instinctively bit her tongue, fighting to keep back any practiced insults she had come up with over the years. Continuing to step all the way down into the room, the lighthouse was surely a wreck, and making sure not to step on any debris was a bit important. After a few seconds, however, Celeste finally spoke. "... You know, for a woman with all the power in Hoenn, you're not exactly painting yourself in the best of lights here, auntie." It was a mockingly affectionate term, with bitterness seeped into every syllable. She wasn't her direct aunt, but that honestly didn't matter.

She couldn't expect Olivia to recognize who she was, not with how distant the branches of the family had become, but Celeste was still going to be bitter about it regardless. Purposefully not introducing herself just to leave Olivia guessing.

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It seemed she didn't have any interest in guessing. A pity, Celeste would have let it drag on for as long as she possibly could. At the very least, the bitter tone was returned in kind. Celeste simply sat back down onto the stairs, a soft smirk spreading over her face. As long as Olvia didn't know who she was, she was in control of the conversation. "Now, is that any way to treat your family, hmm? A poor, orphaned girl? One who struggled to survive by the skin of her teeth? I don't exactly see Miss Silver Spoon struggling to afford food, that is." Of course, that gave away more than enough information to probably narrow it down eventually, but she highly doubted Olivia even bothered to remotely look into the Abbiatis that lived here other than a stereotypical glance.

Celeste let out a soft sigh, her words slowly starting to fade. And to think when she was younger she used to curse the others who had it easy until she couldn't breathe. And now that she finally met one... It didn't feel worth the effort. Her words would fall on deaf ears and she'd be reduced to just 'that whiny girl who wouldn't shut up.' She could let out her anger, but some part of her knew it wouldn't be satisfying. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before slowly standing back up to her feet. "... I don't care why you're here. You're interrupting my meditation, and unless you're going to join me in silence then I have no time for this."

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Celeste simply watched as Olivia sent out her Mudkip to separate the two fighting pokemon within the lighthouse. She simply leaned back, against the wall by the stairs and watched the small confrontation going on. Curiously, the Surskit came flying her way after they were separated. Watching Olivia catch the Finneon she just protected, she figured she might as well idly toss a Pokeball towards the Surskit in an attempt to capture it as well.

Kneeling down to pick up the ball, Celeste finally returned her attention towards Olivia to talk. "Listen, I'm not going to argue with you. I don't care how rough you think you had it, I don't expect a woman like you to even begin to attempt to sympathize, so I won't waste my energy trying to get you to." She slowly turns around, letting out a long sigh and placing her hand on what remained of the railing.

"I was here first, might I remind you. I'd ask what the hell a Councilwoman is doing prowling around at night, but the truth is... I just don't care." She'd let out a sigh, sounding quite exhausted with the whole debacle. What was there even to say? Olivia might as well be from an entirely different world as far as she was concerned. All her anger and rage just slowly faded away into apathy.

"... I'm going back to meditate. Do as you want, I don't care." With that said, Celeste ever so slowly began to make her way back up the stairs towards the top of the lighthouse, but not without saying one more statement. "Go ahead, waste your time looking me up. You'll find nothing important." At most, even if she found her name through the system her record would be rather clean. Despite all her occasional illegal actions, she hadn't been caught for doing anything yet.

Notes: Capture Attempt on the Surskit!

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[attr="class","reward2"]YOUR PREVIOUS CAPTURES ARE SUCCESSFUL!