Amber "Berry" (Former Stagename)
She/Her
21
October 27
Goldenrod City, JOHTO
Bisexual
Model/Actress
Civilian
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Amber Lenoir
A Heart's Desire [WW]
POSTED ON Mar 17, 2022 8:23:43 GMT
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I'll claw my way to glory. | Amber stuck her tongue out at this annoying stranger who, unbeknownst to her, was the spitting image of BARNABY FINCH from her world. "Dick," she muttered again, dusting herself off as she ran over to tend to her whimpering Umbreon. "Luci, are you okay?! God, I'm so sorry, I will pay better attention next time." The two embraced as Gigi kept watch over the bandit, the ivory-haired trainer's newly released Pokemon circling the man warily.
"The castle?" the man said to Gigi with a smirk, bowing at the waist as he retrieved his Ninetales. With a benign shrug of surrender, he said, "At once, then, mademoiselle." The way this guy looked at Amber as she boarded the Mudsdale creeped her the hell out. She'd had fans that took it too far before, but like, save for the time a Voltorb blew up at a show nothing like this had ever happened.
Speaking of, yoshiro shioda still wasn't answering her texts. And like, this was kind of important stuff for a personal bodyguard to respond to! Amber tapped furiously at her phone from atop Gigi's horse, only to realise she had no cell service. Typical. Like a horror movie, basically.
"So like," Amber continued, raising her cellphone high, "why is there no reception here?"
As she whined, the man threw an easy glance over his shoulder, amused. "Reception? Do you mean to say that my welcome was not receptive enough, princesse?"
"No, I mean, why can't I text anyone out here?"
"Text?" The man's expression turned quizzical. "You require parchment?"
"Oh my god, you are being SO annoying," Amber groaned, spurring the Mudsdale ahead with annoyance. "Whatever let's go to the 'castle.' Where is it? Are we in Kalos or something?" It would explain a lot about this posh weirdo.
"Kalos? Non." At this, the puzzled expression gave way to the bold timbre of laughter. "Princesse, are you so sheltered you do not recognise your own kingdom of Hoenn? Or perhaps the shock of seeing me has frightened you out of your senses."
Amber huffed, her hands on her hips, looking every bit the spoiled brat he was patiently accusing her of being from atop her literal high horse. "Uh, excuse me, if this were Hoenn my Hoenn Horizon reception would be working perfectly. You have no idea what I paid for this coverage plan, okay? It probably is worth more than your whole life."
At the continued laughter from the bandit, Amber turned helplessly to Georgette Bluebottle, thumb jerked at him as if to say 'the fuck is this guy's problem?'
"Here we are," the bandit said breezily as they approached a giant gate before a sprawling capital that seemed straight out of a fairy tale. "Slateport. The castle, as you can see, is within the heart of it."
Slateport? What. Was this guy for real? He couldn't be for real. Amber had been in Slateport so many times by now it seemed ridiculous to point her to this medieval faire and expect her to accept it was one of the largest cities in Hoenn.
Except then she looked closer, and a few details looked eerily similar. The layout of the districts. The proximity of the beach. The nightmarket. Oh Arceus. Oh fuck.
"Holy shit, Gigi," she whispered in a frantic hiss, "we are actually in fucking Slateport."
Not a horror movie. This was some straight up Outlander shit.
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ORDER DETAILS: A rather extravagant array of chocolate-covered strawberries nestled next to daifuku mochi, placed in an ornate box adorned in gold-leaf to resemble many Arcanine running across its surface.[break][break] TO: 
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