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A smile manifesting upon the center of the white tattoos that spanned across her cheeks at Callan's response, she could not help but retain all of her focus on the words exiting his lips- he had ultimately piqued Desiree's interest, and nothing could break her attention. Not even his kind gesture of feeding her partner Cleffa, Starlight, of which the baby fairy would queal and begin to munch down on the berry that was almost as big as her body.

It would not be the first time that Desiree had been involved with an independent label, as TRANCEWAVE was loosely independent in comparison to most other music manufacturers in the country of Kalos. But what happened to cause the pinkette's dreaming heart to flutter more than its unaffiliated stance with major names like Bernstein was that she could tell just how passionate Callan was about this dream of his. Nothing short of admirable, even if he did not have the assets that the big dogs would have, she had to restrain herself from interrupting to lay a hard yes on the table, even if it made that hotdog of a man upset. Hell, she wanted to make him upset after the things he said and did to her. She could still feel the lingering feeling of his spider-like hands crawling across the scars under the tattoos of botanical gardens on her arms and wished to send the feeling right back up his spine. Perhaps this would be the only way, which would be yet another apparent benefit of trusting Callan with his offer.

"That's a beautiful dream, Callan, like a million shimmering butterflies in the night, ♡" Her voice would steady itself as she would speak, her heart beginning to beat faster. Though this seemed like the only choice she had, well, other than succumbing to Bernstein's wish, she could not have wished for anything other than what Callan was laying on the table in front of her, metaphorically. It felt like destiny, a similar feeling to when she had found TRANCEWAVE those years ago.

".. And fuck Bernstein, he can choke," A laugh would escape after Desiree's words had parted, reaching down into her purse to grab the card that Bernstein had given to her. When she touched it, it seemed like it was drenched in oil from his greasy hands. Holding it up and tearing it in half, the thick laminate would flutter in pieces onto the ground, to which Cleffa would quickly hop down from the table to gather them and scurry over to the quickest trashcan. How she would get up to throw it in? Who knows, but she would do just that. Though Bernstein was much bigger than her in every facet of her life, she couldn't help but not feel scared within the guitarist's presence. If she were to be made an enemy of that man, if she already had not, she would be pleased that he would be the one.

His brief terms and conditions of owning her masters and being able to leave whenever she needed took her back to a similar setting in Kalos, the day she had met the first of many TRANCEWAVE executives. They were almost exactly the same, if not identical, and with the successes she had met upon signing with them, she had no worries in the slightest upon taking him up on his offer. It would be dumb not to, in fact, as she was sure this would make her home away from home feel more comfortable than ever. The shimmering butterflies in the nightscape that was her stomach would only continue to manifest in excitement, her Cleffa rejoining her within her lap after climbing up her white dress; it was time to wage war on the sweaty sausage, and she could not be more impatient to exact her revenge with the power of electric daisies.

"Absolutely, Let's~!" A smile wider than the most prominent of dazzling rainbows would form across her face, spanning her hand towards Callan in an attempt to shake on the deal, ".. I haven't felt this way in years, thank you so much, Callan. I'll forever be grateful. ♡"

Reaching into her purse to retain a pink heart-adorned envelope hidden in a secret pocket within her sparkling pink acrylic nails, which would appear to be constructed with a similar type of laminate as Bernstein's business card, Desiree would place it in front of Callan's gaze with a smile. If he were to open it, it would release a heart-shaped card with a QR code on it directly under a white and pink swirled 'thank you' in all caps. It would be the only one of its kind.

"This will have everything you'll need to contact me once you scan it and will have a few other tidbits you may find interesting to look at," her cerulean optics would dazzle in excitement, standing from her chair and scooping up the Cleffa within her arms, "..thank you again, so so much. I'm going to go get some rest after this long day, but message me with a time and location and I'll be there to continue our discussion. You're the best."

Walking away from the white-haired man that frankly, had been her savior of the day, a couple of dazzling tears would fall from her eyes in relief and joy, her heart retaining its rapid-fire beat. If he were to scan the QR code, it would pop up with a private site that he would gain all access to. It would be short but simple, showcasing a full-body modeling image of Desiree adorned in a dress made of crimson flowers surrounded by a sea of fluctuating pink light. The site would play a loop of one of her unreleased songs, SUNSCREEN, of which she had made both the beats and the vocals for entirely alone, accompanied by her new Hoennian phone number.

Releasing her Tropius from its pokeball, she would hop on the pink saddle and blast off towards her treehouse home in Fortree, feeling nothing but love and excitement for the future within her heart. It was strange- with being in Callan's presence, she had no time to think of the wretched past that had cloaked her existence like a dark veil. Desiree hoped more than anything it would continue to be that way, even now, and the future seemed rather promising. Dopamine rushed through her veins as she would fly, soaking up the sunlight that shone above her as she thought about names for the new album that she had been able to reinforce hope to release quite soon in the name of Teravolt Records.

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tags: Callan Young
notes: concluding mission and extremely excited for continuation elsewhere ♡¸.•' myself, and desiree, are both so grateful for this opportunity and are so thankful for you toppa!

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Having had her ego stroked by her fellow idol, she could not help but smile, slipping the fragment of sea glass into the purse that sat steady upon the hovering Tropius. It was quite refreshing to hear Jade's compliments- she had plenty in store to give as a thankful return, but as he continued to speak and answer her questions, the thought would dissipate as she would begin to ponder while climbing back onto the saddle that rested behind the grass-type's leaves. Desiree was not one to keep up with other idols like those typically in the industry, as she dubbed herself as a 'seclusive electric daisy princess,' so she had not had the chance to listen to any of his music if he were to have come out with any, but perhaps she had seen his face on at least one poster or magazine article somewhere. Or maybe not, because there were only so many faces you could remember for a long while- maybe he had a lookalike! But regardless, by the implication of his comments, it seemed to her like he knew who she was, and she hoped that she could maybe recall who he was or what he had done.

"A pleasure to meet you as well~! I know right, it's so different being in a region outside of home! ♡" she would reach her hands out to give a dazzling wave, the sun beating down on her tattooed cheeks as she would continue. "Ooh, I've never been to Sinnoh, is it true that snow falls all year round in the north over there? I had a performance or two planned there a couple of years back, but I had to cancel because of the cold. But regardless, we can be new Hoenn buddies~!" she'd exclaim delightfully, not addressing the fact that she may have caught a glimpse of his face somewhere, somehow.

Around the area the two inhabited, which was the tiniest bit out from the coast, a pink-hued mist would begin to manifest and waver within the wind. It would appear within the sunlight as if it were coating the rays of light, though minimal, and seemed as if it got thicker in the direction toward the right- just where a big set of jagged rocks would rest around a tiny bank of sand that rose upward, like a tiny little island one could rest upon. The scent of sweetness, almost like honey, would pique the interest of both Desiree and Tropius alike.

"Hm, that scent is alluring, but it feels kinda like it's giving me a headache," the pinkette would speak to Jade, her eyes darting toward the jagged rocks, ".. maybe it's a sign treasure is nearby, I'm gonna go check it out super fast, let me know if you see any sea glass or fancy shells~! I'll be right back."

Tropius would flap its wings and would quickly burst through the sky toward the jagged rocks, momentarily causing tiny splashes upon the surface of the water as they would leave the immediate area for just a moment. Upon passing the jagged rocks, which would appear as natural spires from overhead, on the other side would rest a wild pokemon at the center of the pink powder cloud. It would be none other than a Hatterene- which from the looks of it, would be resting on a pile of multi-colored sea glass and white sea shells. Cotton candy-hued in color, its beading dark eyes would notice the wandering trainer and her Tropius approaching and would sneer, its elongation of a hat raising towards them in order to defend its rather odd territory.

Launching an array of MAGIC POWDER towards the two as they would fly closer, it would encompass them within the cloud and give a pinkish hue to Desiree's bikini- it felt rather sticky and unbeknownst to the trainer, would cause Tropius' typing to temporarily change from grass to psychic. The tree pokemon would feel rather strange but would attempt to protect itself if an attack would follow. Using SOLAR BEAM, which would cast rather instantaneously due to the harsh sunlight that reigned down upon the horizon, a giant fluctuating ray of green light would downpour from the flying Tropius' mouth directly towards the wild fairy and would barrage against its body. Kicking up the multi-colored sea glass in this process, the attack would quickly cause most of the pink mist to dissipate into the air around them.

Pushing itself forward through the air towards them, the Hatterene would extend its claw upon the witch's hat, using its magical power to deal a PSYCHO CUT on the Tropius, causing it and Desiree to do a backflip midair. Holding on with dear life, Desiree would gasp as she would watch the water flip upside-down within her gaze for a moment, the wild pokemon landing on the bed of sea glass below them, but would soon be balanced out as Tropius stabilized itself. Tropius would shake her head, the bananas upon her neck bobbing back and forth in distaste; flapping her wings aggressively, she would manifest a LEAF STORM, launching another round of floral energy towards the wild fairy in an attempt to assert dominance. Realizing the leaves were launching toward the Hatterene at top speed, Desiree would recognize this as her moment.

Slipping a pokeball out of her purse, which was extremely close to dropping onto the sand below her on this miniature island, she would quickly throw it into the Leaf Storm; it would flutter through the incoming gale of leaves directed toward the sand-ridden Hatterene, bopping against her hat of witchcraft and causing her to become absorbed in white light. Sinking into the pokeball, which would begin to click against the bed of sea glass that she had rested on, Desiree would take in a few tired breaths as she would await the success or failure that would come from this capture attempt. She hoped for nothing other than success, as the magical power outpouring from the Hatterene seemed to be extremely potent. And she was an absolutely beautiful pokemon, one that would for sure be able to teach Cleffa the ways of pink magic.

While she awaited the capture, she hoped and manifested that Jade was not upset with the amount of time this was taking- it was a chance encounter, after all, and she would be back in the quickest of moments after picking up the prettiest pieces of sea glass once the area was safe. It was her fatal flaw that she would become distracted easily, her attention easily diverted by things hued by the colors of dazzling pink- and if he were to take it personally, she would feel absolutely terrible. Luckily though, as the cloud of pink had subsided, her headache was beginning to fade, and the area she had flown to was much closer to where she was previously than she had realized. As she was airborne, he most likely would have noticed the entire battle go down.

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tags: jade rivers
notes: capture attempt on HATTERENE!

Taking a leisurely stroll upon the coast of Slateport, Desiree wanted to see the pack of Palafin and Finizen that was rumored to be swimming by with her own eyes- not just the camera footage, but the real thing. Some of them were rumored to have markings that resembled hearts on their chest, but the cutest quirk of them had to be their rumored ability to sense the emotions of those around them with ultrasonic waves- at least, that's what the search bar told the pinkette before her arrival to the sunny shore. Soaking up the rays of sunlight as she would walk through the waves that crashed upon the sandbar, her eyes would twinkle as she would peer out toward the cerulean horizon.

"Cleffa, let me know if you spot the cuties~! ♡" she would request of the pink bundle of joy that rode upon her shoulder, letting out a high-pitched squeal of excitement. Starlight the Cleffa wished to meet yet another friend, its eyes scanning ever so frivolously for what it presumed to be a fin in the water.

Desiree was also on the lookout for fins that would bob in the water, hoping one would come close enough to let her add them to the party. Smoke fluttered out of her lips like an array of white butterflies, a dainty green lantern hanging from a silver chain clanging in the wind within her grasp, all eyes would be pointed toward the curve of the world in front of her and all that spanned in between the two. It would be nothing short of a symbol of hope.

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tags: @tag
notes: tl;dr