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may i offer you an Egg™ in this trying time?
Cynthia eyed the egg with curiosity, taking it from the strange person. “Oh? Does this egg need a good home? Well I will absolutely take good care of it! Although I have to say...what trying time is it? Did I miss a memo on my desk somewhere...?”
Ghost Busted | | Cynthia & Cheren
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He blinks twice, forgetting his fears as the widest smile erupts onto his face. He points a finger at himself as if to ask – Me? Are you sure? – before taking the initiative and simply nodding. His thoughts race as wildly as his pulse in that moment, and knows months from now, it will still have the same effect on him.
Oh, just wait until his students back in Aspertia could hear this!
“I mean, of course I’d love to tag team with you!” Cheren sputters. “I promise, I won’t get in your way. I like to think I’m good at doing double battling too, if it ever comes down to it down here… now, uh, if you’d like, I can lead the way, since I know a little bit more about the place than you might. Or, if you really want to, you can lead the way. I won’t have any qualms with that, at all.”
A pause.
“Wait! Another warning. Some of the stairs in this castle have… been buried by sand. The only way to proceed through some of the lower levels are through sand pits themselves. It’s, uh, kinda painful to land through the other side of them.”
As Cynthia grew to know more about Cheren, she noticed he had the tendency to ramble. Which was fine, she did it too. She gestured for him to lead the way, her Pokemon and the Champion eager to see what lied in wait for them. As she followed him, she could hear faint bouts of laughter, and she could only squint. If they were mocking her, they were in for a rude awakening.
She continued to listen to Cheren’s spiel, taking some more mental notes along the way. It was fortunate he was skilled in Double Battling, because the longer she thought about it, the more she felt like they would need to fight their way through this place. “Hmm…interesting. This place really does show its age then. That’s fine, I’ve gotten pretty good at getting into places I shouldn’t, like this one. The warnings are helpful, since I’ve only read about this place. People say it’s very dangerous, so every little bit of information helps.”
Cynthia laughed a little bit, stepping into one of the hallways. She could see some shadows, dancing in the lights, but some of the shadows didn’t look very…normal. As they descended, the next set of lights were cut, and Cynthia stopped, holding out her arm to her Garchomp. Thankfully, her Umbreon illuminated some of the area with her glow. “You said the lights don’t stay lit very long…right? I believe we have some visitors. Let’s show these ghosts whose boss. Show yourself!”
Beat the heat [ Cynthia ]
glaciaprimafrost:
“Is that so? I’d like for you to extend that invitation to me again in the near future. Snowpoint sounds wonderful. It never hurts to visit a place with the word snow attached to it.” Yes, it seems to suit Glacia quite well. Ice & Snow or either one is already favourable in her mind.
Cynthia’s next statement resonated with her need to have moments of solitude. Smiling softly, she nods in agreement. “My dear, do not work too hard now. Life is indeed …short..and time …moves quite quickly. Participating in fun times also relieves stress.”
Gingerly patting Cynthia’s hand, she laughs. “Passion is what is most important and you, my dear do display a lot of passion. Many trainers who do challenge me; sometimes it is unfortunate to see that they do not have the same passion as you do. And for that, it would not be noble of me to send them to the next Elite room. However, I’ve learned that gentle advice usually does calm the storm of frustration and disappointment that is brewing.”
Glacia rarely reflects her Elite Four life. It was not handed to her on a silver spoon and not brought with old money by her Grandfather, although if he so much desires, he would. She earned it, fair and square. She thinks back to her life, before the Elite Four, but not after. Glacia does not really give herself enough credit. Cynthia’s question has hit a nerve with her.
“You know my dear, I am blessed to have a position as a member of the Elite Four. I pray to see more trainers with passion who can claim the title Champion. Such passion is rarely seen, my best battles are those who don’t give up in dire situations and can prevail by working together. I’ve seen and experienced so many battles that I would not change that experience at all.”
Cynthia smiled, accepting Glacia’s ginger pats. The woman was so fascinating, proper, and in turn kind. She hadn’t met anyone with quite the sophistication that Glacia had, and it was really refreshing. Her own set of Elite’s were far different, one in particular crossing her mind. Cynthia could sympathize with her statements. Getting to a position like that one wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t easy for her either. She remembered how many endless days and nights he had to work to get to where she was in the present day.
Without really thinking too hard about it, she started to reminisce on her time as a younger trainer, sparkly eyed and ready to take on the entire world. The thoughts were brining smore and more smiles to her face, and as she listened to Glacia talk, that only solidified that she thought they were similar in that way.
“I respect anyone who has worked to get to any position in the League, no matter what it is. It’s a long…long road and I can tell that you’ve been blessed with skill and perseverance. Just how you talk about your experiences…it’s incredible. I completely agree! I haven’t seen hardly any trainers make it through Sinnoh’s Elite 4 in a long time. It worries me a little bit. The best battles…where you’re giving it your all and fighting until the very last move. It’s something I really can’t describe.”
She paused turning it around on a lighter note. “I’m really glad I can share things like this. I’d like to have wisdom like yours one day. Maybe, the next wave of passionate trainers to take the world by storm are just around the corner! At least I hope so, am I right ayy?!” Oh no, she just…memed in front of Hoenn’s Elite. Whoops that one slipped out.
Ghost Busted | | Cynthia & Cheren
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Have you been here before? He laughs, perhaps a little too loudly and a little too suddenly. And he realizes this. Before Cynthia has a chance, Cheren speaks and he thanks the gods that his voice rings strong and clear:
“I’ve been here before. Not recently, but I’ve been here a few times.” He tugs at his collar. “Relic Castle, despite being open to the public, isn’t really explored and for a good reason. The Relic Castle is buried underneath all of this sand, and from what I’ve been able to gauge, the castle is immense. It doesn’t help that the lower levels are pitch black – not that archaeologists haven’t tried to illuminate it! It’s just, uh, that lights down there don’t stay light for very long.”
He walks a few steps ahead.
“Relic Castle is home to a lot of Pokémon who don’t take kindly to strangers,” Cheren remarks. “So… maybe something to consider, when you’re going down there.”
The more Cheren spoke of the Pokemon that roamed in the lower levels, the more morbidly curious she became. So, they didn’t like strangers? Well they were really not going to like her then. Taking some precautions as she followed Cheren, her Garchomp was released with her Umbreon. If there would be anything that would help her take down some malevolent ghosts, it would be these two.
“Well, if they don’t particularly like strangers, I suppose they really aren’t going to like me then. I have to know what’s down here. And if it is buried beneath hundreds of years of sand…there could be no telling what waits down in the depths of this castle.” Cynthia paused, hearing some form of laughter coming from down the stairs.
Cynthia’s narrowed eyes were focused ahead, taking Cheren’s words and keeping them for her future reference. These Pokemon would be much stronger than any she would find in the open wild, that much she was certain. “I’m always up for a good challenge. I’m ready to show these Pokemon that I’m not to be messed with, and that you aren’t either. We can take on the castle together. Two heads are always better than one you know. We can both watch each other’s backs. What do you say, care to tag team with me?”
Old Mythos New Trouble | | Cynthia & Lucas
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Tired eyes glanced the column of books before him in interest as Lucas picked one off the shelf and added it to the pile he had on hand. Today was a day off or as the Professor had eloquently said to him; ‘ Even the most proficient in the field have their off days, young man.’. This prompted a shrug as a response before he found himself being pushed off the lab into the outside world.
Sighing to himself, he placed his pile on to a nearby study table and checked to make sure he had everything he wanted. It wasn’t everyday that he was able to head down to Canalave’s Library in his spare time so he figured he had ought to make the best of the situation that he was dealt with. “Oh. Guess I’m missing one..”
Asking for information on the placement of the last book he needed from the librarian, Lucas found himself in an old,eerily part of the library that looked like it had seen better days in it’s prime as he questioned the ethics of it all before disregarding it and beginning his search.
“J….K….L…M! Now..Ma…Me…My.”
Spotting the book he wanted, Lucas reached out to grab a hold of it and take it out of the shelf. What he did not count on was a second hand reaching out for it as well before he pulled back to greet the other. “Oh! Um, sorry! I didn’t-”. Facing the owner of said hand, Lucas found himself clamming up as he stood in the presence of Cynthia Davenport or as she was more formally known by her title that was revered by many, Champion.
Realizing that she was waiting for a reply from him, Lucas mentally slapped himself for stalling before letting out a nervous laugh. “A-Ah…yeah. I, um..it’s more of a hobby really. I’ve been doing good and you, Miss Davenport?” He chided himself for responding so monotonously but the nervousness he was experiencing in meeting her certainly didn’t help in this situation.
“I-I’m surprised you’re into the history of our region, you seem like a busy person and that it wouldn’t interest you…N-Not that it’s a bad thing, I assure you! It’s just um, well..” Foot, meet Mouth.
Of all the people she expected to meet on her journey through the library, Lucas was not one of them. Although she was surprised, it was a pleasant surprise. Retracting her hand away from the book they had been reaching for, she listened to him speak. She must have taken him off guard, which was something she should have expected, honestly.
The way he babbled only made her suspicions more correct. While it was true she was busy with Champion duties for a large portion of her time, she could absolutely never turn down a good myth investigation, especially when it came to her home region of Sinnoh. The lore was absolutely fascinating, and she could lose herself in it for many…many hours. Lucas was so adorable, and she could only smile sweetly at him. She hadn’t meant to startle him so badly. Oops.
“Oh please, Cynthia is fine you don’t have to be formal with me if you don’t want to. Funny you should say that, it’s one of my hobbies too. While I usually spend my days managing the League in Sinnoh, my favorite pastime is actually researching myths from Sinnoh and other regions alike. It’s one of the few things that tear me away from all the paperwork and formalities that come with being Champion.” She paused, laughing a small bit. Cynthia shifted her weight back on one of her legs, placing a hand on her hip. “But you do this as a hobby as well? Tell me all about it! I’m fascinated with all sorts of research.”
Rock Pass (PMD Event) | | Cynthia & Michael
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Michael was one to keep to himself in the guild hall. Too many people, too loud. It was bothersome. He was just there to drop something off, and then he would be off to his room to spend the day relaxing after a long dungeon run. That wasn’t too much to ask, right?
He was at the lost and found counter when the room hushed. Lifting his head to find out why, he realized his mistake as soon as he locked eyes with the Dragonair. Oh, no. Cynthia. He’d heard plenty of stories about the sorts of trouble she managed to drag other adventurers into.
Wary now, but well aware he couldn’t just refuse her request, he narrowed his eyes a little. “Okay…what’s so interesting up there?” The others seemed to inch away in relief, seeing that he was Cynthia’s target of choice that day.
He sighed. There was to be no escape, was there? “I mean, I’d like to know what I’m getting into before I escort you…”
Cynthia hummed to herself for a little bit, thinking on how exactly she was going to explain this one. She needed to have some tact, and while her excitement made that process much harder than it had any right to be…well here she was. Taking a deep breath, she slithered to make herself more comfortable.
“I had a feeling you might say that. Well...my newest expedition leads to Rock Pass. I’ve heard many rumors lately, about a mysterious figure that watches over the town from the mountains to the north. The research I’ve conducted leads me to believe that there’s an ancient psychic that lurks in Rock Pass. It is said that it can communicate, through just thoughts alone.”
Was that convincing enough? She had hoped so. Cynthia had done far too much research to really just…give up now. Well…she could always just go by herself if he had said no. Although…she had the tendency to be a bit reckless while on her own. This posed…a problem. “So what do you say? I’d like to know what sort of being watches over the town, if there is one. I think it would put a lot of minds at ease.” Perfect!
Fine Print | | Cynthia & Emmet
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Emmet is in the middle of what is a typical coffee break, on a typical afternoon. He has one of his favorite tabloid magazines (and by no coincidence it happens to be one of the trashiest) opened in front of him, thoroughly engrossed in reading about the newest rumors surrounding the Unova Elite Four. There was something new about at least one of them almost weekly. He absentmindedly reaches for the paper cup holding the day’s third dose of coffee–an espresso.
Upon hearing his name, Emmet naturally looks up, and it takes every ounce of effort to keep himself from spitting his coffee in surprise. He sets his cup on the table with a louder than necessary thunk and gathers his composure. It wasn’t just every day that he met someone who made frequent appearances in the tabloids he followed, especially someone with a reputation like Cynthia–the Cynthia Davenport, Champion of Sinnoh…
Emmet brings a hand to cover his mouth as he coughs once to clear his throat from the unfortunate coffee blunder he nearly had. “Well, I don’t see why not!” He says from behind his hand, his tone of voice perhaps a bit too eager (but hey, it didn’t take much to make him feel starstruck). “What brings Sinnoh’s renowned champion to humble Nimbasa, anyway?”
Cynthia smiled, taking the seat across from the Subway Boss and sipping on her newly acquired iced coffee. Her eyes immediately went to the tabloid in his hands, and she knew that they were about to have a very interesting conversation in this café. But that was for a little later. What was she doing in Nimbasa today? She had wanted to find a little more information about the dragons, the ones who destroyed the region all those years ago. But that was thanks to Cheren who had piqued her curiosity.
Taking a small sip of her drink, she shrugged a little, and then placed it down on the table. She wouldn’t mention how startled she made him. She did that every now and then too, and sometimes was much slower on the draw to catch herself before spitting her coffee all over her desk. But no one else outside the ones who managed to get the jump on her needed to know that.
“I was here to see if I could find anything about your region’s legends, the dragons. But more importantly, your city is so full of life! It’s so busy…I can’t imagine it being so loud all the time. But maybe I’m just used to different things. The industry and growth is…unlike any I’ve seen in a long time.” She paused, chuckling a little bit and eying the magazine. “You know…I couldn’t believe the story on Grimsley last week. When will they learn to keep their nose out of business they have no right to know?”
Beat the heat [ Cynthia ]
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“Ah, is the weather in Sinnoh more pleasant? I prefer a much cooler atmosphere than now. I do joke that If it wasn’t for the climate in the Elite Four room here, I would elope. Of course, none of the members of the Elite Four believe me. I predict they do not get my sense of humor.” There was not a chuckle or a laugh from Glacia, just a serious face, pondering what miscommunication had happened.
Once they have gotten inside of the quaint little cafe and the waiter directed them to their seats. Glacia sat down and nodded in agreement. “That sounds nice, dear. I, too love to drink tea. Especially this weather, your choice is definitely tempting.” Averting her eyes back to the menu, she quietly scanned the options before speaking.
“Unfortunately, sometimes we have a difficult time locating Steven as well. The youth is very enthusiastic these days. I suppose Wallace and Steven are no exceptions. You too as well, my dear. “ Voice lacing with fondness of her own memories when she was younger while entering her information on the device and handing Cynthia her own too.”
Cynthia smiled, placing an order for a sweet tea, iced, before humming a little more to herself. Thinking about it now, Glacia would probably absolutely adore Snowpoint because of how cold and breathtaking the view was. When she had some time off, she would have to invite her over there.
“I think you would really love it there, especially Snowpoint. It’s peaceful, elegant, cold, and the view is gorgeous! I travel up there whenever I want some solitude to work on whatever it is I’m researching. Remind me to take you there sometime.” Cynthia chuckled a small bit, Glacia was so interesting. She was having a great time just…having a chat with someone she didn’t think she’d really get to talk to. But she was glad she stopped by.
“I admit…I tend to vanish whenever something else has my attention, especially if I have mythos projects in the works. But I always make it back on time…well usually.” The Champion took her phone back, looking over the information and starting to punch her own into Glacia’s. Maybe they could do this again sometime. Once Cynthia was finished, she held out her hand, and snatched the tea from the counter and looked for an empty table. “I’ve got to say, Hoenn definitely has a charm to it. Maybe next time I’ll bring the right clothes. So tell me Glacia, how do you like Elite life?”
road too steep // cynthia & dawn
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Dawn hammers in the last nail into the soil that’s just steady enough to not give way. Alright, so far so good. Last time she set up a tent, it flipped over in the middle of the night. Many assume her to be a proficient camper since stargazing often calls for basic survival skills if one were to scale a mountain, but she’s far from being even remotely fit to take on all the tasks.
For example, she’s deathly scared of lighting a fire.
So when she sees the flickering of light on the two trees next to her, she’s more than relieved. No embarrassing herself in front of the Sinnoh champion now, oh no. Dawn’s cheeks heat up just from imagining the conversation that will probably expose more about her insecurities than she’d ever wish to.
After passing the water over to Cynthia, she lets out her Pokemon from their balls. Some stretching will probably do them good. She watches Kyuu (Froslass) disappear off into the surrounding woods.
“We’ll have plenty of time to scale the rest of the mountain tomorrow. For now, it’s time to relax. So tell me Dawn, what have you been up to as of late?” Cynthia asks once they’ve settled down around the campfire.
“I’ve been wandering around a little recently; you know, revisiting some of the cliffs and mountains that I didn’t get to really explore years ago. I’ve also taken a liking to breeding Pokemon and hatching eggs. It’s…surprisingly therapeutic?” She hopes Cynthia wouldn’t judge her for the past time she has recently discovered that she needed all along. Hatching eggs is sentimental yet mindless to her, relieving her of the slightly stressful days of battling. Not that she doesn’t enjoy training and battling, of course, but everyone deserves a break once in a while. Especially when you’re an inwardly competitive freak (like Dawn).
Dawn leans back a little to reach for her backpack. She grabs canned soup and tosses Cynthia the bread. Azure (Lucario) takes the can from Dawn, cutting it open easily, then busies herself with pouring the contents into a pot of water and heating it. She’s got an affinity for cooking, that one.
Dawn turns back to Cynthia.
“What about you? Been up to any myth hunting lately?”
Cynthia had been taking drinks of the water that Dawn had handed her, feeling a bit parched after their hike today. It was certainly nice to just be out in the wilderness, hiking with someone she cared for. Dawn was always someone that fascinated Cynthia. Her skills in battle were impressive, and there was always this passion behind everything, even if it was buried beneath something else.
As the two sat around the fire, the Champion listened to what Dawn had been up to lately. Hatching eggs…so she had found a passion for Pokemon breeding. Admittedly, she had never attempted the art, instead busied herself with ancient texts and various dusty artifacts. She preferred cave exploration and what came with it, danger. But she had always been just a little bit of a careless hunter in that regard. Danger held no meaning, not when she was off hunting. “You know I’ve heard that too. I’m glad you’ve found something you love! It’s important to have that in your life, less you be a slave to work.” Like she was one to talk.
Snapping herself out of her train of thought with a bread tossed in her direction, reflex kicked in and she snatched it from the air, beginning to prep it for their meal. Dawn had busied herself with soup preparations. There were many things she wanted to know about Dawn, but she was sure she would learn in time.
As for her recent myth hunts…well…there was always some form of tale to be told. Cynthia was always going off on escapades to potential trails. “Oh! Well actually something rather fascinating happened recently. I found a very very old cave system, that held the Azure Flute! I couldn’t believe my eyes! It’s currently in the museum and that’s my current project to research. I’m very curious to see what secrets wait for me at the end of this project. Well anyway…I have to say, I didn’t know you were a cook too, Dawn. You’re a woman of many talents I see.”
A Challenger Appears || Caspian & Cynthia
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Caspian has come to a stop in the midst of Sinnoh’s most noteworthy historical museum, not because he finds himself engrossed in the region’s lore (as would have been the case a few minutes before), but rather to question the presence of one of the more recent additions to the collection.
He stares at the object on display for a long time, as if it is staring right back at him, mirroring the contemplation written across his face. Unlike every other artifact in this museum, the aptly named “Azure Flute” in front of him was hardly noteworthy, not tied to the overarching story of Sinnoh’s history like everything else he had seen. Perhaps it was still being researched? The inscription only said that it seems to have some significance to Arceus.
Hah. What a wild claim! In comparison to the extremely elaborate descriptions and claims of the other artifacts, and the way they all so perfectly seemed to fit into the tale of Sinnoh and its legendary Pokemon. In comparison, this instrument was just… anticlimactic. The only noteworthy thing perhaps, is that it was donated by the famous Cynthia Davenport.
“What a waste,” Caspian mutters aloud at last, to no one in particular, with brows still furrowed. “It’s one thing to find an artifact, but another entirely to make such an arrogant, unfounded claim…!” Honestly, what sort of use would a god like Arceus have with such an ugly, old flute?
Cynthia Davenport, Sinnoh Champion and myth hunter had been prowling around the museum greeting those who came to see the once lost to time Azure Flute. She had finally uncovered its origins after what seemed like months of agonizing dead ends. But one day, she discovered a cave, almost completely hidden by time. The only indication that there was even something there…were the strange markings leading deep into an underground cavern.
The journey leading up to finding the flute wasn’t as dangerous as she thought, and that was concerning. She was expecting some form of powerful Pokemon to stop her but…nothing ever came. She had spent the last several weeks trying to uncover more of its secrets, and what ties it held to her homeland. But so far, only vague clues were uncovered. And Cynthia had lost many sleepless nights to her research.
Many that came to the exhibit were in awe that she had managed to uncover such an ancient artifact. But she still wasn’t satisfied. She wanted to know more. Cynthia always wanted to know more. Making her way toward the mysterious flute, she saw a man observing her discovery. While she hadn’t wanted to stay long, because there was always more research to be done…she had overheard him. And now…she was poised to strike.
Cynthia was a woman of patience, elegance, and composure. However, it seemed as though she was about to be tested on all three of those fronts. Her passion was ancient artifacts and lore, and some uninformed buffoon was making statements he had no business making. Swiftly moving through the crowd, she then paused, moving slower to appear a short distance away from him. Her irritation was all but brimming underneath her calm facial features. To those keep enough to pick up on it, harsh words were bound to be unleashed…very soon. “Oh? There isn’t an immediate answer to artifacts once lost to time. I will have you know, that the ‘unfounded and arrogant’ claim is being researched and proven as we speak. Ancient stone carvings of the Legend dating to prehistoric times is hardly considered such things.”
Blondes Just Wanna Have Fun | | Cynthia & Lusamine
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Lusamine listened to the other. Cynthia Davenport, a name that absolutely dripped in good taste and good genes. It evoked wealth, beauty, power. And she was a champion? A good choice in companion indeed. She shook her head at the idea of being interrupted, continuing to listen to the other. Mythos? She was a researcher…
“The mythos of Alola is rich and vast, and can be felt most everywhere. You might go to the volcano, or the icy peaks, or into a dense forest, everywhere in Alola has a wondrous beauty. I’ve studied the region for years, now. The environment, everything here is beautiful.”
She took a moment to compose her dreamy state, thinking more specifically.
“Perhaps the Ruins of Life, Cynthia,” she said. “It is said that life is born there, and is home to one of the guardians of Alola.”
Careful, Lusamine. Don’t go getting any crazy ideas about the Tapus.
The Ruins of Life? There was absolutely no way Cynthia was going to leave Alola without seeing these ruins. According to Lucinda’s words, not only was life said to be born there, but there rested a Legend. Eyes now set in a much more determined fashion, Cynthia looked over to her new blonde companion. She too was a researcher. Perhaps they could exchange notes on what they knew and studied.
“This sounds…fascinating! I can’t say no to a good myth like this. Lore of all regions is my passion. My studies have led me to…very interesting places. From what I can see, this entire region just seems so full of life and excitement, and yet peaceful. It’s odd…but I rather like it.” The Champion pondered for a moment or two, thinking long and hard on how exactly she was going to get there, and where this place even was.
“Lucinda, would you mind taking me there? I think exploring old ruins sounds like a wonderful way to spend my mandatory vacation! Besides, it’s not like they can make me stop researching while I’m away in another region.” That last part made her laugh. Of course they couldn’t make her take a real vacation. They must have been out of their minds. One does not simply make Cynthia Davenport sit still.
Fine Print | | Cynthia & Emmet
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Nimbasa City, Unova…where industry and technology reigned supreme, and it had the Sinnoh Champion absolutely fascinated. Her feet carried her away toward downtown, where surely there was bound to be exciting shops and venues to scope out. She had been here to see the Battle Subway, but it appeared that downtown was too distracting to actually get her there. Well…she could always just poke around a little bit. A little exploration never hurt anyway, or at least Cynthia would like to think so.
Moving along with the bustling crowd of Nimbasa was something she had to get used to. Crowds she could deal with, moving in them was an entirely different beast. Tugging on her black coat, she darted into a nearby coffee shop, sighing in relief. The masses just continued to move, and if one wasn’t careful, it could be so easy to get lost in the motions, not really knowing where you were or how to get to where you actually needed to go.
Adjusting her coat again, she began to think about what she even wanted for a drink. Did she want one? That was a dumb question of course she wanted one. A rather nice iced coffee…French vanilla flavored that was the ticket. Before she could make her way up to the counter, her eyes spotted someone very familiar to the tabloids she kept up on. That man was none other than the Subway Boss, Emmet Hildebrand. Smiling, she slid over to him. “Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here. Subway Boss Emmet Hildebrand, I didn’t know you liked coffee. Would you like to join me for coffee today? I’m still new in the city, but taking a short break from work never hurt anyone, hmm?”
Rock Pass (PMD Event) | | Cynthia & Michael
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Cynthia was in way over her head with this one, but this opportunity wasn’t something she could let slip by. She had heard a story once, that there was a rock so psychic it could read your mind and talk to you. It rested on top of a mountain, to test your strength of body and mind, and she wanted to see it for herself…for science! The world needed to know if this story was just a story…or if there was truth in the old words.
Meandering her way down the path toward the Explorer’s Guild, she was a Dragonair on a mission. After all, those who knew of Cynthia’s escapades tended to avoid getting roped into it. Sadly, or perhaps not so sadly, she had grown to have a reputation for sticking her nose in dangerous stories and getting herself into a heap of trouble with several members from the guild. They saw her, and people tended to…avoid making eye contact.
She honestly couldn’t blame them, but she had always been too curious for her own good. The knowledge needed to be spread, and she had uncovered some daring myths to expose and prove. She had already plotted the best route to make it to their destination in a timely manner, barring any distractions or road blocks along the way. Making her way inside the guild hall, she looked around to see that almost everyone had already looked down when they noticed her enter. They knew she was here for someone else, some poor soul to go with her on another one of her myth hunts.
After surveying the crowd for a bit longer, she found someone interesting. Spotting the Houndoom in question, she made her way over to him, tilting her head to the side. “I would like to request some company on one of my newest discoveries! Michael! I don’t think we’ve gotten to travel together yet! Could you accompany me to Rock Pass? I think there’s something very interesting up there.”
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((Greetings my dear Anon! I do not accept m!as, BUT! You are free to bother Cynthia with questions and whatnot, and to send her prompts on the rp memes I reblog on anon if you like. I hope that answers your question! Thanks!))
Beat the heat [ Cynthia ]
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“Come along, dear, we are almost there to the cafe. And, also, are you not scorched in your coat? The humidity is already making my dress attach itself to me, so I can’t even imagine.” Her comment and tone were not one of disrespect, just curiosity.
Spotting the cafe nearby, Glacia stood behind a few others who wanted to leave the humidity in favor of a cooler place. When the line started to move, Glacia could already imagine the food(s) and beverage(s) available once they are seated. Even if it was not voiced aloud, Glacia was also famished. It had not been a long day, but it felt like the hours continued on even if Glacia, herself was waiting for challengers to defeat or pass them through to Drake as their next challenge.
Glacia was not surprised to hear Steven’s name. It is no secret, at least to her, that she is quite proud of the Champion(s) of Hoenn. Secretly, she thinks of them as the pride of Hoenn. Is that cheesy? Maybe. For Steven and Wallace, she feels like they are both her grandsons; however, she does NOT voice this aloud.
Shaking her head, her expression shows an apologetic one. “I have not heard anything, my dear. However, if Steven is at the League, I will be sure to let you know? May we exchange PokeNavi contact, so we may keep in touch?”
Once Cynthia stepped back outside, she felt like she was dying. Her choice in attire was…not her best idea. Next time, she was ditching the entire outfit in favor of a tank top and a pair of comfortable capris. Because this coat was going to kill her. The blonde smiled, chuckling to herself. “Ah…I didn’t make a very good choice wearing this here. It’s…very warm. Black was a bad decision. I’m so used to the cold weather in Sinnoh that this weather is very difficult for me.”
But at least she was stylish. Her heels clicked along next with Glacia, looking at the nearby attractions and people wandering about. She had the biggest craving for a cold tea right about now, and it was going to be the best cold tea she would ever have. Or at least that’s what she thought it would be like. Humming to herself, she moved along in line, pondering on what sort of tea she wanted. Sweet tea sounded delicious, so she might snag something like that to sip on while she and Glacia talked.
“Oh no that’s fine! I thought if you had heard some interesting stories we could share. I swear, Steven is one of the hardest people to get a hold of…but that’s alright. I’m not exactly easy to find either.” Pausing, Cynthia retrieved her device, handing it to Glacia. “Yes I’d like that very much! Besides, it’s nice to have some girl time every now and then, right? So, what sort of drink were you thinking about getting? I have my sights set on a nice ice cold sweet tea.”
Old Mythos New Trouble | | Cynthia & Lucas
starter for @yugurex
In one of her latest escapades, Cynthia had found herself wandering the large and expansive library on the hunt for a book said to contain old legends and maybe even some secrets to mysteries lost to time. It was something the blonde couldn’t refuse, and as her heels clicked along the linoleum, she found her steps much more relaxed than normal. This was a treat for her, to explore these lost mythos.
Making a sharp turn to her left and up a staircase, she set her sights on a bookshelf that hadn’t been touched in years. At least, that’s what it looked like. Everywhere she looked, dust seemed to line the shelves of stories and documentation long since abandoned by normal traffic. With her black coat trailing behind her, Cynthia weaved in an out of the bookcases, hunting for her lost book. She mused to herself, that she of all people would be the one to venture into the most unexplored and frequently forgotten parts of any library. And in all actuality, it was where most people would find her if they really wanted to get a hold of her.
Pausing, she turned her head to examine a couple titles and authors, noticing the wear on the spines and letters beginning to fade to time. She had to resist the urge to pick up the worn leather bound book, knowing she could get lost in those pages and distracting herself from the goal. Meandering down farther, to almost the end of the bookcase, her hand reached for the spine trimmed in gold. Her focus was too involved with the goal at hand, and she didn’t even see a very familiar face until their hands had the same destination. Surprise rested on her face, but it was soon replaced with a warm smile. “Lucas! I didn’t know you also liked to wander the abandoned reaches of the library, for old mythos no doubt. How have you been?”
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Rui
IOU - N/A
UOI - Cheren, Michael, Wes, Morty
Plotting - Emmet
Kimmi
IOU - Morty
UOI - Bianca, Moon, Theo, Clara
Cynthia
IOU - Lucas(starter),
UOI - Lusamine, Cheren, Glacia, Dawn, Green, Flint
Plotting - Volkner,
