sleepy princess

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parade or paraid? | caitlin & fantina

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My my, that little girl who sat behind her butler in her castle really had grown up, though Fantina supposed that was to be expected of someone who had managed to become a member of the illustrious elite four. 

She glanced at the disassembled guns on the desk, chuckling absent-mindedly at Caitlin’s actions. Fantina had bought the guns to use them on galactic grunts, not Caitlin. The gym leader had come to talk not kill, and anyway, if Fantina had come to fight she would use her pokemon, the other woman had earned that at least. 

"Oui, I understand, physical confrontations can be so rough, si répréhensible" 

"Mon cher, you must forgive me, If it came across to you that this was anything more then you are mistaken, I mean it’s not like I have anything else to ask you…" 

"Like why you betrayedus?”

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Caitlin stiffens. As soon as she asked her question, she had her answer. She knew it was going to be brought up by someone eventually. It's something she asks herself every day; but she wouldn't come across as a torn, conflicted young woman. That would make her seem incredibly weak and there was no way she would allow someone as strong as Fantina to see that.

"Betrayed you?"

A small smirk forms on Caitlin's lips and she slowly walks toward an undamaged chair in the hotel's lobby. She sits down, folding her hands gently in her lap, and looks up at Fantina.

"I assume you are referring to my decision to keep things clean and peaceful? Would you truly consider that a betrayal?"

"I would rather not associate myself with a messy and violent rebellion. Truly a waste of time and energy, if you ask me."

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parade or paraid? | caitlin & fantina

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Fantina had always famously loved festivities such as this one, and her beloved Hearthome had never been bested with its lavish celebrations. So when her little birds had flown home to the nest and told her about the upcoming Parade in her city hosted by those who had taken it from her she had made preparations for herself and those men, women and others serving under her to… Gatecrash the party, specifically the hotel that the fous détestés were keeping their little prize in. 

Being the ex-leader of a Ghost type gym, Fantina had plenty of history with giftedindividuals, and had no reason to doubt that the younger girl had the powers that she was said to have, indeed, she had met the woman before, and she seemed to be the real thing. 

So it was that the rebels had known that Caitlin would have seen them coming for a while in advance, but Fantina maintained that the girl would rather have something to occupy her interest than bother telling her… Hosts? Regardless, it would appear that she had been proven right by the girl stepping out from the smoke without any Galactic escort. 

She patted her large, extravagant dress into shape and turned with a flourish, stopping to face Caitlin dead on. 

"Caitlin, ma douce enfant, ma petite princesse! It is just a Blessing to see you back here in Sinnoh, it’s been a tad stifling here lately. Oh, my how rude, it would seem that we have been a little rough with your guardians, you must forgive my compagnons d’armes.” 

Fantina chuckled, brushing her dress back, to show two pistol holsters strapped to her ankles. “I call my guns boucher et le dragon.”

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Ah, so she had been remembered. The pout her lips have formed remains firm as Fantina continues the pleasantries much to Caitlin's chagrin. She doesn't bother to retort at the comment about how roughly the rebels have treated the hotel and its Galactic occupants. She doesn't care. The only thing that bothers her is the disturbance; but she was well prepared for it.

Her eyebrows raise slightly as Fantina introduces her weapons, giving an entirely new meaning to the term 'armed and fabulous'. Caitlin doesn't want this meeting to become violent. She wants it over and done with as soon as possible so that she may return to Unova, to her regular routine.

"I see."

She shifts her weight, glancing around for any signs of ghost Pokemon. 

"Shall we get right to the point?" Caitlin asks, making a motion with her hand, taking Fantina's guns from her ankles into the air. She has them settle down on the lobby's desk and disassembles them with her power. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd rather discuss things without any possibility of a physical confrontation."

"What do you hope to accomplish by coming for me, Fantina?"

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parade or paraid? | caitlin & fantina

She is told by some grunt in Team Galactic to stay locked in her hotel suite, to make no noise, to make no moves, and it irritates the ever living out of her. No one orders her to do anything -- especially a no one like that. As if her psychic abilities weren't enough, Caitlin is more than aware of what had just happened. By the sounds of mild explosions, gunfire, and Pokemon, it's easy to deduce that there has been a raid by a party of the Resistance. 

Any idiot would know that a grand parade was to be held in Hearthrome City today, as an attempt to keep things moderately normal and exciting for citizens of Sinnoh. They would know that the Lady Caitlin, formerly of the Battle Castle, would be making an appearance -- as would any other important person of the region (if they were still around, of course). They wouldn't know, however, that Fantina and members of her rebel squad would be disrupting the activities before they even began.

Caitlin knew, though. She always knew. 

The blonde leaves her suite in a huff, brushing off any Galactic grunts with a flick of telekinesis as she heads down to the lobby. Everything is a giant mess and Caitlin rolls her eyes. How unnecessary, she thinks. Briefly, she wonders if Fantina would remember her and sort of hopes she doesn't. Her years at the Battle Castle weren't her proudest. 

"Fantina," she speaks, spotting the lavish woman through a smokescreen.

"I suppose I would expect nothing less than a showy entrance from you."

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caught. | open

It's quiet -- much too quiet. Quieter than it's been these last few days and Caitlin, for the life of her, cannot figure out why. She's been lounging in her suite at the Elite Four, awaiting tasks from Colress that just haven't come. Her visions haven't shown her anything new in terms of leaders making a move or the resistance moving forward with their revolution plans quite yet. She enjoys it, of course, as it reminds her of simpler times; but is wary all at once. The most peaceful calms often come before deadly storms, after all.

Caitlin feels the gentle touch from a breeze through a cracked, elegantly draped window and decides to take a walk around the property. Being out in the open does not worry her. Not only is she perfectly capable of protecting herself, but her questionable affiliations provide her with additional benefits.

She doesn't waste time and, with Musharna at her side, proceeds out into the refreshing air of this summer evening. Taking slow strides, she breathes in its sweetness and -- maybe -- even cracks the slightest of smiles as she feels a ray from the sunset hit her face. Caitlin cannot recall the last time she could take a moment from her day to do nothing but stroll around the Elite Four's grounds. Her schedule usually consists of challengers, public appearances, aiding her region's dictator, and sleeping. She always tries to sleep more than anything else. Everyone knows not to disturb her when she's sleeping.

A crackle and footsteps from a nearby wood make Caitlin extremely alert; eyes narrowed and bright, head sharply turned toward the noises. It's a human, she knows it.

 "Come out," Caitlin demands, her soft voice a perfect mask for her alliance. "There is no use hiding from me."