Kiss My Boots ~

I'm Effie. You'd better learn my name, because I'm going to be the one ruling the world one day. <3

[bigrocketshortfuse]

Offer You Can't Refuse || (Effie & Beaumont)

[bigrocketshortfuse]

Something seemed very off. And no, it wasn’t the whole unsavory business deal with some wealthy brat out of nowhere that had him feeling that way. If she was as rich and prestigious as she said, why wasn’t she asking some professional pokemon thief instead of some random one she’d found in an alley? And besides that, she didn’t seemed all too impressed with him. So, why him?

As he silently mulled that over, and as hard as he tried not to, he’d accidentally caught her eye. His stomach tied itself into an uncomfortable knot in the pit of his stomach. The bad feeling he had about this whole thing was unshakable, and that said a lot when his current career of choice was being apart of a powerful crime syndicate. He had a feeling that she wasn’t about to take no for a valid answer.

He definitely wasn’t scared of some little girl.

He lip curled with his rising anger. Darn it all to fudging heck, he was so pissed. If he thought he could punch a little girl and not kill her, he would have put some serious consideration into it. No, wait. He was trying to control his stupid anger issue. Right. He took a breath, counted, and breathed out from his nostrils. “Don’t try and intimidate me. I’m not stupid. I know how that works.” He narrowed his eyes at her, then looked another direction.

"And don’t think you’ve won, because you haven’t, but…" He cleared his throat. It took everything he had to not punch himself out. "… rent is due in a week. And I’m bored. And it’ll be easy. So. What do you want?"

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Effie's lips curled into a coy smile. "Oh, you aren't? You certainly had ME fooled." Finally, things were turning a corner, and it was starting to look like the little Sinclair was gonna get what she wanted. The rocket had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. 

"My big brother, Gideon, has a little Espurr. She's practically his baby, since he's a celibate, self-hating masochist and that's about as close as he'll ever get to having one. See, I really want to stick it to him, but, as you can imagine, I can't do this job myself. I need a man on the inside, doing the grunt work."

Effie reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bag, jingling with money. To her, it was just pocket change, but she expected that to this man, it could feed him with five stars for over a month. The girl gave a cat-like smirk, her eyes narrowing as her head tilted slightly.

"Here's your incentive. The rest comes later. I want the Espurr." For emphasis, she shook the coinpurse again.

"So, little fish, do we have a deal?"

[bigrocketshortfuse]

Offer You Can't Refuse || (Effie & Beaumont)

[bigrocketshortfuse]

If Effie already thought he was stupid, the way he gaped at her really hit that nail in the friggin coffin. There was no way for him to look any stupider. Not even if he tried. “Uh,” Beau furrowed his brow, staring at her with an all new level of incredulity - which, off topic, was a very good word. He’d been practicing.

"…Hold on. What?" He held up his hands, admitting his defeat in even trying to comprehend this situation at hand. Working for Team Rocket, you experience a lot of crazy things, but this was something on it’s own. He’d never had a little girl approach him so readily nor had he ever been offered employment by one before. Seriously, where were this kid’s parents? Did they just skip the whole ‘don’t talk to strangers, especially not ones that look like thugs’ lesson because that seemed pretty basic. Standard education there. 

He couldn’t let this throw him off, not as much as it did, and he quickly tried to recollect himself. He cleared his throat, standing up just a little straighter. “You look,” He tried to speak calmly, but it had been so obvious that he’d been thrown for a ridiculously big loop. “In case you didn’t see the big red ‘R’ here,” He tapped at his chest, “I’m a part of the infamous Team Rocket. Your little berry fund money isn’t enough to hire a thief like me.” Nor would it be worth the risk of getting caught for, he was sure. “So just…go home, or something.”

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Effie kept her eyes trained on the man in front of her. Although it hadn't seemed possible at first, he really did seem to be getting dumber by the moment. What about her offer did he not understand? Did he think he was being sly by pretending he had no idea what she was saying? Ugh; pathetic. But soon, it became clear that he was trying to weasel his way out of this little shindig. It almost felt as if SHE were the thug in the alley and this burly simpleton was the hapless bystander. Well, Effie wouldn't have it any other way.

"Team Rocket? That outdated little band of pickpockets? Ha!" The rival threw a hand in the air for emphasis. "You hardly seem up to snuff, even for a weak little posse like them. And the money I have could be in your pocket tomorrow, instead of paying for yet another Furret shawl." She sneered at him, her pouty lips for once not curled into a cat-like smile. "I can practically hear your stomach growling from here, little fish. So I'll tell you again..."

Effie took another step forward, her entitled presence oozing forward. "My family is richer than any little small-time Merian Sea Vacationers you could imagine. The Sinclairs, heads of the Professional Pokemon WORLD could line your pockets, all of them, without batting an eyelash. I want to steal a Pokemon, and that's what you do, right? So, it only stands to reason that we have a deal. That is, unless you want to hold your position as the dumbest little rocket who ever lived."

Arceus, she was getting annoyed at this point. No matter the peril, who could say no to a Sinclair? Not just for the money, but for the fear of what they'd do to you if you didn't comply with their demands. Well, Effie never stopped to think about her less-than-intimidating frame. All the same, she stood firm, her eyes practically radiating intensity. 

[bigrocketshortfuse]

Offer You Can't Refuse || (Effie & Beaumont)

[bigrocketshortfuse]

This would be easy. Almost too easy. Snatching Pokemon from a stumbling drunk was easier than stealing candy from a baby. Not that he’d ever tried for an accurate comparison, he usually avoided dealing with any human under the age of 20, but he figured drunks cried a little less. Most of the time. Beau smirked, slowly sneaking up on the man. He pressed his back against the wall, waiting for the opportunity to strike. Just a little more. A little more. He leaned just outside of the shadows, reaching an arm out to grab at the Pokeballs dangling from his belt. He stretched his fingers, just grazing the edge of the ball and—

He let out a wild yelp, quickly ducked back behind the wall, and whirled on whoever in the hell thought it’d be funny to sneak up on him like that with a clenched fist raised. Really, who does that? He oughta teach them a damn good lesson. With widened eyes and heaving chest, his heart hammering, Beau stared down at the…young girl… the really, really young girl. Did her parents never teach her to approach big, scary criminals in dark alleyways? Not to startle them? Anything? He felt like this was a pretty basic. If his parents could teach him that, then certainly her parents must have.

And then, she tried to strike up an offer. If he hadn’t been completely and totally thrown off before, he was now. It took a moment for him to collect himself, breathing hard through his nose, and he swallowed hard before speaking. “Excuse me…?” He sounded a little breathless. He raised his brow. “…Look, I don’t know what you think I do, but I don’t do /that/.”

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Effie jumped a bit when the man let out a little yelp. She hadn't expected a man of his size to be so jumpy. He was like a big jittery cat, eyes as wide as dinner plates with a cold sweat on his brow. Effie raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at him, trying to size him up. He didn't look too smart, but thugs could be surprising, she guessed. 

"Oh, you don't? You don't steal Pokemon, you mean?" Effie cocked her hip and tossed her hair back a little coyly, "I find that hard to believe, having caught you with your hand in the candy jar." Arceus, how gullible did he think she was? Did he always use a line like this when he got caught in the act? Pathetic...but it didn't mean the plan had to necessarily fall through. At least she had his attention...

"Look, you're obviously a thug, and any smart thug is one for hire, so let me make you a deal. I want a certain Pokemon that isn't mine. You obviously have a lot of experience in that area. We're a perfect match. There's a lot of money in it for you if you do this one little job for me. Now, are you listening?"

Effie's lips curled into a smile. Of course he was. What impoverished pickpocket wouldn't be? She was practically tickled pink being this close to driving Gideon over the edge. He was in for it. 

[executionerimouto]

Event Special! - Sinclair Summer Sass - [Effie & Gideon]

[astralemperor]

  Gideon lifted Sofia from the sand and dusted her off. “Dear sister, what in our relationship would make you think I would do that for you?” With a soft psychic shove, he knocked his little sister to her rear and turned to head back into the manor.  A few moments later, two of the butlers came out onto the beach and collected Effie’s suitcases, bringing them inside for her. Gideon was nowhere to be seen. He’d most likely locked himself in his room, or found a quiet secluded corner of the house to relax in. However, there was no hiding forever. At 7pm precisely, the kitchen bell rang, announcing that dinner was served. Gideon, who’d been holed up in the library for the past few hours, sighed and closed his book. “I suppose it would be rude to waste Chef’s hard work and food. Come Sofia.” He scooped the snoozing cat from a chair and carried her down to the dining room. Effie wasn’t there yet when they arrived, so at least things were starting to look up. Creamy seafood stews, succulent crab legs, buttery lobster, it was a feast for the senses that Gideon had missed from his time with the Elite. “Now this is living my love.”

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Now sitting on the soft sand, Effie rolled her eyes and examined her pointed nails. Nothing new on Gideon's part- he was always one for dramatics. Not that she was much better, but...

As the butlers came out and fetched her bag, Effie snapped her fingers to alert one to help her up. "I'm alright, I'm alright. Just Gideon with his useless annoyances again." Since Effie was capable of thinking one step ahead in every situation, she had figured that her brother would try something like that, but playing the weakling was sometimes a better offense than actual fighting. For now, she would slither back to her room and get ready for round 2. 

As the dinner bell rang, Effie finished combing her bubblegum hair and adjusted the ruffles on her red cocktail dress. It had been a gift from her mother, and of course, it fit like a glove, especially with her new Vulsace patent shoes. Effie wondered what would be served for dinner. Perhaps seafood, since they were so close to the water. Nothing but the best for the Sinclairs, of course. And Gideon would be there. Nothing like prodding him for a while longer. Or, maybe....

A devious plan started to form in the rival's mind as she opened the door of her room and descended the long stairway into the dining hall. Gideon could be of use for a little bit of fun, whether he knew about it or not. As his silver hair came into view, Effie entered the room quietly, only preceded by the clicking of her heels. As their eyes met, she offered a polite but sharp smile and walked over to the banquet, not saying a word. The first move would be his today. 

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[bigrocketshortfuse]

Offer You Can't Refuse || (Effie & Beaumont)

The night was young, just a few hours old, and the time for nefarious deeds was nigh. Or now. The time was probably now, but Beau would always take an extra couple of minutes just to get ready. Then he’d dodge questions from his roommate on where he was going and what he was doing. (“Get off my friggin back, Mom.”) And then, he’d stop for a quick snack on the way out.

Chewing on a strip of jerky, Beau stepped out onto the streets to begin his night of aforementioned criminal activities. Tonight would be a good night, He thought. He’d commit a couple of thefts, hopefully snag something rarer than the common pidgey, and make enough to buy himself decent meals for the next few days. Eat like a king during hard times, right? And on the off chance he couldn’t find anything rarer, he knew where he could find a web of spinaraks just waiting to be caught and traded. Nasty little bastards.

Annnnd…

Beau rounded the street corner, shedding his jean jacket to reveal a large, red R plastered across his chest. And now, you’re in business. Steal Pokemon for profit. Exploit Pokemon for profit. Blah, blah, blah. Something, something. Team Rocket.

It didn’t take long to find his first victim. He laid in wait, hiding in the shadows of a dirty alleyway, and quietly watched the drunken man stumble his way along the sidewalk. Sufficiently intoxicated and hardly able to stand… yeah, this guy would be an easy target. He pulled a pokeball off his belt, though he was certain he wouldn’t need it, and crawled out from the shadows. Alright, easy now… nice and quiet…  

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Effie sighed, leaning against a solid brick wall. She'd been stewing over a plot to take Gideon down a peg for days. Spending time with him recently, she'd found him to be just a little too impertinent and decided he needed to be taught a lesson in humility. "Put in his place," if you will. But nothing was coming to her, even with her expertly strategic mind. It wasn't so easy as just spreading a rumor about him or ruining a few of his shirts. Gideon would brush those off, or worse, take them in stride. And as much as she hated to admit it, Effie wasn't in a position to annihilate him in battle just yet. She didn't doubt the power of her team, but she simply didn't have all the badges yet, and Gideon was an elite, after all. He wouldn't hold back at all.

That was when she noticed the burly ruffian shedding his jacket and stalking like a panther into an alley. The rival couldn't make out his shirt's logo at first, but he definitely seemed like the unsavory type. Maybe he was a thief? A sticky-fingered thug for hire? Ideas suddenly began to pour into Effie's happy little mind. What did Gideon love most in this world? What would drive him to hysterics if it were to be....misplaced? Of, course; Sophia. She was practically his baby- the little darling he always wanted but would never admit to. After all, with all the self-mutilating hate he put himself through, Gideon had to direct his bleeding-heart SOMEWHERE, and the little Espurr was the conduit. Brilliant. Now, to make the deal.

Effie steeled herself and turned on her heel, walking boldly up behind the Rocket, heels clicking. She'd always liked that sound; it was domineering and assertive. It let people know to watch out. About a yard away, she stopped, putting a hand on her hip and using the other to flip her strawberry bangs aside, her fur capelette fluttering.

"You. Big guy. How'd you like to make some money? I have a job for you." She smirked. The cat was practically in the bag. 

[executionerimouto]

Event Special! - Sinclair Summer Sass - [Effie & Gideon]

[astralemperor]

"The damage to my liver may be permanent, but it’s nowhere near as bad as the emo-" He stopped in his tracks and bit his tongue quickly. He was about to make a jab about the emotional damage their parents had done. As much as he wanted to win their little quip off, it was far too cruel to go that route. And what bragging rights would he have? That he made his sixteen year old sister cry? No…not even he could be proud of that type of victory.

Gideon chose to ignore his little sister’s comments. She just wanted to draw a rise from him. However…this was Effie. She would take silence as admission, just as she would take denying it as being in denial. But he was growing tired of fighting. When he had first met Effie, he was terrified. Another family member…..something he didn’t know how to handle. Did he show it love or disdain? But then it sunk in that she was like him at that age, scared and unloved….He wanted to be the best big brother he could be. He’d sought out Hestia and questioned her about how an elder sibling should act…..then Effie revealed her claws and he was rather done with her. If she wanted a fight he’d give her one. However, now he was wishing he had just kept to the original plan. Maybe they could start over this summer. Become the family that neither of them had. Well, that was until she threatened his precious one. 

Gideon sat up and removed his sunglasses, giving Effie a look as frigid as a Cygnus blizzard. “My dearest little sister. If you ever make a threat like that again, I’ll take responsibility as your guardian, pull you over my knee and take to your rear with my belt until you learn the definition of humility.” And to show he was done with her little games, he lifted one of her bags and tossed it to the waters edge. “You’d better fetch that before the water ruins your knock off Louis Vaporeon.”

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Effie could see Gideon's eyes go hard. It wasn't so much out of winning or losing; her older brother looked forlorn, almost wistful. It was sort of pathetic. What the hell was he thinking about? Didn't he know that it was rude to get lost in thought while talking to someone? She wanted to know immediately what he was thinking, but it had to wait, as in a hot instant, the older man's expression went completely dark. Ah, so it was little Sophia again, as always. The Elite was so easy to read, and even easier to predict. Effie guessed that that was why he, unlike the rival, could not maintain a record of undefeated victories. 

"Don't make promises you can't keep, dear brother," she sneered, the venom in her words as biting as the rest of her. 

Effie rolled her eyes as Gideon tossed her bag toward the water. "You would never believe that I'm the YOUNGER sister, would you? Tantrums are your specialty as of late, aren't they?" But there was really very little time to squabble- that bag actually did have some pretty expensive and important things in it. Even so, Effie couldn't step down and admit defeat. 

"Idiot, go get my bag this instant."

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Excuse me? You think you can keep up with the infamous Effie Sinclair? That's a laugh. I'll tear your throat out <3

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Event Special! - Sinclair Summer Sass - [Effie & Gideon]

[astralemperor]

Gideon finished his drink and swirled the glass softly, enjoying the clinking of the ice cubes within. “Whisky is the poor man’s brandy. I’m drinking Merian spiced rum. Not that I’d expect you to recognize the difference. The last time you had whisky was most likely when the nanny was dabbing it on your gums when you were teething. And judging by your body that was most likely a few years ago.”

He gave an exasperated sigh and sneered at her. “Why dearest sister. I thought you knew, I’m not interested in pleasure of the physical. And no one can mentally stimulate me as you can. And even that barely keeps me awake.” He stretched out on his beach chair and adjusted his glasses. “Tell me, are you going to be flirting with boys all summer and then cowering in virgin fear when they whip their cock out? Though with all the bragging you do I’m sure you’ve popped that little cherry of yours by now.” Effie talked big talk when it came to sex, but she had never even attempted to walk the walk. Not that Gideon had either. He’d never been sexually attracted to anyone…or romantically for that matter.

"As easy as it would be for me to carry your bags for you….I’d much rather stew in a mixture of self-loathing, sunscreen and MaiTais. Besides, Sophia is enjoying herself and I don’t want to take my eyes off of her, nor do I want to separate her from her play."

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Effie gave a little leer at her tipsy brother as he retorted to her many jabs. He was in rare form today; usually, the elite was too solemn to go for the jugular. At least today he would be entertaining. "I'm only sixteen, dear brother. I have plenty of room to grow. Unlike yourself, I fear. The damage you've done to your liver is, unfortunately, irreversible." Hmm- not far she could go with this thread of insults. She'd have to wait for him to give her something better....

Ah, there it was. It'd be difficult to turn this one around, especially since it was so personal, but Effie had thick skin. Maybe not as thick as she'd like to admit, but she barely batted an eyelash at the slurs. "I don't believe you. Self-loathing types like you are always the ones who take it most readily from behind, crying all the while. I could help you find the right whips and chains, if you'd like." It was very cold to say something like that to another person, but Effie had long since forgotten the sting of guilt she felt when she hurt someone. In fact, she got a warm, fuzzy feeling inside now when she watched someone squirm in discomfort. 

Unfortunately, Gideon's eyes saw far more than just some random pissant's, and the icy comments about her virginity were the first to really hit home. Yes, Effie was a virgin. Yes, she was a flirtatious minx who relished in tormenting boys and watching them eat their own tails for a chance at a little action (not that she was willing to indulge them, of course). But the idea of being....taken....it made her positively irate. Being overwhelmed by emotions, being out of control, letting someone else take control over HER? It was just NOT going to happen. Effie saw herself as the Queen in every way- no King needed. But she had to keep calm in the face of this onslaught- after all, this bickering war was just like any other battle, and Effie wouldn't back down. So, she let this comment slip past, too.

Effie rolled her eyes at her brother's dismissal of her request. "Sophia will be FINE. She can play with Berlioz. Just take my bags up and stop complaining. At least then you'll be somewhat USEFUL. Or I could leave her with Phillip or Ursula, although they have a fun habit of constricting their prey...." The rival couldn't help but smirk at that. She would NOT be crossed so easily. 

[surferdude1234567]

Surf's up, Brah! || (( Newt & Effie ))

[surferdude1234567]

He had been so sure that this girl was his next client. So sure. Like, a hundred percent sure. That is, he had been, up until she started pulling a away from him. And yelling. Mostly the yelling. He turned back, staring at her with furrowed brow as if he expected some sort of explanation to clear up any confusion he definitely had.

Brief silence fell between them as Newt slowly mulled things over in his mind. You know, now that she mentioned it, she was dressed oddly to go out into the ocean, or onto the beach at all. Stilettos weren’t exactly the surfers’ shoe of choice. “…Well, no. But like, I wasn’t gonna say anything.” Yeah, he thought it was weird, but who was he to give fashion advice? He wore board shorts instead of pants on a daily basis. So.

He slowly let go of her hand, still looking very confused. She didn’t seem to want to swim, nor did she seem to bring any of the preparations. Did she…? Something clicked in his mind, and he seemed all the more concerned. “…oh, lady dude, did you know that surfing is like best…on the ocean…? I mean, I can try to teach you on land, but I’ll tell you it’s not the same…”

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As Newt turned around, a look of confusion dawned over him and Effie could feel herself flaring up. This MORON- what the hell was he thinking dragging such expensive clothes toward the water? Maybe if she were wearing ridiculous, tacky board shorts like THOSE, it could be a discussion, but, first off, she would never be caught dead wearing them, and second, this obscenely rich getup was one-of-a-kind, and there was NO way she was going to take a dip in it. Even going over that in her head felt ludicrous.

The second the bronze man let go, Effie recoiled her hand. She was surprised that it had taken so long. Well, what could she say? He may have been dumber than a rock, but he was handsome. No harm in looking at the goods. Even so, his latest statement knocked her back into reality. "I...what? Are you serious?" Effie always attempted to be coy and dripping with devilishness, but this guy was SO obtuse that it threw her off completely. It was like a Seviper coiled tightly, deviously around a rock. A rock with a six-pack and a smiley face painted onto it.  

"I'm not even carrying a surfboard, how on EARTH would you expect me to try this on land?" The girl could feel her heart thudding faster. What the hell was a "lady dude", anyway? The whole scenario was just so ridiculous that she had to let out a curt laugh. "I'm not just anybody, you know. I'm the hottest rising star trainer in the region right now." Ah, yes. Repeating this mantra always made her feel better. Mmm. She was SURE that this would knock some chills into him. After all, why shouldn't the world be intimidated by Effie Sinclair?

[executionerimouto]

Event Special! - Sinclair Summer Sass - [Effie & Gideon]

[astralemperor]

"Oh, Hello dear sister. I didn’t recognize you with all that makeup caked across your face. Careful not to get too close to the water. We wouldn’t want you to melt." 

[executionerimouto]

Effie smirked at the half-conscious insult. "You must be drinking whisky, dear brother, because you could do much better than that. Did you get a head start? You look a little pink around the rim as it is." As delicious as it was to get her nails into the Elite this early, she did have a suitcase full of things to bring up to the beach house. Sure, she could summon a manservant or two to assist, but why? Making Gideon do it would be so much better. He couldn't just toss her things down the stairs- he was too proud for childish things like that. And if he refused, she could always tell on him...after all, Effie was not one to be stopped by antics.

"Will you be alone this summer? Should I be expecting anyone special in the house?" Despite Effie's coy smile, her intentions were very clear. "Is this going to be the summer of 'the one'? I've been DYING to meet him, you know. Someone just as pompous and neurotic as you, but self-loathing enough to share your bed."

Despite Gideon seeming to have gotten an early start on his drinking, Effie was wasting no time in getting herself properly ruffled up, either. But where her elder brother drank his problems away, Effie preferred to torment them. In her opinion, nothing could be solved without a good dose of cruel intention. Very few people had her respect, and the rival had never been the type of girl to mince words about what bothered her. But, really, what didn't?

With a flip of her perfect pastel hair, Effie yawned. "Big brother, are you going to help me with my bags, or are you just going to stand there hating yourself?" With a sharp nod, she gestured to the stairs.  

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Heads Will Roll - {OPEN}

[wildchargearion]

"It’s a what coat?" Arion tried to interrupt while the girl in front of him went ballistic. The boy’s Litleo, who had fallen out of her trainer’s jacket, scrambled behind him and hid behind his boot in fear.  

Arion stood frozen in place while Effie rambled about her priceless coat until she started to put a price on it. ”Wait wait wait, how much does this thing even cost. I’m sure I don’t have hardly enough to pay you back for it,” he stammered, putting his hands up in defense. ”I don’t run around with my entire bank account in my pocket…. nor do I think I’d have enough in that account anyway…” The boy trailed off, his brain already giving him the mayday alert based on what he imagined the cost to be.  

"I’m not a hot shot trainer or anything. Heck, I grew up on a farm. I very much doubt I’d have enough to reimburse you," Arion excused. "I’m really, truly sorry for what happened. I just know I can’t pay you back with actual money. Is there anything else I can possibly do?"  This girl was going to kill him.

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As Effie retracted her hand, her brow furrowed. This cheap ingrate thought that he was going to just destroy her property and get off scott-free? There was not a chance in HELL of that happening. Even if she had to pry it out of his dead, clawed fingers, Effie would make this bumpkin pay for his error. But money would obviously not be the method, nor did she really even need it. It was the principle of the thing. Maybe this boy's humiliation would be enough? Yes, it was sounding good already. Effie cocked one bony hip and placed an elegant hand on it, her nose raised high.

"And what exactly does a poor farm boy have to offer a baroness like me? If you're not going to pay, you'd better have something equally valuable to give me. Like your blood, sweat, and tears. Or do you have a better suggestion? I'm all ears, dumpling."

Effie tapped her foot, her steely gaze piercing as harshly as she could make it. "Come, come. Don't waste my time. What have you got to offer me? Give me something, or I'll send you the bill for your travesty, and you won't be paid off until you're a feeble old man." Gods, she hoped he would squirm. What if he started crying? Oh, it was almost too delicious to fathom.

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Event Special! - Sinclair Summer Sass - [Effie & Gideon]

Effie stepped daintily up toward the biggest, prettiest building on the beach. The Sinclair Summer house was just as big and ornate as Effie had remembered it. The Merian Islands were sometimes the hotspots for big parties and rich big-wigs, but the Sinclairs had the unique luxury of owning almost an entire island just for themselves. And now, Effie got to enjoy it without having to worry about slack-jawed degenerates bothering her left and right over battles. No, this trip was about relaxing in the sun, swimming in the ocean and drinking exotic cocktails made by the wonderfully skilled Jacques. He practically lived on this island on the off-chance that a Sinclair would stop by for a little vacation. Well, today was that day.~

Effie smirked and adjusted her wide-brimmed hat as her wedges clicked on the ground. Who walked on sand when they didn't have to, right? Getting all these little grains in the straps did NOT suit Vivillon Wang. Ugh. Her family had bought up their own personal boardwalk for a REASON. If only there were some hot bodied young men for her to look at while sunbathing- otherwise, this could prove to be a pretty dull heatwave. Oh, well; at least the building had air-conditioning. 

In the distance, Effie could make out a gangly, pale man looking quite uncomfortable leaning against a palm tree. Of COURSE he would be here. The bumbling disgrace just couldn't make himself scarce, could he? But with a grim smile, Effie abandoned the thoughts about rippling abs and tight butts- torturing her big brother was almost too delicious to pass up. In a sick way she had never really addressed, Effie felt an uncomfortable amount of glee tormenting others. Seeing them squirm just did something tingly to her. This looked like the perfect opportunity to get some jollies in. She started walking toward him slowly, like a Seviper preying on a Buneary.

"What's this? Who is this disgusting wretch I see standing on my beach? This slumped, drooling monstrosity- oh, it's just you, Gideon. You look like you could use another Martini. Shall I ask Jacques to make one for you?" If her words weren't poisonous enough, her gaze definitely pulled it across.

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Lillian pulled her hand back at the rejection and shrugged her shoulders. Not her problem if this girl was too big for her britches.

"Well, there’s a bunch of shops in the city over; which is where I’m headed! Though uh, I didn’t really do anything. I think the ground did." She looked Effie up and down once more and laughed, "Those aren’t very good traveling shoes, y’know."

The meaner Effie got, the more Lillian smiled. What a card, this one! She was like….an angry Purrloin!

She froze at the mention of Gideon’s name, and then of mention of the Elites. However, she quickly composed herself, and shrugged. “Nahh, I’m just your friendly neighborhood nomad! Most of the time I live under my pokemon, ahahaha!” She laughed in reference of her Avalugg. Under normal circumstances she would have shrugged and admitted it; yeah, that’s her, Lillian of the Elite 4. But this girl….she had purpose, and was kind of scary about it.

A bit too tightly wound, if you ask her.

"But anyways, what’s your name, friend?"

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"The city over?" Effie repeated tiredly, "It'll have to do- I can't just traipse around in these tattered rags." It was a shame- she had really liked this pair, and of course, this was the first time she'd worn them. That was always how stockings went- runs for days the second you step out in them. When Lillian glanced down at her shoes, Effie brought her lips into a smirk. "They're not TRAVELING shoes, they're Purrsace's Rogue Collection." Honestly, some people just had no class. As much as she pretended to be annoyed by having to explain it, deep down, she took pride in schooling other people. It came with the territory of being a Princess. Her words, of course, and not those of the poor folks she met along the way.

Yet, for some reason, at the mention of her idiot brother, the girl seemed almost struck. It was only for a brief moment, but it was as if the lights in her eyes dimmed for a split second and then came back into life. How peculiar. "You certainly look clean for a Nomad, Lian." At the word "friend", Effie gave a slightly-unsubtle twitch. ".....Effie. Effie Sinclair. And I'm not your friend."