Paris is burning after all.

[Indie AU rp blog for Flare!Sycamore]

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"....There are no visible gender differences between a male Delphox and a female Delphox. It is not easy to identify a male from a female. What in the world are these children taught in their schools..."

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Sycamore watched the ruby-haired woman in front of him before looking at the pokeball he had been holding "Huh-- Alright, Jesse, it took longer than expected but here is your pokemon...Treat him well, they are very loyal pokemon but they do not take kindly to mistreatment." With the fair warning, Sycamore released the pokemon from its pokeball then handed it to her.

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"Mon dieu…She was right. I haven’t seen Lysandre anywhere in the base for a day or two now… Ou dans le monde est-il alle”

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  Just comes stumbling in before falling in front of Augustine, coughing and shaking. “Ehe… sick… tired… and sore… help me…”

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He blinked at the sound of footsteps and let out some sort of faint whine to show his distress at the sight of the man, "Mon dieu, Lysandre! Qu'est-ce qui s'est passe a toi?!" Sycamore asked quickly before kneeling down in front of the fallen man, attempting to pull him up a bit, laying Lysandre's head against his knees. "Leave it up to your stubborn self to find yourself in this condition! Adele!" Hearing her name, the Pyroar came out from under the desk and hurried to their side, making soft noises at Lysandre before nuzzling herself under the man's head, pushing Sycamore's knee away and using herself as a pillow for the man's head.

"Just stay here..." Augustine said before hurrying around the lab to search for something to aid Lysandre's condition.

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"Mon dieu...She was right. I haven't seen Lysandre anywhere in the base for a day or two now... Ou dans le monde est-il alle"

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Current number of Pokemon (719) via the National Pokedex provided by Bulbapedia, updated to Kalos. 

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Jessie laughed delightedly and grabbed the professor’s hand, running out of the lab, dragging him behind. They stayed like this as Jessie maneuvered the two of them through the dark hallways and out of the compound. 

"Isn’t it nice to see daylight again?" Releasing the professor’s hand, she turned to face him. "Where to now, Proffy? You’re free!"

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The professor simply obliged the other’s request and held onto her hand, following her down the corridors. All the while, he began to think of the consiquenses being outside would bring but just as he was about to speak up, he was blinded by the sunlight that poured in through the doors when Jesses opened them.

"Mon dieu…" He murmured to himself as he brought an arm above his head to shield his eyes, "Free if a light and kind way to put it. I am not free, just— Outside. I will have to return as soon as possible so let us hurry?"

Sycamore smiled at Jesse then began to walk, it had been some time since he was outside… Well without Lysandre to accompany him to be more precise. “Merci, mon chere…I very much appreciate what you are doing for me. But be aware that if he finds out, we will both be in serious trouble…”

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"He won’t find out, don’t worry." She rested an arm on his shoulder as they walked and turned her head to look at him. "If you really think he will, then we might as well get ourselves in trouble while we’re out, no?" she asked with a smirk. 

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"Sometimes I do find your logic ah-- Very hard to go against... I suppose you're right, if we are to be caught we might as well have fun and get caught in the progress." He said somewhat nervously.

Augustine frowned to himself as he walked with Jesse, he didn't have any of his pokeballs meaning no pokemon to use to defend himself if Lysandre did in fact find him. Surely the man wouldn't attack them but who knew? That Pyroar of his made his skin crawl and the pokemon glare was sure to have him running back to the base. "U--ugh." He shook the thought out of his head and gave a smile. Normally the only one Sycamore ever treated nicely was Lysandre despite his fear of the man but...Jesse did always find a way to get on the Professor's good side.

"So where to next, mon cher?"

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De rien. Votre Scyamore est très bon.

{ ooc; M- Merci, c'est tres apprecie, mon ami!! }

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Jessie laughed delightedly and grabbed the professor’s hand, running out of the lab, dragging him behind. They stayed like this as Jessie maneuvered the two of them through the dark hallways and out of the compound. 

"Isn’t it nice to see daylight again?" Releasing the professor’s hand, she turned to face him. "Where to now, Proffy? You’re free!"

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The professor simply obliged the other's request and held onto her hand, following her down the corridors. All the while, he began to think of the consiquenses being outside would bring but just as he was about to speak up, he was blinded by the sunlight that poured in through the doors when Jesses opened them.

"Mon dieu..." He murmured to himself as he brought an arm above his head to shield his eyes, "Free if a light and kind way to put it. I am not free, just-- Outside. I will have to return as soon as possible so let us hurry?"

Sycamore smiled at Jesse then began to walk, it had been some time since he was outside... Well without Lysandre to accompany him to be more precise. "Merci, mon chere...I very much appreciate what you are doing for me. But be aware that if he finds out, we will both be in serious trouble..."

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It really isnt too bad, but if you want to then do that

{ ooc; Alright But still merci, I appreciate the compliment, I don't get any of those at all. So it was a little surprising. }

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same anon - i love the way you write sycamore and your grammar isnt too bad!

{ ooc; A-Are you sure? I mean if my grammar is bad I wouldn't mind asking my friend to spell check for me }

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mun: is english not your first language? or are u writing sycamore like that?

{ ooc: I've been trying to play Sycamore in a certain way. Uh- Mainly the way being some English words skip his mind but no in general mun is French. English does not come easy to me, I apologize if my grammar is off, intentional or not. }

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Jessie studied his face while he spoke. Why did this professor intrigue her so much? She didn’t know the man at all. “I doubt it. He isn’t even around.” 

She approached the professor. “Come on, Sycamore. You look like you  need to have some fun.”

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Sycamore took a deep breathe then frowned at himself, getting up and walking towards her, "Are you sure he is not around? I wish to go out but I don't want to go against his orders.." The professor sighs. "Lead the way...But please have us back before he returns. I've much work to do as it is and I cannot do it if own of my arms is broken."

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"I need to get out of this lab more often." Sycamore takes a breath then exhales with a frown, "It’s not like he’ll allow it anyways." He just continues to blabber and mumble to himself instead of actually getting up and trying to climb and air vent or something.

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"You could just walk out the front door," Jessie says, leaning on the doorframe. 

"It isn’t that difficult."

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He seemingly raised a brow at her, "That is easy for you to do and say. If I leave this lab, Lysandre, will most likely hunt for me and I'd like to keep my arms-- how you say...Not broken like twigs, Jesse..."

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"I need to get out of this lab more often." Sycamore takes a breath then exhales with a frown, "It's not like he'll allow it anyways." He just continues to blabber and mumble to himself instead of actually getting up and trying to climb and air vent or something.

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He rubs the man’s back, “Of course you are…The fact that you’ve been mumbling to yourself and sulking backup that statement…”

   "I feel like I’ve let myself fall apart, Professor. I feel like I’ve let myself go and turn into a madman… I don’t know if I can put up with this for eternity.”

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"As much as I hate to admit it...Listen, Lysandre... I have always admired your dreams but I never imagined you'd go about in the way you did. You have become a madman and you've let your own greed run your life, you've not achieved what you want because maybe what you want is not what you need in your life."

Augustine sat besides him and continued to speak, maybe he could try again to convince the man to...Go about his life in a different way, "You are a madman but I know my friend is still somewhere in there, the one who wanted to help create a world worth living in...You don't have to kill anyone to achieve that, you know that..-- Right? By going about life like this you are only becoming what you wish to destroy. We can still create a perfect world, like we always talked about...But we cannot achieve that like this."

"The only reason I have stayed for so long is in hopes that maybe the Lysandre I knew would by some miracle...Wake up. Because the man I stand besides now...The man who nearly killed me, is not the man I know and love."

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