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i feel like i need an animated fc for madame -- does anyone have any suggestions?
"i could have sworn," madame begins, her voice like ice as she tips the remnants of her cigarette into an ashtray, "that i'd told my brat of a son i'd wanted nothing more to do with team rocket after i retired." finely waxed brows furrow, her eyes lifting from the pages of the magazine in her lap.
red lips are turned downward into a firm frown. her short, dark hair frames her pale face perfectly, like she'd spent hours to make it that way. her eyes, while as dark as her hair, are like glaciers.
"state your business, and make it snappy. i'd like to enjoy my day out with as few interruptions as possible."
"bonsoir! comment-allez vous?" she greets, particularly cheery this fine evening. perhaps it's the alcohol in her system, or perhaps it's because she enjoys kalos. her kalosian is impeccable, right down to her accent. it'd be no lie to say she's been speaking the language all her life, along with italian and english.
children were never really madame's favorite. that showed blatantly in how she raised giovanni, how she left him in the care of nannies while she worked and rarely ever showed him any sort of attention or affection. she tended to avoid them, she didn't speak to them. it's for the best, so she thinks. but something draws her to this certain redheaded boy on the streets of celadon.
his face, while rounder and still soft with youth, it reminded her of her brat son's. his hair and his eyes are the same blazing red as the woman giovanni had briefly courted.
she had only heard whispers that giovanni had an heir of his own. a boy, a boy whose name she did not know, who ran off from his father soon after team rocket's initial downfall. canting her head to the side, she has to wonder... this boy has the same hard look that those of her family pass down to one another. the same cold eyes.
he looks just as giovanni did when giovanni was young. there's a sickening twist in her gut.
blinking a few times, madame slowly approaches him from behind. there's a pause before she taps him gently on the shoulder, puts on her best smile, her eyes softening considerably. "boy, are you looking for something?" asks she, her voice syrupy sweet.
Talking about the former Professor’s health was still a sensetive topic, not only for Amy, for everyone —- Bu t if the other seem to know him, the brunette may inform her about his current state. Which she did.
❝ —— No he doesn’t. He’s currently in hospital. So far the doctor’s informed me, he’s fine. ❞ Again one of her brows quirked at the look Madame gave her. But still, her facial expression remainded hard & was like carved into stone — not changing any time soon. But if the older woman was searching for Oak, it had to be kind of important. Right ? Luckily Amy had one of her … Let’s call them, not so busy days. & already finished her work. For today at least.
"poor old samuel. well, i suppose age can't be kind to all of us. at least he is doing well. always was too stubborn to give up." her fake smile widened. this pointless chit-chat was costing her time. not that she necessarily wanted anything to do with team rocket anymore, but it would bring her more money, and madame was always quite punctual with her meetings.
giving a dismissive wave of her hand, she says, "but i'm not here to see him, much less talk about him. i have more important business to attend to, you see." and without even a simple "good bye", madame was off again. if the other woman even dared follow her, she may end up with more than just a few cat scratches.
[Eterna had always been slow paced and old fashioned. Being one of Sinnoh’s oldest cities, Eterna holds almost-forgotten vestiges of ancient history. All sorts of tourists flock to the old city. The museum, gym, and even the cycle shop serves as a beacon for the various foreign visitors. Although, the main percentage of visitors tend to be scholars or trainers. Nonetheless, the city known as ‘History Living’ attracts many people for a variety of reasons.
The gym leader rested atop a branch in one of the many trees planted inside her gym. No one was in the building except for her; she had given her volunteers an early day because of the lack of challengers. She figured no one was up for battling the grass gym today.
A voice then catches her attention. Standing up on the branch, she glanced around for the source; amber hues landing on a woman near the entrance. Quickly, she made her way down the tree and sprinted over to the other female; only to stop a few feet before her. The way she dressed and the aura she exuded was nothing but of high caliber. This somewhat intimidated the orangette; she hesitantly rose her hand as a greeting.]
H-heya! Are you here for a challenge?
ah, there she was. madame could only guess this was the gym leader--she seemed so young. so full of life. just like the gardens and trees that surrounded them. "i was merely here to take in the scenery. you must take wonderful care of this gym for it to look so beautiful, hm?" pointless flattery, but something madame was good at to get on someone's good side. she was never really a fan of battling, but that didn't mean she wasn't good at it.
"though, i don't suppose a battle would hurt. i'm not here for a badge, however."
persian, ninetales, and nidoqueen were the only ones she had on hand. if she used ninetales, the battle would be over before they could even blink. then again, madame could be quite the cheater. a smirk curled at her red lips, and she reached into the deep pockets of the coat she wore to pull out persian's pokéball. her pokémon may be old, but they were strong.
Her expression still remainded hard & unfazed as the other spoke, only one of her eyebrows slowly rose. How dare her to say that there were many things wrong with her. Turning slightly as the other woman walked past her, the brunette had enough. She was by no means a simple commoner. Well at least not anymore.
❝ This simple commoner yer talkin’ ‘bout is coincidentally the Professor o’ this Region —- ❞
madame feigns a look of shock, before reverting back to her rather bored expression. she's growing tired of this. she has places to be, things to do, and some little girl is just trying for her attention. twisting her head to look over her shoulder, she gives a forced smile. by no means does the statement change how madame looks at the woman.
as if she's a mere insect.
"my, my. so young to be a professor. and what of dear samuel? i haven't heard of his retirement nor any passing. is it safe to assume he still serves as a professor elsewhere?" a sneer curls at her painted lips, baring blunt and shiny white teeth, though her canines seem to flash significantly in the sunlight. madame swivels around to look at the taller, yet younger woman, craning her neck to get a proper view.
❝ ‘xcuse me not ? Y’are the one who walked into me —- ❞ Her gaze felt down to the other woman, rather skeptical as she circled around her. What was she even doing there ? Examinating her like some kind of experiment. It annoyed Amy, & if you took a closer view to her face you could see it clearly. This was definitely not her day, the busy professor she was, had already too much to deal with & this woman wasn’t making her day any better. Sticking her nose up, just like the other one, the brunette straightened herself to appear even taller. ❝ Is there somethin’ wrong with me or w’at do y’think yer doin ? ❞
eugh, she talks and carries herself like some... some... some country bumpkin! madame's nose crinkles in disdain, her hands settling firmly on her hips while she turns to face the larger woman without fear. sniffing, looking the other up and down, she decides with the slightest of smiles,
"yes, there's quite a lot wrong with you."
the smirk remains on madame's face. brushing her short hair over one ear, adjusting her rather large sunhat, she turns away. "now, if you'll excuse me, i do have some business to attend to. nothing some simple commoner would understand."
sinnoh is, surprisingly, the one place madame has never been to. she's traveled the world with her copious amounts of money she can waste whenever she pleases, but she never once visited the snowy region of sinnoh. the land of legends. perhaps some place more suited for a scholar than a gentlewoman.
however, madame finds the city of eterna to be quite intriguing. for a long time, she stands before the statue of the great legendary, admiring the strange beauty that radiates from it until her feet begin to ache.
apparently, the gym is quite admirable. so, madame finds her way to the large building and enters it to be hit with the aroma of flowers, the sight of many blossoms scattered about a lush field of green. tapping her chin, she smirks. with one breath of her ninetales' flamethrower, she could burn the whole place to the ground. she's considered it with celadon's gym before, but there's some mercy in her not to.
removing her gloves and sliding them into the pockets of her furry coat, she calls out to the seemingly empty gym, "hello?"
what a pitiful little town. certainly not fit for a posh type like her, someone dressed to the nines. pallet certainly isn't the biggest tourist spot in kanto, but it's home to professor oak, someone she knows personally and closely. yet madame is not here to pop in for a visit, she's here on other important business. a team rocket executive (supposedly) had found her contact number and wanted to meet her in hopes of gaining her assistance for team rocket.
and what better place to meet than a dinky little town? no crime happens here, no villainous deals, no one would suspect a thing. though, perhaps she's a bit overdressed. while madame is removing her soft gloves, she nearly walks right into another individual, someone much taller than herself.
"excuse you," she says snottily, as if she weren't the one who just walked into someone. sticking her nose up in the air, she lifts a hand and circles around the other.
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She pauses and turns, if only to stare at the woman from head to toe. Asides from the way she was so overly dressed, there’s a vague familiarity about the woman as if she should know just who she was but curiosity isn’t something she has at the moment. Never mind that shrill tone that reminded her of a dying pokemon.
Initially, she doesn’t even plan on answering the woman—those posh types were never her thing, even if she’s capable of blending in with them—but her presence informs her she wasn’t the type to let things go so easily, just like that bleating tone of hers.
Her gaze finally meets hers, and it’s clear that she’s glancing at the woman the very same way she was. Dirt. “Oh, were you talking to me?” She finally says. Her words were innocent enough but her tone was anything but.
madame stares at the girl with a look that she'd also give after stepping in something while walking through a dog park. were they not in public, this stranger would have earned a firm backhand across the cheek. madame scoffs at her mock innocence, gloved hands resting on her hips through the thickness of her fur coat. she lifts her nose into the air, dark eyes narrowing into thin slits.
"what a bother you must be to those around you. no respect at all. i say, move!" if the girl is going to be rude, there's no reason for madame not to return the favor. one of her hands plants itself on the stranger's shoulder, shoving her roughly out of the way.
before she crosses the street, she throws the other a look and gives a few parting words, "i think next time, you will know better than to speak in such a way towards madame boss." despite not even being team rocket's boss anymore, she still adopted the nickname for business purposes. she still had influence over the world of crime, still gained profit off of team rocket's antics were they successful, and she knew better than to let random strangers know her true name.
saffron isn't too far of a walk from celadon--but in six inch heels it feels like a hundred leagues. that's why she always takes a cab when she goes there to shop, though celadon always has the better wares, in her honest opinion. though saffron had the more... professional attire that she often looked for. madame steps out of the cab, sticking out like a sore thumb in her fur coat, large, black hat and shiny new heels.
it isn't like she was landed in the most rich neighborhood, after all.
madame walks, her heels clicking against cool cement. fall is here, bringing a chill along with it. she draws her coat closer to her thin frame, about to step out to cross the street when a girl making her own way down cuts her off. the nerve--! madame has every right mind to grasp her by her raven hair and give her a sharp slap and firm scolding. "have you no manners?" she spits instead, words like poison on her tongue.
and her eyes--her cold, piercing eyes, they seem to look into the young woman's very core. it isn't the spiral of red hair that catches her eye, or the garish white of her outfit, but the large red 'R' printed across the front of her shirt. one would expect someone to scowl in the face of team rocket.
madame, however, smiles.
then, ever so casually does she prompt a conversation. "and how is giovanni treating you?" her hands, still smooth despite her growing age, fold in front of her. to madame, it is possibly the most casual thing she can ask. this woman before her is too young to know who she is, however, but she's perfectly fine with that... so long as questions are left unasked.