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the past we long to forget | Maya & Marie

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     We would like to hold the annual party on the 14th of April...

    That was the farthest Maya could read to, she knew full well what this party usually meant for her parents - finding the potential candidate for their daughter.

    Twirling a piece of her bubblegum hair around her finger she let out a sigh uncrossing her legs then crossing them again as she stared outside her window. Her parents only cared to marry sell their daughter away so they could gain more riches and publicity. The women on the other hand just wanted to live her life freely, as well possibly take over the family company?

    If she were to get married though, she wouldn’t have any control if she were to get it or not.

    Slowly rising from her spot she walked to her window as she began running through her head on the people she knew who would be there. Today was the day for the party and she had less then five hours to get ready.

    “Look prim and proper. Best dress for this, you are looking for candidates.”

    She could hear and remember her mother words ringing in her ears as if she was there in person. Maya could recall all the times since this annual party was that she repeated the same words to her. The correct part would be more of you are looking for the candidates, not me, mother.

    Sighing the knock on the door brought her out of her small reverie. “Enter.” The door cracked open enough for the maid to walk through and bow. “M’lady, you are to be ready in a short while. Your mother has told me to come and relay the news to you.”

    The maid had taken her leave as Maya gave her a smile and thanked her. Donned in a floor length white and pink dress she finished with putting her rose choker on. Fixing her buns she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was dressed to the T without missing dotting the I’s.

    Before she was fully lost in her thoughts she heard her mother’s voice calling for her. One last look in the mirror she put on her smile and descended to the awaiting limo. She felt the dread of facing all the candidates that her parents would seek out, but Maya had a feeling it would turn into an interesting night.

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Beauté et le Menteur; Alex & Marie

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Surrounding the two trainers and their Pokemon, the Saffron City Train Station seemed to freeze, to Alex. They were in front of someone who carried herself in confidence, but the answer they received from her wasn’t the answer they wanted to hear. The Beauty just smiled and looked over her again, trying not to be that one creepy person.

The first thing they noticed about the female -- besides the hair -- was her Pokemon. The Glaceon was pleasing to look at (but then again, anything pink or blue in color were pretty to look at). The trainer let out a soft audible squeal as it matched its trainer beauty.

“Aaaaaah!” They began. “C’est magnifique!! Look Sylveon. Look at the beauty of that Glaceon and its’ trainer.”

After a minute of squealing, and getting that feeling of being starred at, Alex calmed down and apologized. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just--” They trailed off. “Let me buy you something as an apology, s’il vous plait.”

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He’d always liked the rain. It soothed him- and gave him a reason not to wear one of his usual suits. Sure, he was getting soaked to the skin and he couldn’t see anything, but it’s not like those were too bad!

... But it was probably time to head inside before he got sick. Problem was, he couldn’t see anything without his glasses, which were more or less useless in this rain.

He felt a bit foolish, but no matter.

“Anyone out there? I’m... afraid I cannot see in this rain.”

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mix in mischief || Morty & Marie

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Well, this wasn’t how he thought his day would start out. Morty had other plans in mind, most of which involved official League duties but it seemed that he would have to change that. Punishing his Gengars sounded nice. One that involved no desserts and extra patrolling hours. Ooh, and perhaps cutting down their play time. It was befitting for the trouble that they caused this time. Despite his best efforts (admittedly, he didn’t exactly make a grand effort on it) in trying to curb their mischievous tendencies. 

Morty carefully sighed, looking like he was done with the world even when he was upside down.

Thinking back, he supposed he should have seen the signs. It was nearing a full moon, a time where spirits naturally became stronger, fueled by the energy they get from the lunar rays. His Pokemon especially loved to be out and about, having fun and occasionally pulling pranks. Spooks and Wisp often disappear during the night, returning back the next morning with a pleased sort of look, like they were felines sated on milk. 

This time though, they didn’t leave his room. At the time, Morty didn’t think much of it, much too busy with his current task to contemplate on the reason behind their slightly odd behavior. So long as they didn’t disturb him, they could stay for as long as they wanted. Unbeknownst to the Gym Leader, it was the calm before the storm. Writing without a care in the world left him blind to the sinister plots churning right under his nose. 

When he woke earlier today, everything seemed normal. Morty went about his usual morning routine before the other shoe drop. It was a bit of blur since the next thing he knew, half of his clothes were yanked off of him, disappearing out of the door in a blur of purple. He had half a mind to blink in surprise before he chased after the culprits. It wasn’t the first time they decided to pull a fast one on him but rarely it escalated to a chase through the back alleys of Ecruteak. 

Morty wouldn’t have minded if they simply took his sweater and headband but they grabbed his scarf too. No one. Messes. With. His. Scarf. As much as he loves his Gengar, they were going to get an earful when he get his hands on him. The early morning chase led him into the edges of the forest and as soon as he passed by a large tree with vines hanging off it, he found himself suddenly airborne, twisted around and then hung upside down, body entangled in the vines.

“Spooks, Wisp. You’re going to get it,” he simply threatened once he regained his bearings but the only reply he received was a pair of high pitched cackles until it faded into silence. Oh yes, he would enjoy punishing them. After he get himself down. While he was a victim of their pranks, Morty knew that they would never let him get hurt so they were probably hiding nearby, watching him struggle helplessly.

Morty once again sighed. At least he wasn’t completely upside down so the blood wasn’t quickly rushing to his head. Still, he would much prefer to be standing on solid ground than remain a prisoner to these vines. He must have looked terribly silly, too, what with him being in his current position in nothing but a pair of pants. 

( Why did he let himself run without grabbing anything? That was a question to contemplate on later. )

A sudden rustling sound had him crane his neck in the direction of the sound. It looked like a young lady with nice hair even when he was looking at it from this angle. With a neutral, almost bored like expression, he raised the arm that wasn’t completely tangled. “Hello there.”