#shalem01

[whitenandina-blog]

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A well-traveled trainer like Cynthia was used to being in such large cities. One thing about large cities was the ability to blend into the crowds without having to worry about being interrupted. It was important that she be left alone, as she still had to get used to the city in general.

The sudden feeling of someone staring at her broke any hope for that. A quick look around revealed a suited man looking at her. Was he the one? Who knew, but perhaps she could twist the situation to her favor.

She walked up to the man with a smile on her face. “Excuse me, I’m sorry for bothering you. Do you know where one would purchase some meat?” 

It hadn’t occurred to the Champion that perhaps one would be looking not at her but the two-foot jet-like reptile clinging to her leg.

[socialprocessing-blog]

life of the party

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Champagne glasses clinking together, the scent of cloyingly sweet perfume, a background hum of amiable chatter. Things that give Sybil nothing but the greatest satisfaction- the hallmarks of a party well planned, and well enjoyed by those present.

It’s the first real event she’s had the chance to organize in Hive City, and she’d say she’s off to an excellent start. A gala ball, attended by the highest of society. A way to establish herself as the charming socialite she is, make a good impression, and, of course, have fun.

Sybil sweeps across the room, gown swishing behind her, a smile for everybody in her path. She just wants to check on the flowery centerpiece of one of the tables- but before she can, she stops to greet one other guest.

“Hello, there! Enjoying the party?”

[ryuuguu-rena]

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    ❧ } "Shalem-san." She made a curtsey. “What is a great "agent" like Shalem-san doing here at Rena’s treasure castle? I wonder. I wonder." Though, they rarely ever saw each other, it seems Rena did wait for him here on top of a pile of trash here at the junkyard nearby beta district. Almost as if she knew he would come here.

[dissolvendae-a]

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Ever since obtaining her motorcycle she admittedly never had any interest in using it. She had no places to be in dire rush, not much experience to begin with. The only lessons she had gotten, though, were from Yang and her precious Bumblebee.

Time to put those skills to use. 

Going at a relatively high speed on a road that allowed her to do so, there was suddenly a man who stepped in her way. Either she hadn't seen him walk out beforehand or he should really watch where he was going. Blake made a sharp turn that contorted the vehicle sideways, letting it skid to a dangerous stop mere inches away from the man.  

Needless to say, she looked rather annoyed.

". . You should really be careful where you step, you know." 

[lxnternbearer-blog]

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[ ❦ ] —— "Greg? Greg!"

Wirt's voice was beginning to wane, but he had no mind to notice, as his mind was currently occupied almost wholly by the fact that it had now been two days since he'd last seen Greg. While his natural unease in large crowds had kept him bound indoors during the holiday rush the day prior, his growing anxieties now pressed him to scour the city streets for his brother. Those same anxieties skewed his sense of time; it felt that only a few hours had passed before the sun began to sink out of the sky, and with another blink, it was gone altogether.

But even as the daily working crowd slowly transformed into rowdier, late-night partygoers, Wirt pressed on, his worriment growing by the minute. As the temperature began to follow the sun down into darkness, he pulled his cape tighter around him, glancing about in every direction as he continued his roaming long into the night. He knew in the back of his mind that he should reach out to people and ask them if they had seen a boy with Greg's description about--a kid with an upside-down teapot on his head couldn't be difficult to miss--but although his concern had pushed him out the door, it was not quite strong enough to overcome his aversion to approaching random strangers.

Finally, he allowed himself to stop, resting momentarily on a sidewalk bench. He sat, slouching forward with his eyes fixed on the ground, attempting to stem the limitless fountain of ever-increasing apprehension in his chest. An odd sight, to see one looking so morose during what was purported to be the most wonderful time of the year.