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7 P M D ø N T B E L ค T E
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Under her nose the whole time, Serephina could not believe that Lumiose City was the current hideout of, not one but, two of her ex-coworkers. It made her sick — thinking about them made her sick. From what she heard, they were living their lives; starting over. She was not able to understand how they were able to live like that. The past haunted her almost every day.
Sitting at one of the back tables in Lysandre's Cafe, she stared at the clock. 7:05. By definition, he was late. She ordered a cup of coffee, her red eyes fixated on the door. "Any second now..."
When she was still a member of Team Flare, she noticed how close Xerosic and Lysandre were. Xerosic was basically Lysandre's right hand man. She had always envied their relationship — wanting to be that close to their boss. Of course, she was trusted but nothing could compare to working right at the leader’s side.
The waitress, also an ex-flare member, too insignificant for Serephina to remember personally, placed a mug on the table. “Who are you waiting for, ma'am?” Asked the grunt, who was also staring at the door.
Serephina wanted to scold the grunt, tell her it was none of her business, but she knew that she had no power over the female anymore. Ruining whatever kind of relationship they had now would be bad, as much as Serephina hated to admit it, she needed a person like the ex-grunt/waitress, to keep tabs on the people who come and go from the cafe.
“You’ll see when he enters,” The redhead reached into her purse, pulling out a red flask. “Make that you bring him to me, m’dear.” She smiled, as she poured vodka into her cup.
oh, the hopelessly tender hearted; Clementine&Xerosic
( theabsolvedanalyst )
She has the tendency to believe herself preconditioned to tackle some of the most prominent roles of the world. She fancies the image of herself taking on the Johto League championship; or taking to stardom in the music industry; or taking one of the highly sought-after legendary Pokemon in to her care, freeing it of the scheming reaches of the fiends of the world. She could have immersed and thrived in anything other than the fact of reality, that being medicine: her greatest gift from birth.
But today, she has tasted success in the department of high intrigue! The medic is in the mood to credit herself as having the flair to become, at the very least, an intelligence agent for the nation (in some other lifetime.)
In truth, she merely struck lucky on her so-called ‘manhunt’ for the ex-convict Xerosic. She has that one dapper chap from a date, which occurred an exact fortnight ago, to thank for the address of the scientist’s Lumiose flat. It was pure happenstance that he works as a laboratory technician in a place which Xerosic seemed to have expressed vocational interest in. With the strength of Kalosian liquor and the certainty of a second date, Clementine was able to extract Xerosic’s curriculum vitae from him, ascertaining the information she had been gunning for for months.
Maybe this victory is all ultimately owed to her feminine appeal? ☆ Oh, she’s just too crafty!
She makes no hasty judgments as she climbs up along a winding flight of stairs, carrying herself towards the residence of the subject of her intrigue. What was it about the scientist, really, that drew him to her attention? At the height of Team Flare’s glory, Clementine had only learned of their extremist villainy from the safe harbors of Unova. After the effect Team Plasma had on her politics, she was in every way certain to condemn the ideals Flare seemed to praise. Yet, here she is. With greater aims preoccupying her, successfully engaging Xerosic is no doubt a pivotal step to moving forward. Failure is unthinkable!
She is, after all, grasping at straws.
Butterfrees jitter in her stomach, creating a sense of doubt foreign to her usual headstrong conviction as she locates herself before the apartment door. Her body, the only thing that can compete with the quickness of her mind, acts before the latter has the chance to ask: now, what’s the way to make certain we won’t go ignored like a door-to-door salesman?
“Yoo-hoo! ♪” Clementine raps on the door thrice. “La Poste de Kalos here with a parcel delivery! Anybody present to sign for it?”
Plenty good a guise! Not that her medic’s uniform will hold her through the charade, but she simply needs to buy time. As long as she does not go off the books, she will do anything to obtain the answer she is determined to leave Xerosic’s apartment with.
