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After her early morning experiences Gwen felt more than just awake, she felt invigorated. It didn't show in her face as she walked onto Route 102, a couple more full pokeballs in her bag, but it showed in small ways on her body. Her steps carried a bit more purpose than they had the previous day and her arms had extra motion they had lacked last afternoon and night. Still, despite this bit of positive energy she was still all business. She was on the job.
Again she was walking a bit ahead of the pair she'd picked up on Route 101. The daughter of a businessman overseas who was funding her research on the pokemon with her, the Castform that seemed to do nothing but hide behind her hair.
Gwen couldn't help but hope that the pokemon would leave the girl's, Anastasia's, side in favor of the open air. The sun was already in the sky, and its heat beat on her skin. Bared on account of a short sleeved blouse and yet another pair of shorts. She was curious about whether or not it would be enough to cause one of the form shifts she'd heard about. In fact she'd readied a pen and paper with that precise hope.
"Don't dawdle," She called back to the pair as they walked deeper into the route and she felt the grass rustle against her knees, "We're not in a hurry this time around, but a bit of hustle to your step won't hurt anyone." If only she'd just been saddled with this pokemon things could have been going so much faster. . .
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 0:31:04 GMT
an attentive eye is the only distinction needed to differentiate a sociopath from a social domineer. no matter how slight darby's change in motion may be, anna's sure to pick up on them, so long as they remain observable. it's a trick-- more of a tic-- ingrained into her by papa's steady hand. reading people is just as important as reading text, he would always say. being able to string along a decent enough narrative is another matter entirely.
"i don't dawdle-- i waddle!~"
to and fro, anna takes large, exaggerated bounds as her body rocks with the same motion of a prinplup's. even cloudy-kun's found the nerve to step out of the shadows, taking a modest spot atop its trainer's head. a soft, whimsical whistle follows.
It was like dealing with a child. That was the only comparison Gwen could draw for what it was like to drag along this heiress from place to place. And if she was a child that Castform was a toddler, clinging to its mother's pant leg out of fear of not one thing but the world at large. At the very least it was in the sunlight, so she could see its form had not changed.
"Waddling is no better," she sighed, pulling a notepad from her bag and scribbling a few comments on Castform and its response to the weather. Which was more or less zilch as it didn't change forms or seem any more excited to be out and about with the sun in the sky. So, she added some supplemental comments. The previous night she'd spent some time documenting Castform's cowardice, so now she made sure to note the distinct difference in its actions today.
"Seems to enjoy Ms. Silph's shenanigans, acting playful in its own right. . ." her voice was a murmur as she scribbled the words down on the paper. Gwen had voiced her notes for as long as she could remember. It was a bad habit picked up while she was being home schooled and it stuck with her even now. She just got better at staying quiet about it, keeping her voice's volume below that of even a whisper.
"So, what are your aspirations Ms. Silph?" Gwen spoke over her shoulder to the girl. Maybe if she got her talking about something else she'd stop being such a ditz.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 0:49:54 GMT
"--because it's the best!" came an instant interjection. as silly as she may appear anna's learned to anticipate and read gwen well enough to come up with a counter. be it as it may, if anna's to play the silly child then gwen is the no nonsense babysitter. naturally, the response would divert her attempt at fun and redirect her back at their 'original goal'.
"ms. silph?!"
faux outrage.
"shenanigans?"
fake offense.
"i'm your boss doctor-chan and i'm not playing around. i will be the best!" her shouting is dignified by the conviction behind her pose. what lies behind darby isn't a silly girl but the pure epitome of a shounen hero.
Nope, no such luck. The girl's big mouth just got bigger and Gwen found herself wanting desperately to make her voice simply stop. Theatrics coated every word the girl had to say, and finally Gwen allowed herself to stop her forward motion and turn to face her, arms cross over her chest and stance solid.
"Yes, Ms. Silph, yes, shenanigans," she sounded exasperated, mostly because she was exasperated. The girl's shouting about being her boss didn't help matters in the slightest. She found herself itching for a smoke, and found the box's presence in her pocket more noticeable than it had been moments before.
"The best what?" The question was simple, Gwen's expression similarly plain, with one eyebrow raised in question. What could this girl possibly want to be the best at? For many people it would be clear, but when it came to Anastasia Silph she couldn't even begin to imagine what kind of answer to expect. Judging by their discussions over the past couple days she could expect anything from trainer, to story writer, to princess. The girl was just so much.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 1:09:33 GMT
"a t e v e r y t h i n g."
whatever pretenses anastasia had built up were temporarily dropped, brought to a standstill as those two words slipped from the tip of her silph tongue. something that could've came off as perfectly innocent was now presented behind a thick, syrupy sense of something too sinister to belong to such a obnoxious child. she truly was her father's daughter, feeling a deep warm tingle crawl up her spine. talking like him always made her feel different, a squirmy tickle a bit too premature for her adolescence.
"so work hard for me dwharby-chan so you can support me to the top!~"
and just like that the empress becomes a princess once more.
There was something about the way Anastasia's mood shifted that unsettled Gwen. For just a moment that childish demeanor faded, and for an instant she was every bit as mature as one would expect an heiress to be. Her tone was sure, definite, and while her wish toe be the best "at everything" was juvenile, the way in which she proclaimed it was anything but. For a moment Gwen was left speechless. But then the moment passed.
"I don't work for you Ms. Silph," despite her shock she was once again cool and collected, turning her back on the girl to keep moving forward, "I work for your father." Now her hand did slip into her pocket and pull out a cigarette. She was shocked to find her hand slightly shaky as she lit it and took in a breath, but when she exhaled she was rock steady again.
"Is there anyway you can get that Castform to do more than whistle on top of your head? Can it battle? Will it battle?" Again she tried to keep the topics going. This question even proved a bit helpful. She didn't know if the girl or her pokemon had any experience battling, and it would be nice to know how much trouble they'd be in if the need to arose.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 1:31:23 GMT
"you're so swirrry doctor-chan! my father only chose you." anna tails after her, keeping an eye on her company to get a better assessment of her new best friend. the slight falter of her hand goes unnoticed due to her positioning but the smoke that puffs after doesn't. regardless, anna assumes she's unsettled, relying on the smoke for a peace of mind. if only she knew better.
and then grwn had to do the stupid thing and mention battling. an appalled "no" should rectify any notion that she may have about allowing the little castform to do battle. "pokemon are our friends," she forces, "why would i hurt them? i'm not letting my little cloudy-kun get hurt." as for the castform's reaction? it remains ignorant to the conversation, feeding off anna's tone, switching back from mounting her head to hiding into her hair at a whim. it's the larvitar egg in her backpack that response to the comment, trembling as it nears the end of its confinement.
"Swirry?" The question came not even a beat after Anastasia's statement, "Whatever. Yes, he did choose me, and as long as I'm working with his grant money he's my employer. Once that money stops and my study is over I won't be working for him either." even now Gwen didn't feel as if shew as really working for him. This whole thing was a facade, a game to cover her more important research for her more important benefactor.
A sigh and a bit of smoke slipped from between her lips at the girl's objection to the idea of battling. Beautiful. The girl was young, seemingly naive, mildly unsettling, but above all else wasn't a fighter. Great. Without thinking on it too much she started talking again, "You do know that battling falls under the umbrella of 'everything', right?"
While she spoke she toyed with the cigarette in her hand, leaving trails of smoke in the air and allowing bits of ash to fall into the grass. When she was done speaking it returned to her mouth, and then back off to the side as she flicked the butt, sending more ashes tumbling to the ground.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 1:50:12 GMT
"but that grant money isn't from him," she clarifies among a fit of giggles. "i'm the one who dictates how much you get and how often you're paid. i'm your bossy boss." spoiled rotten? of course but that doesn't mean papa silph doesn't trust his daughter's own judgement. naturally, they'll be some waste between the two ladies but considering gwen's job will undoubtedly double as an added helping hand, mr. silph saw no problem with allowing anna to handle the actual financials.
"battling is for bullies," is her half-assed retort. the raspberry that follows is just about all she has to say on the matter. instead, it's her turn to change the subject. "you should be more worried about your health than cloudy-kun's battling. smoking's baaaaddddd."
This was certainly news to Gwen. There were a million things she expected to come out of that girl's mouth, but this was not one of them. Not in any way, shape, or form did she ever imagine that this ditz of a girl would be put in charge of her funding for this project. It seemed foolish from not only a personal, but business standard. Yet the way the girl said it. The smug glee. She didn't question it.
"Of course you are," the phrase was little more than an exhale, of all the curve balls to throw life chose this one, "Bosses shouldn't say things like 'bossy boss'." Despite the new knowledge Gwen resolved not to change what she was saying or how she conducted herself. After all, why should she? It wasn't like this was legitimately her living wage, and she be damned if she let some juvenile girl boss her around on behalf of it. She liked the charade, but it was only worth so much.
"Well then call me a bully, because it's what I'll be doing as long as you refuse to," she was matter of fact when she spoke again. When the girl objected to her smoking she figured she'd gotten about all she wanted out of the cigarette. It was little more than a butt after her long draws from it in between her words. So she dropped it and stomped it out right there on the spot.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 2:12:02 GMT
"you're right, gwenny-chan!" will she finally accept the elder's advice? of course not. the exasperated gasp is just to add effect, all while toppling any momentary hope her opening may have instilled. "i'm you're suuuuper bossy boss~"
"and you're super bossy boss is not even slighty happy! you're supposed to be a scientist-- you're supposed to be super smart for your super boss! don't you know smoking is bad for you," she says in an overly matter of fact tone. "i need you healthy. as your employer i'm worried! but don't you worry even a smidget! when we get into the next town i'll get you help and a cuter coat with frills. all for your health."
Already Gwen found herself considering ditching this job here and now. It had been one bit of a trouble after another, and already she was losing track of all the things she disliked about how things had transpired. The cowardly Castform had come with a gabby girl, the girl had the attitude of your average ten year old, had some strange talent for switching personas on a dime, and the list only went on. Still, the cover was important to some extent. A job for a company as big as Silph was something that would dissuade any and all rumors circulating about her.
"Well my super bossy boss is going to have to find new plans," her tone was blunt and thoroughly unentertained. For a moment she considered taking out and lighting another cigarette just to prove her point, but then realized how petulant the idea was. Arceus, she hoped this girl's attitude wasn't rubbing off on her.
"You can worry about the next town when we get there. Which we never will at the rate you're waddling and with the amount of talking going on between the two of us," god she just wanted the talking to stop.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 2:57:41 GMT
gwen's uncooperativeness brings about a forced "hmph". if neither of them are willing to accommodate the other than anna's all to play that game. she won't fold-- she never does.
"you said that yesterday and we got there early." oddly enough, there was some merit to her words. despite anna's sluggish pace they seemed to make good ground. it's almost as if the distance traveled was proportionate to how annoyed gwen got. even now, they're making some distance, albeit not as much as they could due to anna's stubborn fixation on waddling.
"we'll make it before night fall and even if we don't it's not like they can refuse us." they as in any business or service in town. her words may not mean much, coming from a small girl, but cash does most of the talking for her.
"Yes I did, and yes we did," Gwen admitted, she couldn't argue facts, "But there's a saying for that. If you're early you're on time, if you're on time you're late. It's better for us to get there early than show up when everything is dark and wild pokemon get more bold." Again her tone took on a matter-of-fact vibe, with her right hand gesturing in the air as she spoke.
"Especially when you refuse to battle," her expression was pointed when she looked over her shoulder to glance at Anastasia again, "I may battle, but I'm a scientist before a trainer. I don't feel comfortable being out and about in a dangerous situation when I have no one to help me clear it up."
Still, the rest of what Anastasia had to say was accurate. There weren't many places that could turn down the money a Silph had to offer, and the Pokemon Center didn't charge anything at all unless you requested food and drink with your lodging. Not that Gwen would admit to this. She was going to give up ground to some teenager full of hot air.
