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Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 3:41:49 GMT
"--and they say if you're normal you're not cute, and if you're cute you're not cute enough." there's a teasing snicker behind those words. the aforementioned comment about changing her coat wasn't a joke. gwen seriously needed some bows and frills and curls and stripes and polkadots and cuteness in her life. a white lab coat is much too drab for one of anna's assistants.
"no--" she corrects, "you're my darby-chan. but, if you can't carry you're weight, that's okay. i have something for that too." whatever could she mean? for now, anna's content with keeping it a secret. should gwen pry, anna's unsure whether or not to reveal her trump card. sooner or later, gwen will come face to face with anna's insurance policy.
Gwen finally came to the conclusion that the best thing to do when it came to Anastasia was to tuner her out. Her responses were juvenile, her voice was annoying, and as long as she kept responding she'd never shut up. So she started to just turn her off. It was like flipping a switch, and soon she was walking feeling almost at peace. Only occasional words got through as she let her mind slip away to the enjoyable parts of the walk. Then a line came through clear.
"I have something for that, too."
That got her attention, and fast. What was that supposed to mean. She stopped walking and turned to face the girl, breaking her short lived vow of silence to get to the bottom of things, "And what exactly is this 'something'. What do you have up your sleeve?" Her tone was even, her expression little more than curious, but she found herself absolutely perplexed by the idea that this girl could really have more tricks in her bag.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 4:05:45 GMT
those round, blank eyes grew two sizes bigger. "i'm too cute to be in harms way," comes the bravado. her hand weaves through her hair as she allows it to fly off in a show of magnificence. obnoxiousness becomes second to arrogance. the silph knows that she's a princess, her status of inheritance matched only by her sole ability to be cute incarnate. "pokemon don't attack me, they wanna play with me. pokemon are our friendssss." the stressed out syllable is a must to reiterate her point.
the egg in her backpack goes unmentioned. there's no need to bring up ranne.
Of course that was her answer. Of course it was some nonsensical idiocy about how cute she was and how much pokemon wanted nothing to do with her. Well, Gwen couldn't help but join that camp. The girl's "cute" nature was enough to make her want to run far, far away, and she was sick to death of it even more now that she'd stopped their progress to ask about it.
"Whatever Anastasia," she rubbed her head as she turned to continue walking. It was amazing to think about what she was supposed to be doing and what she actually had wound up doing the past two days. She was supposed to be observing Castform and taking notes on how it worked in natural surroundings, but instead she was bickering back and forth with a teenager. In fact, the Castform might as well have not existed for how much she'd been able to actually observe it.
"I'm going to walk on ahead, I need a smoke break and don't want you berating me on every puff," Gwen picked up the pace slightly, taking a turn in the road before shouting back to the girl, "I trust you can follow the path to Petalburg, if you can't just sit tight. I'll be back soon enough." She desperately needed a break from this girl and her Castform.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 9, 2015 5:04:44 GMT
"i won't but your lungs will!" gwen can still hear her voice as the distance between them grows. anna has no intention to follow, perfectly fine to continue on her own. it takes a little bit to rouse cloudy-kun out from hiding but sure enough the two continue toward petalburg at their own leisurely pace. while gwen's on her own adventure, on her own time, anna's complacent with just making time.
whenever gwen's done with her detour she'll find that anna's no longer in spot they departed from. where the scientist will such is up to her. anastasia's already settled on a cushy bed in the local pokemon center. arrangements have been made and their bunked together. there's a hot dinner waiting for gwen when she gets back. lucky for her, it's not the usual catering.
Off on her own it was easier to breath. Gwen had half-expected the girl to follow her, but for once wasn't disappointed when she was wrong. There was nothing quite like soaking in the serenity of the route with a cigarette between her lips. The smell and taste of the nicotine smoke mixed with the scent of the trees and the sounds of the pokemon inhabiting them. Sounds she hadn't been able to hear over that cheery girl's chirruping.
"This is what I needed," Gwen breathed the words, letting loose a stream of smoke into the air as she did so. She figured she'd spend a few minutes out and about on her own, and then head back to the Pokemon Center to see if Anastasia had made it there on her own. If she hadn't it wouldn't be hard to find her, assuming she'd listened to the orders she'd given. Which was, admittedly, wishful thinking.
After letting those minutes pass and finishing her cigarette Gwen made her way to Petalburg, one luxurious step at a time and enjoying the walk in a way she hadn't since they started out on the route. When she showed up in the town it was almost dark, admittedly much later than she'd planned. Still, she walked to the Pokemon Center without a care in the world, and walked up to the front desk to speak to the Nurse currently stationed there. The news she offered was anything but thrilling.
"What possessed you to book us a room together?" Gwen asked when she finally made her way to their room and opened the door, a fresh cigarette in her mouth to keep her from losing it. When they'd been in Oldale she'd made a point to get them neighboring, but separate accommodations. It was more comfortable for her and gave her whatever privacy she needed for whatever reasons she wanted. The last time she'd shared a room with anyone was college, and this girl certainly wasn't in her class.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 10, 2015 18:25:13 GMT
another session away from gwen's eye grants anna enough time to deal with some of her more personal matters. with her minial task finished, there's no longer a need for her to remain private for the rest of the night, not that she'll ever admit it. "they were running out of rooms, gwenny-chan. so i told joy joy that since we're best buddies we'd take a double." another blank grin makes the canvas of her face unreadable outside of the obvious bubbly obliviousness that permeates from her very essence.
"it'll be funnnn!"
the young heiress lays strewn across her bed. she wears her blanket like a robe, excited by the advent of a pseudo sleep over. her belongings lay scattered along her side of the room, with today's outfit intermingled on the desk and floor. her backpack seems a bit smaller than usual but with so much of her belongings messily dispersed about it shouldn't come off as unusual. among her bundle of worn clothes lies not one but three pokeballs. gwen hasn't been the only one with a growing team.
"We're not best buddies Anastasia, I hardly know you," Gwen replied to the heiress's words with every bit of apathy one would expect. While she spoke she walked around, taking note of the mess that the girl had left and correcting it to the best of her ability. Clothes were picked up and folded, objects repositioned, and pokeballs put in a place where they could be easily seen but out of the way.
While moving the latter she also paid attention to the number she was moving. All her pokemon and pokeballs were on her, so the presence of two extras alongside Anastasia's one for the Castform was a bit perplexing. She didn't battle, so how did she manage to capture more pokemon for her team? The question would go unasked and unanswered as she came to the simple conclusion that she didn't care.
"I'm going to change for bed," grabbing her bag again Gwen walked towards the adjoining bathroom, entering before closing and locking the door behind her.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 10, 2015 20:39:18 GMT
"but i'm your boss!" cold words cut deep, the sharpness in the crack of her voice displays just how dejected she feels. pouting becomes a natural reaction; an overly thrown fit is her self defense. her pillow takes the brunt of the beating but even then it's not much. tender, soft hands don't amount to much, even if they are balled up in a childish fury.
"you're just a big meanie!" are the last words gwen will hear before she closes the door behind her. so much for ordering her dinner. pout still ever so present on her face, she resort to pulling out her pokegear, spending her alone time adjusting tomorrow's schedule.
The tantrum was a surprise, but earned neither surprise nor sympathy. If anything it disgusted Gwen, seeing a seventeen year old throw herself against the bed and beat a pillow like your average toddler. It didn't help that she couldn't remember ever doing the same even when she was a toddler. It had been so heavily discouraged in her house she'd never dared.
Once the door was closed Gwen was quick to change. Tank-top and shorts were stripped away and left to sit on the floor as she changed from the day's unmentionables into a pair of boxers and a baggy t-shirt. Changed, she brushed her teeth and set up her items for the next morning -- soap and shampoo for her shower, brush and comb for her hair -- before leaving the bathroom with less ceremony than she'd entered. Her bag, filled with the clothes she'd just shed as well as clothes for the next day, was tossed near her bed, followed shortly after by herself as she sat herself on its edge.
"So, do you need this 'big meanie' to do anything? Otherwise I'm going to start going over and organizing my notes for the day."
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 10, 2015 20:59:12 GMT
"did you prep the hot water?"
a genuine question for a genuine concern. in the span of a few minutes anastasia had gone from lazy to livid and back to playful. a roll across her bed was enough to uncover her, revealing her lack of clothes. a flash of pink laced underwear and matching bra would be the last sight of her as she zipped across the room, snatching cloudy-kun's pokeball, before she quarantined the bathroom for her own nightly ritual.
"KYAAHHH!"
the sound of the shower starting is met with a shrill, horrified shriek. last night cloudy-kun has been there to heat it up for her beforehand, however, since gwen was dorming with her tonight, it was only natural to assume her slave best friend would have her covered. "YOU DIDN'T!" is the only sob to resound through both sound of running water and the door that seperates them.
"No, of course I --" and then she was gone. Gwen didn't know why the girl would have assumed she'd prepped the hot water, she showered in the morning, usually too tired at night to do much but laze around. Of course the girl didn't wait for her answer and paid the price, though Gwen would argue she paid more dearly. That shrieking voice earned a wince and a grinding of teeth.
"I tried to tell you!" She shouted back, pulling her notes from her stuff alongside the binder in which she kept all the rest of them, "It's your own fault for just jumping in!" Sighing, she went about placing her notes where they belonged in her binder before pulling out a organizational sheet and writing in where she could fit the information into her final essay.
"Why would a big meanie warm your water for you anyway?" She murmured as she worked. Anastasia was a mess of assumptions and raw emotion. She didn't know if she'd ever get used to it.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 11, 2015 12:45:04 GMT
a sob of whines would resonate from the bathroom, declining in accordance to the water's temperature. the warmer it becomes the larger the contrast, until the bathroom becomes saturated in a mix of steam and giggles. even the sound of cloudy-kun intermingles with anastasia's bathtime playtime.
what should take ten minutes begins to stretch itself into half an hour. only after she's had her fill of soaking does she surface with a decent fresher. but it's not the face mask or bundle of towers that gwen should be paying attention to. hovering behind anastasia is cloudy-kun, soaked to the point he's reverted to his rain form. "time to dry, cloudy-kun!" gwen's only given a few moments to observe the new form before castform shakes itself dry, reverting back to its normal form.
Working on the notes soon took Gwen's full attention. The world around her more or less disappeared, and soon even sound faded as she took up humming while she worked. It wasn't until Anastasia burst into the room that her attention shattered, and at first she turned to scold her before noticing Castform's altered appearance.
"Oh you've gotta be. . ." she murmured the words in an exasperated manner before pulling out pencil and paper and quickly scribbling down a handful of notes on his appearance. She knew what Castform's changed forms were like, but it still didn't hurt to document the change and its appearance. And it was a good thing she had too, as it shook itself dry and shed the form almost as quick as it had revealed itself. From there she just started taking notes on how and why it had changed, but without that disconnect she'd had earlier.
"Does it always do that when you shower?" the question came as she started speculating on ways to induce the change artificially, and to what extent heat, cold, and moisture had to get before it made this shift.
Post by ANASTASIA SILPH on Aug 12, 2015 4:21:37 GMT
"huh? do what?" another blank stare is the primary answer to gwen's question. big round circles stare at the scientist absently and then back to the castform, switching between them, absolutely clueless.
"you mean bath time cloudy-kun?!" she gives him a soft pat on the head, ushering a small purr from the pokemon. "only when i don't have my rubber ducklett." they stare at each other for a moment before anna sheds off her towels, dunking into the covers to cover her nakedness. it's all laugh and giggles are they cuddle underneath, slowly worming themselves into a blanket made cocoon.