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Oct 14, 2019 19:36:52 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2019 19:36:52 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]DOUBLE TROUBLE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]AND I'M SEEING DOUBLE VISION [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
“Oh, come on!” Nate growled impatiently. “You’ve gotta know what a salamence is! It’s a dragon pokémon! Red wings? Light blue body? BIG, sharp claws?” He curled his fingers into claws and made his expression ferocious, but the man only stared blankly back. “Ugh!” Nate grumbled, exasperatedly. “You’re no help at all!” With that, Nate turned on his heel and marched away, ignoring the man’s objections. The people here were clueless.[break][break]
A moment later, an identical figure appeared at Nate’s side and fell into perfect stride. Green hair glinted in the sun, their golden eyes bemused, their forms lanky and long-legged. The only difference, at least from an outsider’s perspective, was that one wore a hat.[break][break]
Nick’s nimble fingers deftly deposited a solid, gold watch into Nate’s pocket, and the pair smiled at one another like Cheshire Cats. The Finnigan twins had been in search of a young woman for the better part of the morning, but they had been strategic in who they’d chosen to ask. Already, Nate’s pockets were jingling with shiny rings and fat watches, and Nick had selected a few treasures of his own. “People around here really don’t have a clue,” he huffed, shaking his head slightly.[break][break]
“All the better for us,” Nate retorted with a grin. The people of Goldenrod City had experienced crime before, of course. Team Rocket had been a constant presence in Golden Rod City about a decade ago, but since they had hastily left the city, it seemed as though the residents had forgotten about them entirely. This was, undoubtedly, how they’d been overrun in the first place. Oh, but it made picking pockets so much easier when no one expected that it would happen to them. “Hey, check out the ring on her.” Nate murmured, his voice low enough that it was scarcely an exhale. “We’re in the wrong line of work…”[break][break]
Nick laughed, nudging Nate gently in the ribcage. “Being a sugar baby is not a line of work, and you don’t have the looks for it anyway,” he snickered.[break][break]
“I do too!!” Nate snarled in response.[break][break]
“You can’t be serious. If either of us had a chance to get a big, shiny ring from somebody, it would obviously be me.” This was an argument as old as time. Despite their identical physical appearances, the Finnigan brothers constantly squabbled about who was better looking, if only to get under each other’s skin, and it usually worked. Nick was just about to continue, to lay out his evidence, when he spotted an enormous monster a few yards away in a nearby park. This time, he nudged Nate a bit harder.[break][break]
“Ow!!” Nate whined, but he quickly followed Nick’s gaze and his brow raised. “We’ve been looking all morning, it can’t possibly be this easy. You think that’s her?” He didn’t bother to wait for a response, however. After all, neither Nick, nor Nate, had ever been particularly good at waiting for anything. “It’s gotta be!” He approached quickly, searching for someone that matched the description they’d been given previously, and he spotted a blonde girl training beside the fierce pokémon. “Well, well, well,” he grinned, speaking to her at last. “We’ve been looking for you all morning and you were right out here in the open this whole time? Honestly, this is sorta disappointing.”[break][break]
Nick stepped into place beside him, crossing his arms. He rolled his eyes and gave the young woman a vaguely apologetic look. “Nope, that’s not creepy at all.” Nate stuck out his tongue at his brother, and Nick smirked back in response “Listen, we’re not here to do you any harm, not that he’d let us…” Nick gestured to the salamence beside her. “We just wanted to introduce ourselves.”[break][break]
At last, seemingly realizing just how clumsy his introduction had been, Nate glanced briefly at the salamence and held up a hand. “Oh, uh, right.” Nate grinned widely. “We’re huge fans!” And with that, Nick let out a low sigh and shook his head.[break][break]
“We’re not related, honest, we can’t be…” He groaned, “I think he was raised by mightyena.”
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Here we go! I'm sorry if my writing seems a little rusty, it has been a loooong time since I have written these two losers.
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Oct 14, 2019 20:30:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2019 20:30:21 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]AND THE HAND YOU WANNA HOLD IS A WEAPON AND YOU'RE NOTHING BUT SKIN [break]
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seven hundred thirty one[break][break]
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@nickandnate [break][break]
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She supposes training is never easy. Today, however, is about to become more difficult than usual.[break][break]
Salamence keeps a watchful eye on his trainer, low growls escaping whenever another stumbles too close to the blonde. Undisturbed is how she likes it. Just her and her arsenal of weapons, a wide array of tools at her disposal. Today is target practice and while it'd typically be frowned upon to use a gun or anything else in such a busy city, the park is noticeably empty. Most are steering clear of the lush greenery, nervous eyes taking quick notice of the very large dragon keeping watch. No one ventures closer, avoiding the place all together.[break][break]
She grunts, honey brown eyes narrowing in concentration. A few targets spread out before her, strategically placed for optimal training purposes. She probably could have made it a bit more difficult but... This is fine for now. Besides, she'll have to replace them anyway. They're on their last legs, almost torn to shreds from bullets and arrows, knives ripping clean through pieces of them. Ugh, more money she'll have to dish out. Irritating. Plus, there's no asking father for more targets. He'll merely request to watch her progress as he always does and it's frowned upon to use him as a target instead.[break][break]
Another shot resonates in the air and her lips spread into a proud grin, surveying her handy work. The bullet lands with a quickness she's come to appreciate, much quicker than the tossing of knives or the flight of an arrow. A bulls-eye as usual. To be expected, she supposes. She pictured his head, after all.[break][break]
Readying herself to take another shot, looking down the barrel, voices startle her out of her concentration. She jumps, a squeak escaping her as she takes a step back, gun immediately rotating to the source of interruption. In the back of her mind, she notes that it's definitely frowned upon to point a loaded gun at another but... They might deserve it.[break][break]
Salamence lets out a vicious snarl, teeth mashing together in an open show of aggression as she stares down the duo. Odd pair that they are, what with their green hair and golden eyes. Nevertheless, she speaks, voice silky despite her irritated expression. "What the hell do you want?" She mumbles, gun steady in her hand. "You guys stalkers or something?" The laugh she barks out is light despite the metallic weapon she's holding. This would certainly be a first for her, having someone actually seek her out among the population. Her words cause Salamence to drift closer to her side, growls still escaping the behemoth.[break][break]
"Definitely creepy," she retorts, shifting her gaze to the one with a hat. Her gaze drifts as she glances him over, ignoring his handsome features in favor of seeing if he's armed. No weapons, she deducts before moving to make eye contact again. "Introduce yourselves? For what reason?" She snickers, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't get closer if I were you, his bite is no joke." She knows, from experience, that one does not want to be on the opposing side of a protective Salamence's jaw.[break][break]
At their open admittance of being fans, she lowers the weapon with a light laugh. Fans? Why would they be a fan of her? She's nothing special, nothing more than a weapon molded by her father's hands. Curiosity gets the better of her and so, with a grin, she questions them. "Why would you two be fans of me? Aren't there better options?" Her tone holds a teasing notion to it until the one with the hat openly pokes fun at the other one, earning a fit of laughter from the blonde.[break][break]
Ali attempts to catch her breath, giggles still escaping as she stumbles to speak again, long ponytail fluttering in the breeze. "A Mightyena, that's good. I like that," she retorts before offering a cheeky grin, moving to place her hands on both sides of her hips, the metal of her weapon cool against the exposed skin. "Got any names or should I just call you Thing One and Thing Two?" Another bout of laughter flutters past her lips before she tips her head in an attempt at a greeting, Salamence still snarling at her side despite the now teasing smile that comes to her lips. "Name's Ali. Did you want an autograph or something?"
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Oct 16, 2019 18:23:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2019 18:23:27 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","manalishi"] [attr="class","manalishil"] [attr="class","manalishiltop"] [attr="class","manalishiltopp"] [attr="class","manalishiltop2"]DOUBLE TROUBLE [attr="class","manalishiltop3"]AND I'M SEEING DOUBLE VISION [attr="class","manalishilpost"]
The twins were used to strangers’ suspicions. And, if they were to be perfectly honest with themselves, they knew that the skepticism was warranted. After all, they were some of the best pick pockets on this side of Mount Silver (and probably the other side too). So, perhaps, they shouldn’t have been surprised by the salamence’s aggressive reaction to their arrival. After all, they had been attacked by all sorts of vicious pokémon before. Still, Nate took a quick step back and Nick’s fingers twitched toward the Charizard on his belt. Or Q? Who would be the best opponent?[break][break]
Nate made the decision for both of them. Despite the initial shock, he grinned just as widly as ever, ignoring the massive pokémon and focusing his attention on its owner. “Just your undivided attention,” Nate beamed.[break][break]
“That, and to meet the person that keeps us from dying of boredom. You wouldn’t believe how few people ask us for weaponry…” Nick grumbled. Unlike Nate, his gaze remained on the salamence for another long moment before he turned back to the woman before him. Nimble fingers still rested gently on the pokéball at his side. Nate was free spirited, wild, and perhaps a little bit too reckless. Nick was as well, at least in his own right, but he’d always been a little bit more cautious, a little bit more willing to see the obvious danger in any situation.[break][break]
“They think their pokémon can save them from anything.” Nate chuckled. This might have been a thinly veiled criticism, if the woman in front of him wasn’t holding a loaded weapon. Obviously, she was perfectly capable of defending herself, with or without the massive dragon pokémon that accompanied her. There was certainly no hiding that she was willing and able to put up a damn good fight. It’s a damn good thing, Nate thought, that they had not come to steal from her.[break][break]
Nick smirked at salamence, despite his teeth. Though he was uncertain whether or not it might lunge at him, he grinned at it as though he was looking a newborn vulpix. Fear? No, he’d conquered that long ago. “Suckers.” Nick glanced at the target briefly and raised an eyebrow. Noting that she made good use of both her pokémon, assuming that its bite matched its snarl, and the weaponry offered by curor. “Seems like you’ve put our arsenal to good use. That’s one of my favorites,” Nick smirked, motioning to the gun. It was familiar, was it one of theirs? Perhaps. He narrowed his eyes, studying it for another moment before Nate broke in again. [break][break]
“We’re two of curor’s weapon specialists, of course.” Nate laughed, as if it was obvious despite their apparent lack of weaponry. In reality, both twins often wore coats for precisely this reason. They tucked a pair of weapons in the waist of their belts, and were always prepared for a shootout. Nick, given his who he was, always carried a grenade as well. One could never be too safe.[break][break]
“And you’re our biggest client.” Nick snickered. It was true, they had filled more requests for the woman standing before them now, than they had anyone else in the entirety of the force. She was a special case. “We thought it was about damn time that we met you and—“ [break][break]
“And ask what the hell you’re doing with the big guns.” A devilish gleam lit Nate’s eyes. It was hardly a secret that he was perfectly contented to watch the world burn. And if the destroyer of worlds was using his arsenal? All the better. He couldn’t help but love a little bit of name recognition. Destruction: sponsored by the Finnigan twins![break][break]
Nick glanced at the target again. “Please tell me that you’re not just using them for this… I was hoping for a hole in the side of some bank or something.” [break][break]
Nate laughed. “Yeah, and we wanted in.” Any get rich quick scheme was fine with him. They could easily find their way into some sort of well-guarded museum, or a Gym, or maybe even the Elite Four if they were careful enough. The final thought delighted Nate. He’d always wanted to face off against the Elite Four, perhaps that wouldn’t be such a bad way to do it.[break][break]
“But if you’re just using it for target practice…” Nick shrugged and glanced at Nate, who smirked back at him. Were they trying to goad her? Perhaps. Picking and prodding at someone until they did as the twins wanted was one of their very best talents. Annoyance often led to whatever it was they wanted, if only for the target to get the pair out of their hair. “Well, we could probably draw a big target on the side of a bank and you can leave the rest to us.” He beamed, and Nate laughed along.[break][break]
“We just got a new grenade launcher, and we’re dying to try it out!!” It was true. The pair had acquired a number of rather impressive weapons. The twins had made an excellent deal with an arms dealer in a far, far away land. It never failed to amaze Nick that they could get damn near any weapon they wanted if only they asked the right person in the right nation. At this point in their careers, they’d made plenty of connections. Nate often boasted that he could get a fighter plane if he wanted one… Nick was honestly beginning to believe in the validity of it. Nate had a way of making the most ridiculous things happen.[break][break]
“So, in short,” Nick replied with a nod, “That’s why we’re fans of yours. We like your taste and we wanted to know more. Don’t worry, we’re fans of other people too.” He nodded with fake solemnity.[break][break]
“Like Cynthia, Elesa, Sabrina, Skyla…” Nate beamed, amused. There was a playfulness in his eye that he struggled to hide. It was these little giveaways that allowed people who’d spent a bit of time with the twins to tell them apart. For all of their physical similarities, it seemed that Nate’s eyes were always bright with humor, as if all the world was his to laugh at.[break][break]
“Flannery too,” Nick added.[break][break]
“You just like her ‘cause she’s a fire type trainer.”[break][break]
“And you like Elesa because you’re into high fashion? Fat chance.” Nick raised an eyebrow, and Nate smirked in response and shrugged a shoulder. Guilty as charged. His team was entirely made up of electric type pokémon had always been his preference, just as fire types were Nick’s. “Thing One and Thing Two is fine, just as long as I’m Thing One,” Nick joked. They’d been called far worse throughout their lives. If she wanted to call them something silly, he couldn’t give a damn. After all, they’d give her hell for calling the wrong one by the wrong name, no matter which names she decided to call them by.[break][break]
“No!! NO WAY!” Nate snarled, punching Nick in the arm. “I’m Thing One. Alphabetically, I’m first!!”[break][break]
“Yeah! But I’m better looking than you! And who the fuck goes alphabetically?” Nick fired back. [break][break]
"I do!!" Nate was obviously offended. “No you—“[break][break]
“AND, I’m older!!”[break][break]
“You’re not better looking. Nope. You’re obviously not!” Nate glanced at Ali as if expecting her to agree. He crossed his arms over his chest, as if there was no way that Nick could possibly refute this final point. He couldn’t argue with the fact that Nick was older, but that was beside the point. It was hardly his fault that he’d been born a few moments later.[break][break]
“Am too!”[break][break]
Nick started to argue again, and then seemingly remembered that Ali was there. “Obviously the oldest twin is Thing One, right?”[break][break]
“Nope, it ought to be alphabetical. Nate is before Nick!” He then turned to Ali and grinned, They often gave fake names to strangers, but she was one of them. If they lied to her, if they told her some aliases they’d made up, it wouldn’t really serve them. After all, they wanted that salamence of hers to stop looking at them as though it was planning its next meal. The only way to do that in this case was to be neighborly and not lie about who they were… For now, anyway. “Those are our names. I’m Nate, he’s Nick. You can always tell us apart because I’m better looking.”[break][break]
“You are not!” Nick pointed to his head. “And I always wear a hat. I don’t want anyone confusing me for him…”[break][break]
Nate started to argue again, but Nick gave him a swift glare and he shut up. Something unspoken had occurred between them, but it seemed that Nate understood this boundary, even if he’d needed a reminder. “Hmph.”[break][break]
“An autograph, huh?” Nick was amused, his eyes glinted. “You got a pen? Nate’s been dying for a little ink on his chest.”[break][break]
Nate smirked and then nodded along. “No, not little. Big. Ali, in big letters across my chest. It’ll look great.” Both twins chuckled, apparently amused at this new idea. “And Nick wants it written on his ass.” An uproarious laughter followed, both of them tossed their heads back and grinned wide. They couldn’t help but be a bit ridiculous.
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Good lord, they can't help but be ridiculous sometimes... All the time. I apologize for their misbehavior. RIP
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Oct 16, 2019 22:49:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2019 22:49:51 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","viva"][break] [attr="class","vivalyric"]AND THE HAND YOU WANNA HOLD IS A WEAPON AND YOU'RE NOTHING BUT SKIN [break]
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one thousand nine hundred fourteen[break][break]
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EEEEEE <3 srry this is so long wowie didn't expect it to be a book ;u; |
Everything about them seems... Odd.[break][break]
From their rather emerald appearances to their mannerisms. Over the top, perhaps? Comfortable in their antics? Definitely. The ease at which they banter is amusing that much is obvious. A comedy show in their own right, feeding off the energy of the other with a quickness she has never known. People like this actually exist? Funny, she always thought comedians were just for show.[break][break]
The reactions to her prized beast are warranted. One steps back reflexively, the other seeming uncertain. Will they call their own Pokemon? She waits, time ticking away with each beat of her heart. Salamence, in all his glory, snaps his teeth in annoyance. A big baby, really, with tantrums to put the terrible twos to shame. Irritation is evident on the massive tyrant as he huffs and puffs. Any interruptions of his time spent with his trainer are unwelcome and grounds for shows of aggression. Possessive and childish as an only child, it's only natural for him to go to such lengths to garner his trainer's attention once more. Ali, however, raises a hand to pat his shoulder, gentle and soothing in her actions. "Now, now," she murmurs to the behemoth, voice calming as a song. "I don't think they're much to be jealous of."[break][break]
Or not.[break][break]
The one without a hat grins, a cheeky quirk of his lips, and requests exactly what her Salamence is trying to avoid. Her undivided attention? Now, why would she give them that? An eyebrow raises, honey brown shifting between two pairs of gold. Before she can question it, however, the other pipes up with his own addition to the conversation. His words alone are enough for her to pause, merely staring at them as though they possess four heads. "First of all, why do you need my attention? Get it somewhere else," she offers, a simple solution to this fiasco. She isn't the first nor will she be the last to need weapons. Can't they seek someone else out for their needs? "Second," Ali begins again, sighing. These two will give her a headache, she can already tell. "If you need help to not die of boredom then do something with yourselves? You guys are big boys, I'm sure you can figure out how to do that on your own." A nice way to tell them to piss off, perhaps. She doesn't need an audience. That's, you know, sort of the reason why she's here in the first place. Away from prying eyes, from the watchful eyes of her father.[break][break]
Naturally, she has to agree with them there. Trainers rely too much on their Pokemon now, expecting the best of their partners, dragging them into business that should be handled with other means. Perhaps it's how she was raised that brings a laugh out of her throat from his words, or simply how the world has shaped her. "Not wrong," she offers in response. It's a simple fact, really. Most use Pokemon as weapons, means to protect themselves from cruelty. She? She'll take a gun any day. After all, her form of help is a sniper on the roof.[break][break]
Her gaze shifts to the one with the hat, trying to ignore just how he's smirking at her Salamence. He's not a child and while she can't exactly reprimand him for it, she doesn't exactly approve. With a click of her tongue to the roof of her mouth, she murmurs to him. "Quit it. You'll only make him mad." She should expect that they don't care but... Well, she isn't exactly in the mood to try to separate these children.[break][break]
Meeting his eyes as they shift from her companion to herself, the stare she gives him is daring. A little bit of defiant mingling with curiosity, a dash of flirtatious thrown in for good measure. His eyebrow raises and she mirrors the action, tongue poking out mockingly. Of course she uses the best. What does she look like? An amateur? Hilarious. Nevertheless, she humors him, nonchalantly waving the gun around. "Oh, this? It's alright, I guess. Kinda boring for a favorite." Personally, she'd always lean toward something a little flashier. A sword, perhaps, or a scythe like one of the commanders. Besides, she's always been fond of close combat. Something about the heat of the fight just makes her heart flutter. A bit of an odd thing, really, but... A girl's gotta have some fun somehow.[break][break]
The other speaks again and she barely contains the snarl that escapes her, bristling at the mention of their line of work. Idiots. "Really letting the cat outta the bag, huh?" Her tone is harsh as she stalks closer, eyes narrowing. Don't they know the first rule of these kind of groups? It's just like Fight Club, really. Don't talk about Fight Club. That's the first rule of being a bad guy isn't it? "Careful," she warns, slipping between the two without a care. A tip of one's hat, a tug at the other's hair, moving to bump one side of her hips into the closest one. Sorry, hat guy, but you asked for it. "I wouldn't go around announcing that to just anyone. It'd be a shame to ruin such nice faces," Ali remarks, grip tightening on the metal in her hand. Sure, they'd probably heal, but she doesn't want to be the one sent to deal with it. With how serious her father is about this group of theirs, she just might have to.[break][break]
From her new position between them, she can actually get a better look at their features. Both, now that she's thinking about it, do look slightly familiar. Maybe she's seen them in passing? A shame, really, for her to frequent the weapons facility as much as she does and still not know the specialists behind the variety at her disposal. Their group is vast, however, and she finds it rather preposterous for her to be their biggest client. Wouldn't the troops be in higher demand of their skills? "I see," she muses, taking one last glance between the two before sauntering back to her beast's side. The dragon type snarls at the pair, large tail curling protectively at her legs. The action earns an eye roll from the blonde, too used to her dragon's antics to care.[break][break]
Ali moves to holster the gun in her hand, a grin spreading to her lips. Oh, so they're curious about what she's using today? Weirdos. Couldn't they have just looked at the logs? She's required to check out everything she takes, although most seldom get returned. "Big guns, for this?" she gestures to what's left of the targets. "Why would I waste them on target practice? Do you take me for a moron?" Her scoff is paired with the crossing of her arms over her chest. For weapons specialists, they sure are dense. No way in hell would she openly make use of the bigger additions to her arsenal of toys. They're for special occasions... Or a special cause.[break][break]
Irritation rises at their words, earning a sneer from the blonde. If they wanted to rob a bank so badly, couldn't they just do it themselves? Why would they want to involve her? She wants no part of it. There's two of them, they can pull it off easily enough right? Her practice is to craft her skills, work on what she needs to accomplish her own goals. She can't exactly do that with the side of a bank.[break][break]
The mention of a grenade launcher, however, piques her interest. And so, with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk, she dives into that information, teeth ready to sink into another skill set. Besides, she's never actually used a grenade launcher before... Sounds like fun. "I'm listening," she snickers. "Tell me more about this grenade launcher. Can I use it?" That's the only thing she cares about, really. Another weapon to use, another way to prove her worth. Although her father might not be as approving of such a thing, she doesn't care. The opportunity to make off with yet another tool under her belt is tantalizing if she's being completely honest. Perhaps that's why she inches closer again, a predator looking for prey.[break][break]
"So," she begins, eyes landing on the one without a hat first. "What I'm understanding is you wanted to see who's using your toys. What else could you possibly want to know?" Her gaze shifts to the other one as she continues talking, coming to a stop before him, peering up at golden eyes through stray pieces of blonde bangs. "Don't you wanna bother your other idols instead?" She grins at him before turning to his companion, amusement settling onto her features. "I'm sure any of those girls would just love to get to know you two. Have at it," Ali makes a shooing motion with her hands before backing up a few steps to merely watch as they dissolve into bickering among themselves. A normal thing for the pair, she assumes.[break][break]
Her attention is snagged again as the man with the hat speaks to her again, earning a grin from the blonde. "You can be whatever you want, honey." As soon as she answers, however, they begin arguing again and she rolls her eyes in response. Definitely a headache causing duo, that much is certain. Oh hell, they're even dragging her into it. When prompted to give her own two cents on the attractiveness of one over the other, she shrugs. Indifference is best when dealing with these two perhaps? Although... Okay, maybe she does have an opinion and maybe the one with the hat catches her eye a bit more than the other. Best to stay out of it, however.[break][break]
If they'd let her, that is. No matter how hard she tries to allow them to squabble, one always tries to drag her back into it. "I have no input on this," she offers with another shrug. They can figure it out for themselves, right? Besides, does it really matter if one is thing one and the other is thing two? Children.[break][break]
"Well," she interrupts them with a grin. "Nice to meet you, Nick," she nods to the one with the hat, "Nate," and tosses a nod to the other. Names certainly help, she decides. Without the hat, how can anyone tell them apart?[break][break]
Jeez, there they go again. Another eye roll is directed at the two as she leans against Salamence, glancing to the dragon who has already begun to look bored. "Do they ever stop?" She asks the beast, earning a growl in response. Yeah, she agrees with him there. When they finally stop, it seems as though the little tease she gave them about an autograph is taken seriously. Huh, well if they want? "Unfortunately, I don't. I'm sure you can find me one," she laughs. Perhaps she should start carrying a pen if fans are gonna just come out of the woodwork like this.[break][break]
"Chest, got it." she points to Nate before turning to Nick, grinning. "And ass? Anything for my fans." She'll certainly go along with it, although if it turns out that they don't actually want her autograph she might be a little miffed. "Any other requests or is that it?" An eyebrow raises as she questions them, curious if they might leave her alone after simply getting an autograph. Somehow, she doubts that but a girl can dream right?
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