Death is not the end

        : [ 🐟 ] : – “I think by now, climbing through the window is the only way                                 to greet you Miss DeRosier. Besides, if someone comes                                 through the window then you’ll know it’s me or an intruder.                                 Both I think you should knock out to protect yourself.”

               M said casually, taking off his hat in politeness before closing the window behind himself. With the hat on a table, he moved closer towards her before stopping a few feet away.

                               “Honestly, again I was passing bye and wanted to say hello.                                 But if it’s a bad time, I’m more than happy to leave if you wish                                 for me to…but if there is anyway I could help, I’m willing to                                 do anything.”

                He offered. A hand against his chest and another partially extended to take her hand. It was an invitation. For what? M didn’t know, but sometimes just having contact with another person could help in situations.

The woman smiled softly, but backed away.

“Unless a bottle of wine is going to slide down your sleeve I do not believe I desire what you are offering.” His heart was in the right place, but she didn’t really want to see a rocket right now nor did she really want company, but M was different he came and went as he pleased and did not expect anything of her when he came nor left.

M never really made sense to her, but in a weird way that was comforting. He didn’t need to make sense to her, she was tired of being able to read men from top to bottom most were far too predictable, he wasn’t, but it was clear that he had no malice toward her nor wished her any harm and that calm and mundane mystery was comforting.

It wasn’t often she visited the rocket headquarters nor was it often she visited the mock of a grave they made for her ex husband...a sick reminder of the secret they kept for her. A reminder that they had the means to reveal the secret if she did not continue to act as a benefactor to the company. Silly a deal as it was considering if she just gone to the authorities to begin with it probably would have blown over quickly, but any chance of a trial for someone that young and up and coming could have ruined her. 

Noticing the other approaching her she laughed to herself before her expression turned cold.

It had been years, the woman was not sure how to feel seeing the other, though anger would only age her quicker, so her mind settled on a joyful reunion as the other approached.

It was not often that she traveled back to her home land for some shopping and sight seeing...and generally home region visits caused her large amounts of pain, but this time was different she felt euphoric traveling the streets of Lumiose with not a care in the world and her hair in a style she normally would not have it to mask who she was...though naturally the press could pick her out of a crowd. Despite this she was lucky enough to be spotted by a journalist she actually knew.

Privacy in your own home is a virtue for sure, you have a glass of wine think about the past...cry a little it’s a lethargic experience...when you’re actually alone. 

The woman turned at the noise she heard and dabbed her face a tad as to not mess up her make up and let out a defeated sigh.

“...ah it’s you. Should I just have a key made for you or do you prefer just jumping through the window?” 

Now; it wasn’t quite normally Maxxy would want to approach humans considering the stories he’s heard of them. How terrible they were to Pokemon kind. How they enslaved and captured Pokemon in odd devices to force them to battle. He’s hungry and the rest of her Pokemon (although scary to him) seemed to be enjoying themselves. Maxxy’s feet froze in place when she beckoned him over with the wave of her hand. She really wanted him to join her?  With that, the young Pokemon would begin to approach the trainer. Afraid to get too close for his comfort. All the while keeping his hardened bone to his mid chest in a at of defensiveness. 

She wasn’t too surprised to see the pokemon’s suspicions. A ground type walking into a garden full of grass types? Sounds like a massacre or capture waiting to happen, but she had no such plans she simply stood and slowly approached the cubone, waving off any of her phantumps that tried to follow, she whispered something in french behind her and a single duskull appeared holding a dish containing various poffins and assorted berries, laying the dish before the cubone. 

Unsure if the creature understood human speech, due to its clear reluctance to approach...though it was strange cubone very rarely appeared in sinnoh so this child must belong to a trainer or must have escaped an ecosystem integration study or something...right?

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💄 — makeup

Lets just say if someone saw her without makeup they would likely not recognize her. 

🎁 — giving presents to others

She loves to show off her wealth when it comes to gift giving, it is rare that she will purchase gifts for others but when she does she goes above and beyond. 

🎉 — hosting parties

She hosts a large extravegent party for walpurgis night and one for hallow’s eve, but otherwise does not invite folks over often, but is an excellent host when the time is right. 

🏊 — swimming

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giving me fun ones I see.

🌍 — knowledge of the world

Fantina is well versed in sinnoh regional poltics and social news, but is lacking in knowledge of the great worlds issues and some common news due to her habits of isolation. Any knowledge she has she collects casually while traveling/touring for contests be it as a coordinator or a judge. She does not seek news out however.

👻 — communing with the paranormal

She has been able to speak with spirits since she was young, but not in ways many would expect, she is not capable of summoning up specific spirits, the spirits come to her. She has no control over what spirits speak to her.

📚 — reading

Looking across the room the woman noticed someone familiar, ah...yes. The young up and coming coordinator Zoey, the woman had not had the pleasure of meeting the girl formally but has followed her career with some interest her performances rival those of the woman’s own from her youth, perhaps she owed the girl a word of praise.

Approaching the other Fantina smiled and extended a hand daintily in greeting. 

This child....she had a face she remembered, well part of it. It took the woman a moment before she mouthed to herself ‘Johanna’ yes those features...those eyes. This was the spawn of her rival back in the day.’

She had heard Johanna married, but she was not aware it was so long ago that the product would be a young woman now. She smiled at the girl.