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welcome to hoenn! [ hanzhuque & emphxtix closed au ]

Oshawott looked up at the Dragonite with wide eyes, holding onto his trainer’s hair as he gave excited little trills (they didn’t often see such large pokémon on their travels, and when they did, Oshawott was kept secure in his pokéball to keep from getting totally squashed. Clarté scratched the excitable pokémon under his chin before tilting his head and responding to the question. “Oshawott? He’s from the Unova region, so they’re exceptionally rare around these parts. I got mine via trade, so those options are available.” He smiles at the compliment to his partner, gently brushing his hand over her head. “Thank you, she’s my closest friend…” He perked at the mention of Lavaridge and tilted his head to the side with a small smile. “If you wouldn’t mind a companion, I’d love to head that way with you. There are still some pokémon in the area I haven’t caught yet and I’m a little meticulous about ‘dex filling.” He’d gotten both Flannery’s and his father’s badges, so he really was just going along for the ride. But he didn’t mind this new person, and that in and of itself was rare.

Victoria really liked spending time with Luhan, she wasnt easy to deal with but somehow Luhan always made her happy then ever. “you don’t needed to give me anythung, just the fact that you’re here is enough” she smilled gently, looking at him. He was one of the easiest persons to talk and Victoria liked that, how easily everything was with him. “i cant ditch work everyday” she smilled gently “but i can try to go see you at least two or three days in the week.” she smilled “he loves me so i can do it, so now we can spend more time together” she grinned “it sounds good right?”

Although he didn't like the idea of her getting distracted from work, he still nods with a smile that never leaves his face. He lets out a sigh and notices the cab stopping. He grabs his wallet to pay for the cab and pats your head. "We're here, Jie. I hope you're hungry because I know I am!" He gets out of the cab first and then open the door on the other side for her.

should there have been any sort of disappointment painted on the male’s facial features, there truly wasn’t. despite the other male seemingly advancing towards him, he quirks a brow as if curiosity strikes him right then and there and he chuckles then. then, he’s taking two steps with an additional one to hop onto the wall railing behind him as he stares at the individual. perhaps it’s only him that remembers, perhaps he’s just mistaking the latter for some doppelganger; he shrugs before humming a soft tune, “no one of importance but, perhaps a quick introduction could work. say—ya’ wouldn’t happen to be a student over at snu, though…are ya?”

He was still a little confused because it sounded like the male in front of him knew who he was, but why couldn't he remember him? He lifts his free hand to scratch the back of his head and he scanned the other male from head to toe but no luck. He still didn't know who the other was. He keeps his guard up as the other gets near him and he leans slightly away from the unknown male. Maybe the male was mistaking him for someone else, hence the situation they were in. Once he mentions his school, he raises a brow. "Was a student. Past tense, meaning Not there anymore." He left it at that because he didn't want to tell the other that he graduated already.

         He nods to show that he is indeed listening, and an intrigued hum vibrates through the air as his eyes fall to the pot as the other pours all of the ingredients in. “I see… It sounds like a useful class, then. I’ll definitely drop by one day.” A smile tugs at his lips at the thought, but he soon blinks at the question. “Oh, um—” He turns, grabbing the cup of rice that had been hidden from view by the way he was leaning. Handing it over, he chuckles a bit. “Here you go.”

"...Really?" He was a little surprised that you said that you'd stop by because he never thought that you would actually consider taking a cooking class, but that was his assumption. His lips actually curved up to form a smile because he thought this was the first time to see the other male smile. He switches his gaze to the rice and thanks you before halting. The cup hovered over the cooker and he stared. "Wait.." He paused for a slight minute. "Did you wash the rice?"

"I guess." She said, acting as though it horribly upset her but an obviously-joking smile rested on her lips. "Ah, yeah.. I’m Soyou. " She chuckled, messing up her own hair. "I will take that as a compliment and yes, I am a model." Noticing the look on your face, she quickly shook her head. "No, it was useless when I first came here. You just made it more interesting." She brought up her shoulders to shrug. "I don’t believe in ‘em. I just don’t know why I don’t."

He noticed her tone change again and this time he felt even more bad. He tried to think of something that would make it up to the young woman but what could I he possibly do? Once she started speaking again, he smiled and offered his hand. He was about to tell her his name again, but he stopped, remembering that he didn't need to. He blinked and didn't say anything for a few seconds before dropping his jaw slightly. along with his hand. "Seriously? You really are? I was just guessing!" He was completely surprised and felt stupid because she was a model and he really didn't know who she was. "Wait.. what? It was useless? Wait.. how did I make it interesting?" He let out a sigh. "I guess there are a lot of unanswered questions... huh?"

"Never. I hates too. But if I were going to a place to get scared, I would go to a skyscraper.” She pointed out with a grin. “I’m doing this murder mystery shoot and I needed inspiration so my manager offered this place… I’m gonna have to complain to him because I think I have even less inspiration now.” Cocking an eyebrow, she rubbed the back of his neck. “How do you know?” She asked though she too didn’t believe in ghosts. 

"...Can't we just go someplace nice.. and peaceful where we wouldn't have to fear for our lives?" He paused and looked at the other before tilting his head. "By the way, I'm Lu. Who are you?" He stood silent but briefly after you spoke. "I-- shoot? Manager? Are you some sort of model? I mean you have the looks of one. Forgive me- I shouldn't be judging based on appearances." He felt bad because he felt as if he ruined her inspiration. "I apologize if I ruined it--" He lifted his hand to scratch behind his ears. "I actually don't.. but how do you know that they're real?"

and that’s when he realises and he’s chuckling. right, not everyone is used to seeing me play with my butterfly knife. he blinks, as if baffled but hardly, though the latter doesn’t need to know. then, he’s flicking his wrist to conceal the blade of the weapon and holds it up in mock surrender. “chill—’m a lil sad ya don’t remember me, nor do you remember i like playin’ with knives, hm.”

He slowly moved the knife in his hand down, but kept his guard up, because who knew what this male was capable of. He squinted as the other spoke as if he knew who he was. He surely didn't remember anyone that looked like him. He slowly made his way towards you, moving his feet forward little by little, having a questioning look on his face. "Who.. Who are you.."

"Maybe next time we can go somewhere really scary… Like the top of some sky scrapper." She let out a small chuckle and stood up to turn on the light. "Where did you learn about this place anyways?" She asked, rubbing her now asleep leg. Honestly, she found how hard he was trying to scare her amusing. "Maybe we should go on a ghost hunt. Who knows, maybe we’ll find a ‘string’."

"...Skyscraper." He repeated and stared at the other with a you've got to be kidding me, no way in hell am I going somewhere like that face. "I hope you're joking, because I don't do well with.. high heights." He didn't join you in laughing, instead he gave the woman a shrug. "It was on a brochure. In the gift place at the place I work, they have a stand with all sorts of attraction, and this one sort of caught my eye. What about you?" He paused and continued to stare at the other. "Don't be silly, ghost don't exist.. I was just joking.. "

Soyou chuckled and took the flashlight and shown it on her own face. “Sort of.” She said in the most creepy voice she could muster. “It didn’t scare me because all the victims are stupid. Why did they bother staying in the house?” She asked, tilting her head as her face held a curious look. “Normal people would leave after the door upstairs slammed.” She handed the flashlight back to you, expecting some type of answer that would hopefully leave her more scared.

He flinched when he heard a change in her voice as she repeated part of the words he said. It was getting a little creepy, and he was starting to get a little nervous. He looked around and let out a sigh in defeat. "You know.. I'm not really sure if people were really murdered here.. I was just told that there were victims.. a lot of them.." He trailed off once more looking around and about. "Many people also are very curious. If something happens, their mind tells them to leave and don't go there, but in reality there's a string that guides them further into the unknown.." That's probably what happened here." He said putting air quote around everything because he honestly didn't believe in these murder and ghost stories. He extended his hand out to take back the flashlight that was handed back to him.