[attr=class,infotab]Weather: Rain

[attr=class,infotab]Time: Evening

[attr=class,infotab]Tags: PlagueDoc

[attr=class,infotab]Words: 613

[attr=class,infotab]Level: 18

[attr=class,infotab]Moves: Venoshock, Poison Sting, Bite, Wide Guard

Diva couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed as she bounced through the rogues’ alleyways late into the evening. There was a certain absence in the air that she wasn’t really hoping for, but with the rain coming down like this she felt foolish to have failed to anticipate it. Not every Pokémon was a water type like she was. Not every Pokémon enjoyed the rain like she did, but that was the reality of that evening, and there was nothing even the great Diva could do about it.
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The glitzy Mareanie was a new face around these parts, and what she was seeking right then was attention. To find attention, she needed to find Pokémon. “Where is everyone hiding?” she uttered to herself. The brutal star considered announcing her presence, but then swiftly dismissed the idea. It was unladylike, and she didn’t want to sound overly desperate. If she didn’t find anyone, she’d just come back another day when the weather was clearer. It wasn’t going to be the end of the world if tonight’s outing happened to end up a total failure.
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Her ruminations left her very unaware of her surroundings, and her wander soon became dangerously aimless. She’d lost all sense of direction as she blindly navigated the maze of alleys. The pitter patter of raindrops and the splashing from Mareanie jumping into and out of puddles; it all became background noise behind her desire to run into a Pokémon. Any Pokémon! Even a dreary Feebas or an old crusty Relicanth would suffice.
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She could have sworn the lack of attention was chipping away at her sanity when she heard a number of various voices echoing with laughter. She blinked a little and listened some more, just to confirm that what she heard was real. Following the sound of the party, she found herself at the doorstep to an establishment, if she could call it that, labelled “Ursaring’s Under Bar”.
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Her entry was barely noticed, but that was fine. Everyone had their own things to get on with. While the mirror dangling on Diva’s silver necklace caught a few glances from the crowd, nobody took it upon themselves to talk to her as she begrudgingly waded through the masses, still dripping wet from the rain. She may have accidentally pricked a Whismur with one of her nettles, but that wasn’t of any concern to her. It was their fault for not giving enough room. That was Diva’s least favourite thing about rabble. Their existence alone was a colossal burden, but it was still preferable to the emptiness of the world outside.
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Though hoping to find Ursaring, the first area of free space she happened upon was by the fireplace, with a lone Aron resting beside it. That was actually pretty convenient, since she needed to dry off. The other Pokémon seemed fairly relaxed, and could very well have been sleeping for all Diva knew. In fact, that was exactly how she saw it.
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But she didn’t really care.
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“Hey, wake up!” she demanded of the Aron, seemingly unfazed by his abnormally massive figure. In truth she was cautious about getting into a scrap with this one, but she masked it well behind her egotism. “You looked a little left out of the party so I thought I’d grace you with my company. I’m Diva, the prettiest and toughest Mareanie you’re likely to ever meet. Can I get you something to drink?”
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She flashed a smile and was honestly quite ecstatic to have someone to talk to. Now all she could do was hope that he’d be willing to offer some of that sweet attention she’d been craving this whole time.

[attr=class,infotab]Weather: Rain

[attr=class,infotab]Time: Evening

[attr=class,infotab]Tags: PlagueDoc

[attr=class,infotab]Words: 337

[attr=class,infotab]Level: 18

[attr=class,infotab]Moves: Venoshock, Poison Sting, Bite, Wide Guard

Well that took forever, and the contrast between the two Pokémon became that much more apparent once the towering Aron explained himself. Diva had far too much energy in comparison to the rock-type before her, which after actually putting some thought into it, made a ton of sense. The bulk of the blame was on the rain of course, though it did feel a little like there was a chasm of a gap in maturity between the two outlaws.
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At this point Diva almost felt sorry for Tower to have to deal with a hyperactive little narcissist like herself, which led her to feel… not quite pity, but a loose guilt. However, letting her guard down to apologize was a potential step in the wrong direction. It showed weakness, which was sure to lead her down the path of unpopularity. Her own ego took priority, so she stood silent and listened to the mineral Pokémon some more before re-introducing herself.
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It might not have been the best idea to repeat her first introduction word for word, especially after hearing that she might be worth his time. Diva had yet to meet someone as smug as she was, and she wasn’t sure whether she should feel jealous or treat it as a sort of friendly rivalry. He mentioned the necklace at least, and did give her enough attention to satisfy her. In fact, he almost sounded impressed by her decision to bring it to a place like this. It was definitely worth seeing where this conversation was headed.
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“Certainly. You may call me Diva, and honestly I’m baffled at how you can sleep through all this.” She gestured toward the loudest area in the bar with a couple of her tentacles, and the noise began to grate on her nerves once she’d actually noticed it. She raised her voice a little so she could hear herself. “You’re definitely an interesting guy, Tower. That’s some impressive, like, mental fortitude or whatever. So, can I get you a drink maybe?”

[attr=class,infotab]Weather: Rain

[attr=class,infotab]Time: Evening

[attr=class,infotab]Tags: PlagueDoc

[attr=class,infotab]Words: 500

[attr=class,infotab]Level: 18

[attr=class,infotab]Ability: Merciless

[attr=class,infotab]Moves: Venoshock, Poison Sting, Bite, Wide Guard

That pun confirmed it. This Aron was a total patriarchal figure, although Mareanie couldn’t help but giggle a little under one of her tentacles. In some ways it reminded her of her own father, who’d even gone through the effort of getting her a set of pink curtains for her room. “Pincurchin’s pink curtains? Get it?” A message on the attached air mail was still fresh in her mind. Diva wasn’t even a big fan of pink, but she kept them anyway just because of her dorky father.
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Reminders of the one who bought her everything she wanted aside, Diva had taken it upon herself to navigate to the bar, get herself and Tower some drinks, and find her way back. “Sure, I’ll get right on it!” She was always so easily swayed by compliments that she was starting to let her guard down. “Wonderful company”, he said. Diva’s eyes lit up at the thought of someone she’d only just met already believing she was the bee’s knees. Of course, she always wants other Pokémon to get that impression, but this time it just happened so fluidly. She had a feeling the two of them were going to get along just fine.
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His closing words were a bit of an issue though. Diva was dead set on getting her own name known around here, and even introduced herself to the Ursaring running the place despite knowing that her name would just be cast into an abyss of an inapt memory. It was only the polite thing to do, and despite being an outlaw she still wanted to retain her sense of class. She just wasn’t the type to keep her nose down. Deliberately being unnoticed? Who’d want that?
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She returned with Tower’s usual order and a tall glass of Aguav juice for herself held in each of her front two tentacles. She found the bitter taste of Aguav refreshing, and it made her feel tougher just drinking the stuff. She could never tell if it was just a thing with Poison-type Pokémon or if it was just her. As much as she wanted to slide Tower's drink across the floorboards, Diva would never forgive herself if any of it spilled out, so she simply placed it in front of him.
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“So like, hey, sorry for waking you up. I just thought this was a pretty weird place to sleep, and besides, I wanted to ask you something. Long story short I have… ambitions. Big ones.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to divulge any more. It’s not that she wanted to hide anything, but there was that worry lingering in the back of her mind that he’d just laugh at her. A shrimp like her wanting to be a big name? The irony was strong for sure, especially in the face of the titanic Aron in front of her. “To get started I need to know, well, how things work around here. How does a Pokémon get a little recognition?”
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[attr=class,infotab]OOC: Sorry it took a while ^^"[break]Also I totally forgot to put Mareanie's ability on her posts, so thanks for reminding me!

[attr=class,infotab]Weather: Rain

[attr=class,infotab]Time: Evening

[attr=class,infotab]Tags: PlagueDoc

[attr=class,infotab]Words: 430

[attr=class,infotab]Level: 18

[attr=class,infotab]Ability: Merciless

[attr=class,infotab]Moves: Venoshock, Poison Sting, Bite, Wide Guard

“I’m not exactly new to the outlaw thing, just new here. There’s this one area on the beach where everyone warns the newcomers not to tangle with me. I’ve bruised more Pokémon than the number of poison spikes I’ve got.”
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Diva was getting full of herself, but of course all she could really call relevant experience was just that she bullied enough small fries to draw attention. The brutal star was certain that that strategy would not work here in the big city, what with the explorer guilds right around the corner serving justice at every turn. That’s why she was so open to discussion with Tower about her rise to infamy. She knew she didn’t have a chance if she tried by herself.
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“Some of them fear me so much that they do everything I say, but yeah like I said that’s the beach. This place is this place. The Pokémon around here are way tougher, and there’s more of them! I can tell already this is going to be harder, which is kinda why I’m asking for your help in the first place.
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You said you knew someone who might have a job for me, right? That’s the bit I’m not so clued up on. The whole job business. Back at Pebbleside I just beat up anyone who dared to stand against me. There wasn’t any structure to it. I’m just not the mastermind type, you know?”
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Admitting she didn’t have the brains for organized crime did shave a little pride off of her ego, but that’s just how her upbringing churned her out. Mareanie were a violent species. They picked fights against the weak. That was all there was to it, and she knew that alone wasn’t going to cut it around these parts. Much like Tower, Diva was in dire need of allies. Unlike the colossal Aron, however, she didn’t know just how important it was to her. It was little more than a lingering thought in the back of her mind. Perhaps the world of organized crime would broaden her skills, her experience, and ultimately her influence.
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“But something not-too-dangerous would be perfect! If I have to start small, I’ll start small. Just tell me where I need to go!”
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Something about being able to jump headfirst into a job, no matter what the magnitude, got the little poison Pokémon pumped. Picking on weaklings was right up her alley, and Diva was definitely the type to go for quantity over quality. Perhaps she was getting ahead of herself, but at least her eagerness was showing.
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[attr=class,infotab]OOC: I missed Diva and Tower <3