can't run this gun [Baskervilles, Blue]

[STYLE=border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 10px;][/style][STYLE=float:left; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-left: 35px;][/style][STYLE=float:right; border: 4px solid #151515; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -108px; margin-right: 35px;][/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -8px;]let me save you[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]to redeem myself[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 340px; text-align: justify; background-color: #6E6E6E; padding: 17px; color: #000000; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9;]In the short time Alyssa had been standing outside the entrance of the amusement park, it had officially opened, and more people began entering the ‘first’ portion of the park and queuing in line for their official entrance through the gates as soon as they opened. It appeared that their official opening time was actually nine o’clock, though they still used the last few minutes of peace from quests to test the machines. Sensible, it never hurts to test something multiple times before assuring it’s fine and correctly functioning… she thought, watching the people pass with the growing sense that more would be arriving as it neared ten o’clock, seeing as nine was still apparently early for some…a prominent example of that day being Blue. The lazy bum hadn’t responded to her pounding on the door to get him out of bed. That was a problem. She’d had full intentions of making a good first impression, but with no Blue (yet) that chance was struck through the heart like an arrow through an apple.

I suppose we can’t all be early birds… she thought, though the prospect of Blue not showing up for the entire time she was to meet with them was unnerving. His lack of appearance would be a cold mark on her record with them. Blue was the subject of what she knew was a test to see if she was the real deal as she’d claimed over the phone – Hoenn’s Leader for Nox. I would not be doubted so soon if it were a test of other standards…I wouldn’t have to weigh my chances on a…lazy bum… she thought, finding no better word for Blue at the time. Her thoughts were interrupted by the stirring feeling that she was no longer alone. Angling her head slightly to see out from beneath her hood, she looked through her white bangs at a young man approaching, almost silently. If she’d not noticed the crawling sensation that she were being watched, he would have been able to approach her without notice.

Though her hood fell down mostly before her eyes, they were still visible to one that looked at her from the right angle, and the young man she hoped assumed was Conan Baskerville moved in accordance with it. ”Good morning, little miss red riding hood.” It took her a moment to realize that he was referring to her attire, specifically the red hoodie she now wore. She saw his hand out of the corner of her eye when he moved the hood back to see her whole face, not just the shadowed-over portion that was left revealed by the hood. She looked up at him, waiting a moment before returning the smile upon his face with a small one of her own. Though it was more of a neutral smile for now, seeing as they had not confirmed anything or even so much as spoken outside of the small comment Conan.

She noticed his position second, after only briefly moving her eyes from his gaze to look at him entirely, to add to the small mental file she made that was labeled with his name, trying to create a person with an appearance rather than simply a voice and a name. He stood before her, close and shielding her face from view of curious onlookers that may have passed. She stood straighter, pulling her shoulders easily off the wall as she did so, though the proper posture did little to change the height at which she stood. The proximity at which he stood from her was something that would normally have startled another person, however, Hoenn’s Leader remained passive to it, waiting for an explanation, which she soon got.

…so that’s what I was feeling… before she had become more interested with the sensation that he watched her with a certain intent, a slighter, less-noticeable feeling of being watched had sat at the back of her mind as well, though it wasn’t exactly something she would be too concerned about. Her blue eyes moved to merely glance at the back of the guard he motioned to before returning her eyes to his red ones.

”Pardoned.” she said easily, giving a small nod. ”I suppose I should thank you for that.” she told him, giving a small shrug to accompany it. Although it wasn’t much of a heroic deed or anything of the sort, she didn’t exactly appreciate being stared at. Cheering from the crowd met her ears seconds after the sound of a gate opening did, and she briefly looked away. The main gates had opened. That was a more ideal place to speak, though she would wait for the weapons dealer to make his move first.

”Am I to assume you are Conan Baskerville?” she asked quietly, trusting that she had not been fooled by the three brothers, and this was who she had contacted only a few days prior. His voice was the same, but anybody could provide a name through a phone, as he had stated when she did. ”If that’s –“ she cut off when she heard a familiar voice, though she had not seen the owner approach through the man before her.

”Safe to assume that you’re close with Akiyama?”

Alyssa raised her eyebrow slightly and looked around the Baskerville’s shoulder to see Blue standing before her as he turned more to face her. ”…Sorry I’m late.”

The Veteran Trainer stared at him for a moment before speaking. ”Well, at least you showed up…” she said, glancing at Conan, before silently adding …lazy bum. Do you have any idea what sort of mental roller coaster I’ve been having?. There was her end of the bargain, as promised. She would have gotten Blue in contact with Conan one way or another. If there was one thing she did well, it was keep promises she made.

I’ll let him take the question… she thought, pulling her hands out of her pockets, where they’d dropped to.
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