trick or treat ;mikael

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

Aboard the SS Anne, the ball was in full swing. People fluttered from place to place, tittering joyfully and showing off gowns expensive enough that their profit could have fed a small village for a month. Pokemon bounced underneath their trainer's feet, unusually friendly with one another. After all, the holidays were a time to forget difference and push the war away in their memories, even a holiday such as Halloween.

River gave a sigh. She didn't belong here. She didn't want to be here. She was Nox, after all, and here the reek of Lux hung heavy in the air (or maybe that was the cologne of the punch boy. Regardless, it was noxious).

And yet here she was, elbows propped on the rim of the boat, watching men flirt and women giggle, her bored eyes hidden behind her mask. Despite her grumbling, she had taken care to look nice tonight, dressed in a black dress that had been her mother's (perhaps the only reason it was still shoved in the back of her closet and not tossed out with the rest of her dresses she had outgrown). The ring she wore, too was her mothers, though her other accessories right down to her shoes were adornments thrown at her by a bubbly Nox operative who had insisted River accompany her to the ball.

A bubbly Nox operative who had now disappeared, leaving River to fend for herself in a sea of dashing young men.

"I do not dance," she said coldly as a young man approached. She shot a glare his way and he retreated, off to find a more complacent prey.

Needless to say, there were more productive things River could have been doing.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • how many?
T A G G E D • mika/jin!
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • this gon' be gooood.

[mikaelrogers]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#dddddd;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;] HOW ABOUT YOU BE MINE? [/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]THE BALL SEEMED a waste of time. Or at least, it had to Mikael at first. He wasn't much of a party-goer, but the invitation he'd been sent requested that he attend and keep an eye out for any Nox members that may or may not have sneaked into the Mitternacht Ball. He wasn't too big on socialization anyways, but... A mission was a mission. Maria would have enjoyed herself. He wondered if he could bring anything back for her. Originally, Mikael hadn't planned on attending. Where was he supposed to find a mask or appropriate attire anyways? Saffron City wasn't exactly big on selling the pricey outfits. Luckily, Lux had been kind and charitable enough to send him one anyways straight from Ever Grande. It was probably the least they could do for him after all the dirty work he did. He felt a little uneasy without the familiar weight of the pistol that was typically at his side, and he'd left his goggles back in his cabin room as well. It would have been near impossible for Mikael to hide the weapon. Hopefully, the checkered masquerade mask would be enough to conceal his identity. He generally had a tendency to lie low, so he wasn't too worried about bumping into unwanted company. The S.S. Anne was bursting with color. There were people in all different colored outfits. Some had gone with vibrant reds and oranges while others went with the ever classy black and white. Mikael's own outfit was mostly black and his mask, ironically, was black and white, Lux and Nox's colors respectively. He'd retired to the railing of the ship for some fresh air. The sheer amount of people had begun to overwhelm him and instead of working on his people skills, he chose to avoid them entirely. And it appeared that there was a woman who was also taking a break from the ball. Perhaps... she was simply exhausted from the dancing. Mikael wasn't much of a dancer either so he didn't blame her for not wanting to participate.[/style]

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

A giggling couple scurried past River, off to find some empty room or quiet nook to cuddle the night away. River withheld a roll of her eyes. As far as romance went, she was sorely inexperienced and perfectly happy that way. There had been childhood boys who had liked her, of course, but generally they had not been fond of loosing to her in a quarrel, and she had been quite talented at brawling. Beyond that, the amount of her romantic experience summed up to one drunken night in Goldenrod City with a bottle of scotch and a woman whose name River couldn't remember.

Using her hands to lift herself up, River perched on the edge of the rail. She glanced over her shoulder, shuddering at the sight of the inky black ocean below. Despite what River would have liked others to believe, she couldn't swim worth a damn. Her father had been about to teach her when her and her mother were arrested, and River never had any desire to learn after that. But if anyone from Lux ever found that out, River couldn't be sure it wouldn't be used against her, and she couldn't risk that.

Pulling out her clutch, River clicked it open to peek at her Pokeballs. Maybe she'd call out Luna, just to have a bit of company. Her eyes flickered upward and caught contact with a man's standing across the deck. She stiffened, instantly on alert, before reminding herself she was a party not a battlefield. And he wasn't shoving his assets in her face either, like many of the other gentleman on board, so that was a plus. Okay. She could do this. Socializing was easy! Okay what was the first step...a wave? No, waving was stupid. Maybe she should say hi...but he was on the other side of the deck, she'd have to yell to be heard. Arceus this was a lot of trouble. A smile? Yes a smile was good. She could manage a smile. And so River did, an almost shy smile that came after a brief blush at the stupidity of it all. A burst of laughter roared over the ships. A Wailmer gave a mumble - someone had released it into the ocean. Then, the boat gave a sudden jerk, and before River could do much more then squeak an pinwheel her arms, she was toppling over the edge.

River hit with a crash, icy cold water shutting her brain down and numbing her body. For a minute she could hardly compute what had happened. Then her head broke and she gasped, hands clawing for something to grab onto. River swallowed water, choking and dissolving into coughs that only resulted in more sea water pooling in her lungs. She reached for her hip, only to find soaked satin instead of her Pokeballs. Then the ocean swallowed her up, fear threatening to drown her faster then the sea ever could.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • how many?
T A G G E D • Mikaaa <3
O U T F I T •
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • Fail, River. Fail.

[mikaelrogers]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#dddddd;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;] HOW ABOUT YOU BE MINE? [/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]HE COULD HAVE SWORN the woman from a distance was trying to catch his eye. Maybe it was his imagination. She was giving him a shy smile now, and he wondered if that was really a hint of blush he saw beneath her mask. It could have been his eyes playing tricks on him though. After all, it was dark outside and night had fallen. Mikael wasn't really sure what he was supposed to do. Should he return the gesture? If he did nothing, that would have been rude and cold, but he didn't smile very often (hell, that was the reason why Griff enjoyed getting him drunk at times), nor did he laugh. So he gave the dark-haired woman with the black mask a polite nod. But before he turned back to gaze across the surface of the black water, he heard a squeak and next thing he knew, she'd toppled over the edge of the ship. Mikael blinked, reacting entirely upon instinct. The sound of the serenading strings seemed to have overpowered her slight cry. No one appeared to have noticed she'd gone overboard. "Damn," he muttered, quickly shucking his jacket off and reaching into its pocket. He fished in its pocket and retrieved two Pokébalsl, tossing one up into the air. In a flash of red light, a red Braviary appeared, circling above the ship, and without even giving the Pokémon commands, Mikael had jumped over the railing and dove into the water after River. The second Pokéball had released a large water type Pokémon, and the Wailord dove underwater, immediately searching for the girl. He was a very strong swimmer, but River's black outfit and the black water made it difficult to locate her. Mikael considered it lucky that he'd managed to see the general vicinity of where she'd fallen in. And Marius had found her as well. The Pokémon hovered beside River as Mikael continued to swim downward. He grabbed a hold on her wrist before kicking his legs hard, desperately pulling the two of them to the surface. He held River close so that the currents would not tear her away. He was just glad she wasn't struggling too much. That would have made it harder, but there was always the possibility that if she wasn't squirming, she may have drowned. Aquila dove down towards his trainer and Mikael looped an arm around River and his free one around the Braviary's leg. The large bird Pokémon hefted them into the air while Marius watched from the waters. The sight of the Braviary had caused a bit of commotion and as the Pokémon landed aboard the ship, a few heads had turned. But attention was the last thing on Mikael's mind. He didn't even know who this girl was, but he supposed that she'd involved herself with him when they'd caught each other's eye. And quite frankly, even if she was a stranger, he would have still jumped in after her. He knew he was too soft. "Hello? Can you hear me?"

[/color] he said urgently as he set River on the floor, leaning forward to see if he could hear or see her breathing. Somehow, his mask was still in place. Mikael slipped his wet hand into River's. "Squeeze my hand if you can."[/color][/color][/style][/td][/tr]

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

It was dark. Oh Arceus was it ever dark. Dark and cold, and her lungs were screaming for air but there was none only water and suddenly River was very sure she was going to die. Die alone, drowning, without her Pokemon or any friends or family. Die without having ever avenged her grandfather's death, or unearthed the fate of her parents. If she could have breathed she may have cried. Instead she just drifted away, everything else dying except for the beat of her heart pounding in her ear.

Then, quite abruptly, there was air again. River choked, spitting up water, then gasped. The air was frigid against her pale, soaked skin, and she immediately broke into shivers. It took a moment before her brain jumpstarted, and she realized she was clinging for dear life to the chest of a man. At this point she must have fainted dozed off, because the next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the glossy wood of the deck, her savior was leaning over her, and a warm hand held hers. She opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was an embarrassing sob. River sat up, pressing a hand against her face. Miraculously, she still wore her mask (if she ever saw that sales man again she'd have to tell him he was right: this mask did cling like a Tentacool on acid), which meant her so called 'secret identity' was still intact.

Scrambling for a bit of control over herself, River tried to regain what little pride she had left. Raising her head, she made to thank the man who had dived in after her. However, once again her gaze caught his, though this time it was at a much closer vicinity, which seemed to make some sort of difference because River found she could not speak. All she could see was the man's eyes, but they were eyes that struck her almost deliriously as very beautiful, eyes that made her stomach flip and her fist clench and her cheeks redden.

So much for regaining that pride of hers.

"...shit. I mean, ah...um th-thank you!" River finally managed, her teeth chattering. Well, this was certainly mortifying. She made to stand but her legs were still shaking too bad to do so, so instead she was reduced to sitting there, a soaking, miserable and distinctly pathetic mess.

"Th-th-this is why I d-don't go t-to parties," River said dryly, trying to defuse the awkward tension. Yeah, good luck with that.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • how many?
T A G G E D • mika
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • so...I didn't see your cpr note until after i typed the whole post .__.

[mikaelrogers]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#dddddd;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;] HOW ABOUT YOU BE MINE? [/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]MUCH LIKE RIVER, Mikael was relieved to a point that his identity was still concealed. In fact, he was surprised that his mask was still intact and strapped to the upper half of his face. He would have preferred to keep his identity a secret. One could never be too careful, especially under such circumstances that the war brought. The thanks really wasn't necessary, so Mikael replied with a simple, "Don't mention it," before straightening and retrieving his jacket with the Pokéballs in its pockets. He reached for the two empty ones and returned the Braviary that was circling above the ship and the Wailord that was idly swimming alongside the S.S. Anne. Once that was done, he handed the dry jacket to River, Mikael ran his fingers through his wet hair. The night air was pretty chilly, but he was too stubborn to say that he was cold as well. Instead, he let out a slight chuckle at her statement. "I don't often attend them either,"

[/color] he admitted before handing the dry jacket to River. "... it's cold. You're wet."[/color] He was rather straight and to the point.

It was pretty cold for Mikael as well, but he figured tonight, being a gentleman would be the right thing to do. What the hell was someone supposed to do at these parties anyways? "... it's probably best if you went back to your cabin to dry off."[/color] He wasn't much of a talker, but at least he was trying. It was even more awkward, due to the fact that she was female, but conversation seemed unavoidable now. He'd involved himself with River from the moment they'd caught each other's eyes. If he could, he would have walked away by now, but it just seemed wrong to do so. He cleared his throat slightly, squeezing the water out of the cuffs of his white shirt before wringing the water of his black tie out.

But he could at least ask for her name, couldn't he? Was that even a wise decision? He was hesitant to give out his own name. Maybe River didn't want to either, just in case. Then again, Mikael couldn't help but wonder if that would actually cause any real problems. There could have been plenty of people out in the world with the same name as him. Mikael wasn't necessarily an unusual name, though the three-syllable pronunciation was a little unique. He could always give out an alias. That would work. Of course, if he gave out a fake name, it would immediately arise suspicion.

Maybe he shouldn't have jumped in after River, but if he hadn't, Mikael knew that he wouldn't live it down. [/color][/style][/td][/tr]

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

River was beginning to wish she had stayed home. This poor guy was soaked to the bone, suit and tie ruined, all because she was clumsy. Normally she couldn't have cared less, but River did not enjoy being indebted to someone, certainly not when it as because of her own stupidity. She would have apologized as well, but something in the boy's demeanor told her it would have only been waved away. The man stood and River followed, wobbling on her heels as her head was overcome with a dizzy feeling. In a moment however, it faded, and River was able to focus on the offering of his dry coat. She accepted it, but held it away from her soaking body.

"It will get wet," she said stubbornly, "You're soaked enough as it is. I'll be fine, I assure you." She gently lay the jacket over the back of a chair, ignoring the goosebumps racing up her arm, then moved over to where she had fallen. Bending over, she scooped up her clutch, giving a small sigh of relief as she saw all her Pokemon were safe inside. Thank goodness. She didn't know what she would have done if she had lost them.

At the suggestion she return to her cabin, River mentally panicked. Well shit. She had snuck under orders of Nox - she didn't have a cabin! Maybe she could pick the pocket of a passerby and use his room...but the man seemed awfully shrewd, she wasn't sure if she could get away with that. Still, it was a better plan then anything else she had.

"...certainly. You may as well come too, I'd imagine there will be extra towels," she suggested, trying to hide her tension with a small smile. She brushed past the man, eyes flickering behind her mask from person to person, trying to pick out a target. For once, however, she got lucky - a tipsy man slipped up to her, slurring out a few flirtatious words. Politely she nudged him away, a hand slipping inside his jacket pocket and twitching the keycard into her palm, before she took a dainty step toward the man. Once the man had stumbled away, River wrinkled her nose in distaste and opened her clutch, appearing to pull the key from within.

"Room 218," she told him softly, after a discrete glance at the number printed at the top. River led the way down the hall, walking in awkward silence, but getting lucky in that the 200 hall was one of the first she walked down. Her charade wouldn't have worked very well had she not been able to find the room.

The door opened with a click, admitting the two into a warm, cozy room. River dropped her clutch on the bed and kicked off her heels (finally) before snagging a towel from the bathroom and tossing it to the man.

"I'm Alice, by the way," River offered, grabbing herself a towel and wrapping it tightly around her shoulders. She knew better then to through out her real name - hell, she hadn't given a stranger her real name since she was fourteen, and unless this cursed war ended, she likely never would.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • how many?
T A G G E D • mika
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • aaaawwkwaard

[mikaelrogers]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#dddddd;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;] HOW ABOUT YOU BE MINE? [/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]ADMITTEDLY, MIKAEL WAS iffy about following River back to her cabin. He'd heard that there were Nox members had sneaked onto the S.S. Anne and were secretly attending the Mitternacht Ball. The masquerade made it difficult to differentiate between Lux and Nox members. It made it difficult to interrogate guests as well, especially since the smart ones had their entire faces concealed while others simply had to play off of changes in the eyes or the mouth. The mouth was easy to control, but the eyes were a whole different story generally for others. Mikael was a master of his emotions, yet his eyes often gave away his feelings if his facial expression did not. Even if it was a trap, he'd still have his Pokémon with him. So maybe it would be all right after all. "... If you don't mind," he said with a slight shrug. He followed River down the hall of the 200-cabin rooms. He'd chosen not to slip his jacket back on since it was the only dry article of clothing he had on hand. He could always go back to his cabin but... he felt it may be impolite to decline River's offer. "Alice? The name's Gareth,"

[/color] he said to her, also proving and alias for good measures. He was still unsure of whether or not he could actually trust her. She was just a woman he'd happened to save after she'd fallen overboard. Nothing big.

He took the towel that River offered him and also wrapped it around his shoulders. That was when Mikael realized he still had his mask on. He knew he should probably have taken it off. After all, the mask was wet. Yet he didn't want to show his face if River wasn't about to. But what did he have to hide? It was only the upper half of his face and not that it made much of a difference.

... No, he'd wait until River took hers off first. Because now that he thought of it, she looked awfully familiar.[/color][/style][/td][/tr]

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

River watched Gareth wrap the towel around his shoulders with a dull sense of pleasure that, at the very least, the man who had saved her hadn't been the 'knight in shining armor' type who dared not show weakness in front of a woman. She outstretched her hand, prepared to shake, when something (or rather, a lack of something), caught her eye. River gave a yelp, lifting her hand in front of her eyes. She whirled, having apparently forgotten Gareth even existed, and frantically began to glance around. Turning her back on him, she dropped to her knees and yanked off her mask, tossing it aside. Her fears about remaining undercover were completely forgotten in the midst of her worry. Her fingers combed through the carpet, but deep down she knew she wouldn't find it.

"No no no no..." she mumbled to herself, almost near tears. Her mother's ring. It had been on her finger before she had fallen, that much River knew for sure. By this time, it was probably in the stomach of a Shellster or Magikarp. The ring was the only thing River had left from her mother. She stood suddenly, turning and facing Gareth full on. He was blocking the door.

"Um...I'm sorry, I seem to have misplaced something. If I may?" she said shakily, moving to brush passed him.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • i dont even want to know
T A G G E D • mikael
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • ...I'm sorry .__.

[mikaelrogers]

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[atrb=valign,top][rs=2][atrb=style, width:300px; background:#dddddd;][style=font:bold 15px georgia; border-bottom:1px solid #999999; width:300px; padding:10px; color:#454545;] HOW ABOUT YOU BE MINE? [/style][style=text-align:justify; font-size:10px; padding:10px;]FOR A MOMENT, Mikael had thought that River had hurt herself in some inexplicable way. She'd given out a startled cry and held her hand up to her face. He hadn't quite extended his own hand to shake River's when she suddenly whirled about as if searching for something. He gave her a curious expression when she rose and dropped to the floor and he became even more flustered when River suddenly flung her mask off. It appeared that whatever she was looking for took priorities over keeping her identity a secret. Mikael had to bite his lower lip a bit to force himself not to look surprised by River's true identity. That face... He'd seen it before. In fact, it hadn't been too long ago since he'd last seen it. He simply pulled the towel tighter around his form as she brushed right past him. What was she looking for? A ring? River had looked at her hand before noticing something was wrong. It must have been incredibly valuable to her. For a moment, he felt a pang of sympathy for River despite the fact that she was technically an enemy. The least he could do was help look for whatever she'd lost. He glanced over his shoulder as she made her way out of the cabin room, leaving him alone. Mikael knew he could abuse this situation. He could have easily searched her room for any traces to Nox but... it just didn't feel right. Not now. He readjusted his mask, making sure that it was still on his face properly before dropping onto his knees to also search the carpet. He ran his fingertips through the plush fabric, searching for the smooth metal of a ring.[/style]

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THE TRUTH COMES OUT IN THE BREAKDOWNS
( • M E M O R I E S M Y G O D T H E S E M E M O R I E S • )

River rushed down the hall, legs trembling both from her previous ordeal and the current sickness in her stomach. As she reached the deck, River swept to the place she had fallen from, dropping to her knees and running her fingers in every nook and cranny she could reach. It had been stupid to bring the ring at all, but River's mother had always hoped she would wear it often, and for much of her life it had simply gathered dust in the corner of her practically empty jewelery box. This had been the perfect occasion. But no. She had made a grave mistake.

Finally, she stopped. It was gone. There was no point in searching further. She could almost see the ring in her minds eye, slowly being covered by silt on the ocean floor. Groaning with frustration, she knocked her head angrily against the boat side before standing. She may as well go find the man who had saved her. She was thanking him poorly, River realized, by rushing out without an explanation. Making her way toward the room, she came to a quick halt.

The man whose room key she had pilfered had appeared, looking considerably sobered up. And he was heading toward his room. River winced, wondering if she could make it back in time to warn Gareth. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the bar.

Or she could go drink until she couldn't recall she was on a boat. Yes. That seemed like a better idea. Tail between her legs, River slunk away, prepared to get shit faced drunk.

Because honestly, the evening could not get any worse.

THEY DON'T MEAN ANYTHING OH THOSE MEMORIES
( • A S Y O U S P O K E Y O U R F O R K E D T O N G U E S H O W E D • )

W O R D S • how many?
T A G G E D • for who?
O U T F I T • click!
L Y R I C S • memories by lion if ido
T E M P L A T E • PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
N O T E S • I'm just gonna sit here and pretend this isn't horribly late and awful. .__.