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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 21:24:32 GMT -5
The man swallows as she flattens her hand against his chest, and feels himself still as though she's told him to be such, like a child while their mother checks them over for injuries. "You couldn't say it is, no..." he replies quietly. More than likely if it were ever publicized the media would milk something of its nature for all they could.
How irritating...
Steven blinks in surprise when she stands so suddenly, and leans back for a moment before sitting up straight, using the opportunity to fix his shirt...pulling the rest of it to lay over his belt rather than under it so that it's at least even on each side. "I am, thank you..." he says quickly, "The tea was delicious."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 21:36:16 GMT -5
She laughs. "Of course it was." The woman takes his cup as well, turning to go place them in the kitchen. "I made it."
Eleonore gently sets them both down in the sink, washing them both and leaving them on the rack to drip-dry. She returns to the sitting room and plops down on the couch next to the man, tilting her head. "So what brought you here, anyway?" She gestures toward the outside. "The Resort Area, I mean. Just a simple vacation?"
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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 21:46:33 GMT -5
Steven chuckles at her comment, letting his hands fall into his pockets once she returns, and gives her his attention. "You could call it a vacation." he replied, truly unsure of what he would even call it. "I previously had a villa here, sold it, then decided to re-purchase one and actually make use of it from time to time." Steven laughs quietly under his breath.
"Not really the sort of vacation I'm used to -" considering his ideal vacation was exploring and searching for stones, "- but I can adjust."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 21:50:13 GMT -5
Eleonore nods. "I see." She has a vague idea as to what he's referring to -- again, Daigo is just so predictable -- but she doesn't pursue the subject. It's not exactly one she wants to hear about, in any case.
Instead, she turns to glance out the window, the sky considerably brighter than it had been before their conversation. "What have you been up to, though?" The woman sighs, stretching. "You were very vague, you know."
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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 22:14:07 GMT -5
He smirks slightly, as though pleased with himself to leave her curious even mildly enough so to ask him further what he's done in the years past between the time in which they've seen each other. "For the most part," Steven begins, his expression becoming more serious as usual, "...I've been exploring. Stone-hunting for the sake of my own research as a hobby. I got relatively side-tracked when Team Magma and Aqua threatened Hoenn - I'm sure you heard about that colossal fiasco - but aside from that it's mostly been what I mentioned a moment ago."
He props his jaw on his fist and gazes at the wall opposite him. "Oh." he says quickly, remembering, "And dying but..." he shrugs a bit, "...that got...undone." For lack of a better word, anyway.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 22:22:01 GMT -5
Stone-hunting, of course. She doesn't expect anything less from him. The woman also nods when he speaks about the disaster in Hoenn -- who hadn't heard the news? -- and absentmindedly drums her fingers against her leg.
Then he mentions dying, and her blue eyes snap to him. "... Clearly," she remarks slowly. Suddenly, she is sizing him up like a piece of meat at market. "I wonder ..."
Eleonore pounces.
Her hands are quick to try and remove the clothing covering his chest, her eyes shining brightly with curiosity. "How did you die? And how were you revived? Are there any scars from either event?" Her questions come in rapid succession. This is the part of the story she hasn't heard. "How long was it between death and revival -- are you the only one?"
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Post by steven stone on May 18, 2013 22:53:38 GMT -5
The change in her voice and intensity of her expression makes the former Champion want to wish he could prevent himself from saying what he had. Of course that would drive the scientist in her nuts... Steven flushes when she practically leaps upon the chance to pull his shirt and jacket off. "I-is that really necessary -- ?" he stutters, somewhat tensed but unable to bring himself to push her off so he can pull his shirt on again.
"I..." He hoped she wouldn't continue to launch rapid-fire questions at him, "I died from the strain of controlling Legendary pokemon so no there's no scars or anything." At least superficial ones. "And I...don't know how long I was actually dead. At least an hour. One other person died to my knowledge...and we were brought back by another Legendary pokemon."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 18, 2013 23:35:54 GMT -5
"Controlling a Legendary?" she echoes, her eyes widening. Her hands pause their roaming about on his body, her eyebrows coming together. If she could learn how to control a pokemon like that without dying -- or, even better, control multiple -- then ... "How did you do it? And who was the other person?"
She would have to investigate.
The woman absentmindedly traces patterns on his torso with a finger (now that there's no scars to look for, she's much less interested), and ponders which pokemon could have possibly revived him. "Was it Ho-oh?" she muses. "Or ... any number of them, really." With all of the myths and stories and tall tales to sift through, she isn't entirely sure what's truth and what isn't.
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Post by steven stone on May 19, 2013 19:44:48 GMT -5
He watches her with only mild interest shown in his golden eyes. Her ‘grip’ so to speak on him had lessened, and he felt as though he could begin to edge out from beneath her fingers without needing to push her off to the side. ”The other person was a Gym Leader. I…” What was an easy way to describe how he did it? ”…awoke the pokémon after translating how and it just…happened.”
He shrugs and subtly attempts to draw out from beneath her fingers.
”I’ve been told the pokémon responsible for bringing me back was Celebi. It…apparently used its ability to right the fact that by that point Hoenn was almost destroyed by altering time, bringing myself and the other back as well. More importantly…” Steven coughs lightly, ”…can I put my shirt back on?”
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 19, 2013 22:12:30 GMT -5
Well, he is certainly ... helpful. She doubts she can press any more information from him, so Eleonore simply listens and observes his attempts to escape with amusement. It makes sense that Celebi would be the pokemon to return him and whoever else it was -- and at least she knew the person was a Gym Leader.
The woman raises an eyebrow at the man's request, her eyes narrowing mischievously. "What is it, Daigo?" she chuckles, gently running her nails down his chest, down to his stomach. "Does this make you uncomfortable?"
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Post by steven stone on May 19, 2013 23:26:01 GMT -5
"Uh..." Steven swallows in reply, tensing slightly as her nails drag lightly across the length of his torso against his skin. He moves again, this time in an attempt to sit up slightly in hopes his shirt will fall close to in-place from where it's strewn on his shoulders.
"...well, a bit...?" He glances to the side, as though embarrassed to say such. In a normal state of mind, most men would jump on a chance likes this.
Obviously, he's different from them.
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 19, 2013 23:38:46 GMT -5
Eleonore cackles laughs. "So you've never done this before, have you?" she sighs, stroking his cheek. "I wonder what the press has to say about that." (She figures it's quite a bit.)
Then she slowly pulls back, comfortingly closing his shirt. The woman continues to giggle to herself. "In which case, I can assume your father's attempts at matchmaking have continued to fail?"
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Post by steven stone on May 19, 2013 23:57:56 GMT -5
A disgruntled sound comes from the former Champion as he sits up properly, casting the woman a momentary glare as he adjusts his shirt before re-buttoning it. "If anything I have skill enough to keep the press out of my more personal affairs." He coughs lightly. "...save for whenever they happened to catch me out with a woman, now that you mention it. That's not happened for a couple of years, though."
He shrugs as though to make sure his shirt is sitting properly. Steven flips the collar up to re-tie his ascot. "Although up to the point he stopped trying - so far - they had failed, yes."
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Post by eleonore badisa on May 20, 2013 0:19:46 GMT -5
He's relatively unruffled after the ordeal, and Eleonore finds herself impressed (and a bit disappointed that she hadn't received a more, ah, amusing response). She leans back on the couch, examining her nails. "I'm right, as usual," she remarks, grinning. "I wonder why those relationships never last."
"Is your personality that horrendous, Daigo?" The woman glances at him. "Surely your father's taste can't be that bad?"
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Post by steven stone on May 20, 2013 0:28:29 GMT -5
He shrugs slightly and turns down his collar once he's fixed his ascot, glancing at her as she speaks. "Your lack of faith in my personality is almost hurtful," he comments a bit sarcastically. "Though not entirely off-kilter. Generally people expect the personality they know from whatever flashy media image of me they've come to know and are often disappointed after they tell me 'be honest' with them."
Steven shrugs and pulls on his jacket before leaning back against the couch. "Generally it's me that does the calling off any arrangement with a lady. I wouldn't go so far as to say the President's taste is poor when he goes looking for someone to pair his heir up with but it's..." his golden eyes narrow as he searches for the proper term, "...superficial."
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