Dr. James Patrick Sullivan
Something
Goldenrod City Cafe
ARPers: Sabi (Shay and Attica)

<So why are we watching two idiot kids' Pokemon get beat up by a slightly less idiotic woman's Haxorus?>

The Gothitelle is small, even for her species. She stands at barely four and a half feet tall and probably barely tops the scale at a hair above 80 pounds while soaking wet. All her color seems muted and soft: her blacks like dark clouds on a dreary day, her whites nothing more than very light, grimy grays. Her blue eyes are not piercing or stormy or as deep as the sea or any other ridiculous qualifiers people seem to ascribe to azure irises. She seems positively boring.

Given that I once saw this boring Gothitelle calmly execute the Hydreigon of the last person who underestimated her in a situation of life and death, I generally take Thessaly as an object lesson of the deceptiveness of appearances.

I sit next to her with an order of tea. I would prefer to be reading articles that examine Eysenck's models as could be predicted from children, but such as it is, I am currently not here for entertainment.

"Patience." I growl softly to Thessaly. She gives me an annoyed sidelong look, but says nothing as she's approached by a Weavile.

In stark contrast to Thessaly, Aurora radiates a joie de vivre. Every highlight, every muscle, every fiber of Aurora's being radiates good cheer, mischievousness, and a sharp wit. She has the kind of deep colors that poets can weave metaphors about all day long. She can be quite stealthy when she wants to be, but usually she draws attention.

I look, and I notice the object in her hands, which she's shamelessly playing around with. Did I mention she has a bit of a pickpocketing habit?

I fix her with a glance,"'Rora."

She looks at me, the picture of innocence. It would be a lot more convincing if not for the fact that the wallet is right in her freaking hand.

I don't stop,"Whose?"

"Darling, how should I know? It isn't as though I pay attention to all the people I steal from. It's not fun."

I look at her skeptically.

She sighs,"Fine. That one, over there. The brooding girl who looks like she needs to take the stick out of her–"

I glare at her. Then I snatch the wallet irritably and stalk over to the girl, before handing her possession to her and saying,"Sorry."

Aurora watches the entire with a small smile. I glare at her again and slightly gesture my head toward the girl. Aurora looks at me as though she's confused.

Yeah. Right. I glare at her some more.

Aurora lets out an exasperated sigh before walking up to the girl. I realize that I may have made a mistake when Aurora lets out the smallest of evil smirks in my direction before talking.

"Oh please please darling, I'm so so soooo very sorry that I have done a great evil to you. May I please worship you until the end of days to make up for my transgression, darling?"

At this point, Aurora's on her knees and bowing. Her every word–and every movement, for that matter–is simply drowned in ire. I go deadly still. Behind me, Thessaly facepalms.

OoC: YAY AN RP POST OF ACTUAL LENGTH!