Pokémon with a twist?

[millenia]

Just outside of the city, on top of a hill that used to be the best natural playground for children, a young woman stands beneath the shade of a group of trees. With a thoughtful frown on her face and her arms rather stiffly against her sides, she almost looks like a soldier placed there to watch over the area, and with a view like the one she has, it would almost be a logical assumption.

She brushes a strand of long, black hair out of her eyes, but goes back to her original stance as soon as it's taken care of. She may be waiting on others to show, but for now, she is alone. And that means, she can think without being teased into awareness of her surroundings. Best to take advantage of that while she can...

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[whitelighter]

While better late than never wasn't normally one of Marcel's mottos, it seemed that he would have to adopt it for this particular meeting. He hadn't meant to stay in the city so long; his 'appointment' had run long. The silver lining being, of course, that the longer the appointment, the more cash was eventually made.

With that in mind, he jogged his jovial way up the hill, not even very annoyed at the wind whipping the redbrown strands of hair everywhere. Once at the top, he cracked open his can of coffade (a delicious mixture of coffee and lemonade that only a select few cast-iron stomachs could handle, doomed to drop off the market due to lack of sales) and took a drink before giving his friends a wink.

"Oh, you guys got here early?"