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Odette stood glowering at the surface of the water where Odile had gone back down. When several minutes passed and she didn't come back up, she sighed gruffly and finally decided to take a moment to look around. Now she understood why this place had been dubbed "Dazzling Lake." It really gave...

Officer Jenny kinda passively spoke to Wes about the bug type dudebro leaving… Drampa, however, outwardly mentions it.

Odette sprinted down to the lake, yelling a string of incoherent Kalosian and expletives as she wrestled through the island flora, trying to find that gods forsaken tumbleweed. “You. Me. A baseball bat. It’s fucking coming,” she raged as she stomped through a bush. When she arrived at the...

((on mobile and tryna be inconspicuous with my typing so no emotes rn)) Odette blanched. “I—“ she tried to say, shaking her head. “That’s insane,” was all she could manage. She didn’t know how else to convey how much she understood. She empathized so deeply, it was absurd. “…my biological...

"Sure do," Odette said, sounding unamused. "Really, when she's not powered up she's nothing more than an obnoxious toddler. An obnoxious toddler who can turn her head completely backwards, but a toddler no less. She'll act like a straight horror movie character, but if you hand her a Sharpedo...

That comment wasn't lost on her in the midst of the conversation. She didn't want to get too far into it; that was the topic she wanted to try avoiding. But, she certainly placed a pin in it. Odette very visibly became uncomfortable at the mention of a different cult. "Unfortunately, we're...

Poor girl. She'd be so much better at saving face if she knew how to control that trigger happy blush of hers. Another sigh, and she averted her attention away. How was she supposed to explain this politely? "Ikea," she said simply. She let the word linger in the air for a moment before...

She stopped short. After a stunned pause, she tilted her chin down toward her chest and began muttering under her breath. "Je jure devant des putains de dieux, le monde est là pour m'avoir, je ne peux jamais putain de gagner, il n'y a jamais de sursis, je veux juste rentrer à la maison, je veux...

Odette had been so wildly lost in her thoughts over what she just overheard. What was she even supposed to do about that? There was no way she could ever consider approaching her now, not when-- Clack. Clack. Clackclclickclickclick... Her brow furrowed, and she slowly turned her head, trying...

Did they seriously not fucking get it? Did people still not realize this was a meeting of parallel universes? Shit, fucking Wes got into a borderline deadly brawl with a mirror universe image of him, and they were still discussing the prospects of it? Really? Maybe it was so damn obvious to her...

She suddenly wanted to throw up. Truth be told, she wasn't even hungry anymore, so she wasn't sure why she bothered getting food at all. It was probably a mistake to come down here. She pushed her plate away and rested her cheek in her palm as she watched Odile and Enora go to town on their...

Snap. The plastic serving spoon she'd been holding broke in half under her grasp. She didn't realize she'd been standing there, listening, squeezing, until it quite literally popped apart in her hand. A slight pain traveled up her palm, and she recoiled back in shock. When she registered what...

Odette silently entered the cafe. She was still dressed in her dancewear, down to the tights and black jazz shoes as she hustled through the door. One of the only things that could possibly lift her spirits was a good dance rehearsal, and being that she wasn't home to actually attend, she was...

Third floor was the best choice. Their room had clearly been tailored to meet the needs of flying Pokemon, which is exactly what Odile's hyperactive ass needed. A room with enough leg room to soar around without breaking anything, and enough places to perch where she could hang upside down or...

Odette put her hands up quickly and took a step back. This is more or less what she expected, but it still managed to fill her stomach with a sense of dread. “A-ah take it easy!” she stammered. “I said she’s my Pokemon. She’s not dangerous, I swear, don’t jump a damn gun, please.” She looked...

"No worries; it's a lot to take in. I only know what I know because my Nana is big into Pokemon Pageants and filled my brain with it while I was growing up." She leaned down to eye Olivia closely. "I know most of the Eons--especially the Umbeon, Espeon, and Sylveon trio--have similar fur...

She could plainly see that he was slightly irked by being interrupted, and she supposed she understood. Perhaps it could have waited, but she also didn't want to see Enora so mopey because she acted out of line (at least, for herself). So, she'd put up with raining on this guy's dinner for a few...

Well, Enora didn't want to be impolite and leave Odette to do her bidding for her. She figured her bacon was safe on it's own for a bit, so she hopped off her chair and pranced over. And boy was she glad she did. Now there was another very nice woman showering her with compliments. This was...

Enora pointed behind her. "She's over there talking to somebody! I'm just finding a table." But, now she was determined to get some more bacon. She wouldn't dare harass this man anymore for some, but she could bother Odette. She waved excitedly as the man turned to leave. "I appreciate you...

Hm. The other two Eons didn't appear to be as friendly as their human, but it looked like he was doing well at keeping their manners in check. And if he insisted, it would still be rude to not take him up on his offer. She offered an apologetic look to the Umbreon, and then the Espeon, before...