Oh Look, it's Time for Tea [OPEN]

“I came here for a new start. It is further away from home, and no one is here that is from Ecruteak as far as I know. Though, trust me, I am far from the level of elegance or modesty you see in me.” Mariko started though she wasn’t sure what else to add after the fact she had just stated, only to decide to answer why she was not allowing Snowdrop to evolve. “I’m not going to use my Pokemon in battles if I can help it. I am more drawn to contests, which is all I use Snowdrop for.” She answered evenly, shuddering at the mere thought of sending her Pokemon out onto a battle field of any sort.
It was then she thought about the comment that seemed to mention Akane in it, and decided to voice her question, only to be stopped as That Man was once more brought up into the conversation. “I doubt he would learn it… He seems to be stuck in his ways. I am starting to feel as though having a fancy for someone is going to just end me up in a dead end. And of all the men to even break through the barriers I had strategically placed up, it had to be the, as you so nicely put it, player type.”

Mariko shook her head. “It’s not that Ecruteak is a bad place. I ended up here because I didn’t make it as a Kimono dancer.” She responded ignoring most of the flattery that followed after the comment about getting away from Ecruteak. “And yes, contests. I feel like with my training I should be at least a little better at them than battles. I don’t like seeing Pokemon harmed. I’m sure that makes me seem foolish. But I refuse to stand by and order my Pokemon to get harmed.” She stated sharply with her conviction about the topic before coughing into her hand lightly. “I have yet to win a contest. But each one I participate in until I win, I see as practice to figure out what I could do better in the next one.”

When the girl brought up Tsubame, Mariko’s face went bright red. “We did nothing of the sort! He only took me to lunch! I would never…!” She sputtered, the last comment the other girl made lost in her mind.

Ki-kimono… Dancer? Alruna rolled her eyes mulling over what they were. Finally an image came to her. ”Kimono dancers oh! Like the ones in those advertisements! They’re so pretty! With those bows and bobbles on the front of their kimonos, and the flowers in their hair and the make up!” She was swooning at the thought of dressing up as one of those kimono ladies with the dresses drooping off the side and revealing a creamy white flawless shoulder, and sometimes thickly covered hickies.

”Pokemon don’t get seriously injured… do they? They just faint and come back. So it’s okay if they get hurt, as long as you have potions for them.” She suggested more than stated it, squishing the chubby cheeks of her fat eevee partner who seemed not to notice or care about the conversation. She stopped when Mariko blurted out rather bluntly about her and the playboy.

”What? That’s like the only thing men like that are good for… I mean like, how did you not know he was a player? Was it like your first date or something?” she dreamily sighed, waiting for the day she would meet her man. She waited for the other woman to calm down, but it seemed like it would take an eternity-she was blushing very hard. Before she had the chance to cool down, a suspicious character waltzed into the tea-house. He had a massive persian, nasty creature Alruna muttered under her breath, but even her eevee had its ears down and was growling at the creature.

”Speaking of men like that…” Alruna grumbled angrily and loud enough only for Miss Mariko’s ears, ”I bet that’s one now!” the man looked the player type. Like he had money to waste on beautiful women, and the dark skin and mysterious dark past bullshit that drives women wild.

Zeal noticed the Eevee growling at her as she lay at Prasha's feet. Her sleek white fur glistened in the lighting of the teahouse and her gem reflected a prism on the wall just beyond. Zeal stood up elegantly and let out a deep purr and nuzzled her master's hand.



"Down, girl. It is just a tiny eevee no need to be alarmed." Prasha pulled the scarf mask from his face and looked toward the girl staring at him from across the room. Prasha got up and walked over to the two lady table. Prasha recognized Mariko off the bat. "Well hello there, Mariko." Prasha's tone was soothing to the ears and gentle. He had a long day of traveling and he was tired. "How are things at the clinic?"



Prasha then turned toward the lady holding the Eevee. "Very sorry Zeal startled your companion." Zeal came closer to Prasha and rubbed against his leg. The big Persian let out a deep purr as she settled in to her surroundings.

Mariko was surprised to hear the voice that came up right beside the table. “Prasha? When did you get back to Celosia?” She asked before the second question caught up with her. “My clinic is doing well. Thank you for asking.” She responded before looking at Alruna who looked up in arms, as well as the Eevee in her lap. The two of them seemed to be glaring down the other pretty intensely. And before she could comprehend what was happening, Alruna was demanding to know who the other was, and was making a comment about how the other looked. “Oh dear…” Mariko muttered to herself, looking down at Snowdrop who had stirred briefly in her arms making her wonder if the small Pokemon was going to wake up once more. She seriously hoped the other wasn’t going to wake up, especially with how tense the atmosphere was at the moment.

Zandrophin's week had been rather hectic. He'd had a lot of paperwork to fill out, logistical issues to solve, and even a few bills to pay. He needed a drink to calm him down and thankfully, he knew just the place: the tea house in Enya.

He'd been to this place before. He'd received decent service at a very justified price. He decided why not go again. With a small, bright flash, he set his feet down about 50 yards from the entrance to the building.  He rolled up the sleeves on his open black dress shirt; it was rather warm today. His silver necklace flashed in the bright sun against his dark undershirt. He considered removing it, along with his ring, but he figured no one would know anything about the SCPC...and anyone that did probably wouldn't ask.



He walked through the door, and couldn't help but be surprised by who he saw on the other side of the door.

"Well...well.....well..." he said calmly, "look who it is. Funny meeting you here Mr. Kesiem. Worried you might have some competition in the tea scene?"