In a world where no ten-year-old children rose up to defeat the teams that threatened to take over their region, all six organizations worldwide were able to do just that: take over their respective regions. Unsatisfied with control over just their home, however, each set their sights on the mainland – Kanto, Johto, and the surrounding areas – only to find that they weren't the only ones with that same idea.
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Post by Camille Fountaine on Oct 31, 2014 10:38:37 GMT -6
Traditional Johto building were pretty, Camille supposed. Maybe a bit too plain aside from the decorative roofs, plus those sliding doors were a hassle, and the paper-thin walls really needed to go… Oh well, every minor imperfection would doubtlessly be fixed when Flare took over even more. In fact, it was probably a testament of the team’s power that he could now be sitting where he was, at a corner booth of La Caféothèque. A small Kalos style café surely wouldn’t have been here years ago, and Camille considered it a blessing to exist now. It was like a stylish respite for his mind, everything from the elegant wallpaper to the classical music settled him.
Well, as settled as he could be, at least.
Clatter, clatter, click. Clatter, clatter, click.
He picked up and put down his cup over and over in different spots. Here? Hm, no. The center? Ugh, appalling! The side: no, too unbalanced! Disgusting! His heart was racing, and his brain inched. He grabbed napkins and tossed them on the table. Hng, too messy. He took them away. Nng, too neat! Others never really understood his compulsions, never got that they weren’t something he could ignore. They were a giant scab in his mind, constantly picked at and dug into throughout the days numerous neurosis. It was good he’d managed to arrive twenty minutes early to settle everything, though the time must be up by now! It was sudden, all too sudden, to just get a message that morning on his ‘appraisal’.
Hmm, that word was intimidating yet catchy. He heard himself repeat it aloud. “Appraisal. Appraisal, Appraisal.” A couple heads turned his way. Wait, was there something on his face? Camille whipped out a compact mirror with the ease of constant practice, checking for any mars. He’d not set out without making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place, and he’d gotten the usual amount of amorous glances, but was that a pimple?! (no it wasn’t) Or was everyone staring at his nose scar? He practically slammed his head down on the table in his haste to escape looking unsightly, and buried his face in is arms: cup and napkin placement currently forgotten. As was the meeting...
Odo Laframboise did not forget about things. He didn’t forget about anything. Ever. However, that didn’t mean he always immediately jumped to ever task required of him if he felt there were more important things to do first. He had spent so much time trying to prepare for his assistant’s dance lessons, that it was nearly a week after he received a task that he finally got around to it. The task at hand was a simple one, too: evaluate a newly appointed Flare officer.
In all honesty, the name of the officer had brought a smile to his face for all the wrong reasons. He was happy for this one and was looking forward to it despite the time he allowed to pass. He did not forget requests, and he did not forget names. This one was pleasantly familiar. While preparing lessons for one person, he kept the task bubbling in his mind. This was something he had to go about carefully. Everything had to be perfectly timed and perfectly placed.
…Or at least perfectly placed.
Odo had picked the unusually Kalos-esque café for their meeting place, but otherwise anything planned was thrown out the window when he decided to go ahead with the meeting days before he had intended. He sent out a lower ranking agent to alert Camille of the meeting just that morning, meaning he would either miraculously make it there or he wouldn’t.
It wasn’t really meant to be a serious test, but Odo was that much more pleased when he did see Camille waiting for him at a table. He would have been subtle for a bit and watched normally, but, with the officer’s head buried in his arms, now seemed like as good of a time as any.
“Salut, Officer Fountaine!” His greeting was cheerful as he took a seat across from the other. “I hope you are feeling well today. Thank you for being here on such short notice. I am Admin Odo Laframboise, and I was the one asked to conduct your evaluation of sorts. No pressure, though. I’m going to order some tea first. Would you like something?”
Post by Camille Fountaine on Nov 2, 2014 14:28:32 GMT -6
“Hnng!” When his last name was called in the middle of his mini-meltdown, the team flare officer’s head jerked up so suddenly that his knees banged hard into the table. A second passed before he realized he needed to salute at the same time that he remembered he wanted to cover his nose. The result was, well… Half of each, with the bonus of smacking the side of his face. Wincing, and looking absolutely horrified, he sat up straight and clamped his arms down at his side.
“Bonjour!” He said, ignoring the stinging of his cheek. There was something quite familiar about the person in front of him, but he couldn’t place it. Maybe he’d seen him around the base before? Who knew: he’d be lying if he said he paid much attention to any face but his own. Still, his first impression was going badly: he needed to fix it right away! Heart thumping and stomach twisting in nerves, he shook his head. “No, sir, I have a drink right here—“
Clink! … In his enthusiasm, he’d pointed at his coffee mug so vigorously that he’d smacked it over. Lukewarm coffee spread across the table, and Camille shot out of his seat as if it were grimer sludge. Frantically he inspected his clothes, making sure not a drop had gotten on his fashionable attire. Yanking out the compact mirror, he checked his face, and then heaved a sigh of relief.
Er, wait a moment! “Je suis navré! (I’m terribly sorry!)” He yelped. He scurried over to the supply station and came back with two handfuls of tissues, which he tossed down from a safe distance.
Ugh, but here came the itch in his mind when something just looked too messy and out of place. Unwilling to touch it, he didn’t realize when he let out a long thin whine.
Oh, this was so good. This was off to a beautiful beginning. Normally Odo would have been quick to assure there was no need for a proper salute, but he was far too entertained by the weird muddled mess that presented itself to even mention it. He did make a half-hearted attempt to wave him down, but no sooner did he try that the coffee spilled across their table.
Although the admin did scoot his chair back a bit, he folded his hands in his lap and patiently waited with a friendly smile on his face. All he did was watch while Camille first checked himself and then scurried for napkins that were just haphazardly tossed on their table.
“Ah, non, rien ne sert de pleurer sur le lait renversé,” he shrugged, standing and motioning to the table next to them. He certainly had no intention of cleaning the mess up himself, even though they weren’t moving too far from it. Not just yet. That expression was priceless. “Or coffee, in this case. Let’s just let someone else take care of this and I’ll order you another one.”
He picked up the menu from the significantly cleaner table and started skimming through it as if nothing happened. “Like I said, don’t worry about this too much. I’m just here to make sure you’re fit for your new position. You know, making sure you have the proper leadership skills, creativity, blah, blah, blah, things like that!” He began as if he was ready to get down to business, but that was not quite the case. He paused when something caught his eye on the menu.
“Oh, I like these. Do you like egg tarts? I’m going to order egg tarts!” Odo finally called for the waitress who already seemed concerned about the spillage.
