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[explosivecombat]

[TEXT; LOCKED TO doitrockapella]

The offer for conversation is always open, should you desire to take me up on it; I can't guarantee that I'll respond immediately, nor will it necessarily be the response you want, but I'll always respond in some way.

In the name of enlightened discourse.

Comments

[explosivecombat]

It likely thought it could, at one point.

I should be back in Goldenrod City late tonight; my superior officer has ordered me to return. You should join me again sometime, when you aren't looking after your valuables.

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[doitrockapella]

[Did he just—

...

Does he know what he just—]

[doitrockapella]

[Either way, this time it's the fact that the answer comes too quickly that gives her away.]

I don't like Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

...What's on your mind?

[doitrockapella]

I'm sentimental.

I know I'll regard whatever city you pick as "yours" from here on out, and I don't want it to be Goldenrod.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I wouldn't want it to be Goldenrod, either - I've always hated it there. It's convenient, but it's never been "mine" in any way.

[doitrockapella]

Then don't invite me there. Pick somewhere else.

[explosivecombat]

Mahogany Town.

That one is "mine." Always has been.

[doitrockapella]

You can have it.

I won't give you a riddle to where I'll be when I do, either. You'll just have to figure it out for yourself.

[explosivecombat]

Oh, come now, that's hardly fair.

[doitrockapella]

It's not my fault you're treading on thin ice with me, as far as that's concerned.

[explosivecombat]

Will you reconsider if I promise to actually have your flowers physically in my hands when I meet you?

[doitrockapella]

I haven't forgotten your face so easily. I'm sure I can spot you without the extra help.

[explosivecombat]

Well, I should hope not - I'm certainly never going to forget yours, after all.

[doitrockapella]

I suspect that has more to do with your memory than my memorability, but my ego is more than happy to accept the flattery anyway.

[explosivecombat]

Who said it can't be both?

[doitrockapella]

What kind of flowers?

[explosivecombat]

Lotuses. Red ones.

They have a certain importance to me.

[doitrockapella]

Is that a hint to wear red?

[explosivecombat]

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Do what suits you.

[doitrockapella]

What suits me isn't always what's best for me, you know.

[explosivecombat]

You never did explain what you meant by that, you know.

[doitrockapella]

Oh, I know.

I didn't feel like interrupting an important discussion just for the sake of talking about myself, earlier.

[explosivecombat]

Consider it appreciated - but that doesn't mean you can avoid it now, however.

[doitrockapella]

Growing up, I spent a great deal of time around evil men. I told you about the one who used to tell me riddles, who...would've called me his student. He was far from the only one. But he was the one who played the game best of all. He...sometimes, he talked to me the way you do. Sometimes it's like talking to him all over again.

I understand rivalries. Danger. The game. It's easier than the alternative. The challenge makes the alternative more rewarding in the long run, but...even when I'm changed by the people around me, some things stay constant. That...fascination...stays constant.

I like the chase. I like to be chased. That's how I know I'm important. Sometimes that means that to some people, the wrong person, I end up...too important.

What's good for me left, months ago. You...you're more like a bad habit I can't break. The latest manifestation of an addiction I can never seem to decide if I even want to overcome.