A Ripple in the Pond (Lorelei)

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[attr="class","lori1"] [attr="class","lori3"] [attr="class","lori4"]NYMAH [attr="class","lori5"]SHE TOLD ME NOT TO STEP ON THE CRACKS, I TOLD HER NOT TO FUSS AND RELAX; PRETTY LITTLE THING STOPPED ME IN MY TRACKS. BUT NOW SHE SLEEPS WITH ONE EYE OPEN - THAT'S THE PRICE SHE'LL PAY. [attr="class","lori2"]The construction of a monstrosity was complete. The construction of a monstrosity that would carry Besser to victory over the slime that made up the ranks of the Minder party was finally complete and, in the days to come, said mechanical beast would be set loose on these very plains and would be set to decimate anyone who stood in its – their – path. Those pathetic rebels would rue the day that they ever thought it wise to combat the deeds, beliefs, and practices of her party. They were the better party, after all; that was literally what their name meant. Having persuaded the new leader of the political group to build a creature only known from the fictional world and use it to strike fear into their foolish enemies, Lark had been quick to jump on the opportunity to challenge said enemies to an all out battle, formal as ever, and openly questions their strength and position. They'd eagerly accepted. By the end of the week, hundreds of men and women from each side would be lined up and ready for battle, and with the revelation of a real life RoboTyranitar, there was no way that Besser would fall to those pigs. The only thing left to do at that point was to prepare the battlefield for battle before it's generally unblemished land was torn to bits and left with scars that could easily stay beyond the tests of time. And so, the person who had suggested this entire assault was the one visiting Ormy Plains to make sure everything was in place before her peoples' enemies came falling, begging on their knees before them. Despite the violent rain shower that had begun only minutes before, a light sprinkle giving way to large droplets of water cascading from the sky within the span of fifteen seconds, Ms. Lorelei Ackermann was not at all fazed by the rain. It'd be hard to with a steed whose plant-like tendencies helped it relish in a good dose of water every so often and a large umbrella to shield her from almost every drop of rain. Her Lapras, Meer, had been kind enough to warn her of the storm that would pass through just after her arrival, so she, unlike many who would wander there on that particular day, was prepared for whatever would come her way. Or... so she thought. The plains were generally inactive, Pokemon preferring the nearby forests or mountains, and those who did call the flat lands their homes were wise enough to stay inside their homes during weather like this until it had passed. Similarly, any human who'd been caught in Mother Nature's cruel slight of hand likely headed on their way back home. All in all, she assumed her journey would prove to be an uneventful one. And, on any other day, she would have been correct; sadly, someone else had conceived the idea of visiting the largest part of the Ormy Territories on that particular date, as well. It was while she was crossing the highest point on the plains, her Meganium not letting up its pace in the slightest, that she caught sight of a lonely soul crouched under one of the few trees – a large one, too, at that. Interest at its peak – though she'd never admit it to herself or anyone else – the brunette steered Adelaide toward the supposed stranger, not thinking much of it. However, as they approached, she began to wonder what on Earth she could gain from speaking to the... blonde? Yeah, that certainly was a mop of blonde hair hidden underneath the contours of a shadowy cloak. Perhaps she would scare them with cryptic, grotesque threats. Maybe she'd carry those threats out. It'd been a while since Freude had snacked on a human; he wasn't as antsy as usual, but it'd be nice to keep his hungry tendencies at bay as much as she could. It was upon stopping within range of the female that she kicked her grass-type gently on the side in a command to stop and further inspected who, exactly, she was dealing with when - Nothing. She didn't think she'd seen this woman in her life. “Might I ask what a poor, unfortunate soul like yourself is doing out here in a place like this?” she asked, sneering condescendingly at the rain-soaked pedestrian literally below her. “If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold in weather like this. I'm sure my umbrella would be nice right about now; it's a shame I don't have a spare, hm? 'M not much of a sharer, either. I suppose that means that you're just fresh out of luck again, aren't you?” Waving the pitch black object clutched in her right hand – the one shielding her from the weather's onslaught – at the “stranger” teasingly, she hopped off of her Pokemon and returned it without a word to its Poke' Ball and took a few paces forward until she, too, was underneath the wide leafy canopy. Curiosity got the better of her for a moment and she figured she'd at least humor the fool for a few moments before she decided whether to do away with her or let her live. Of course, in order to humor someone, it's only nice to know their name. And ask for a name was just what she was about to do. Though, something caught her eye and realization dawned on her in a split second. This was no stranger. She knew this face. She knew this face all too well, even if it was mostly hidden by black fabric drenched by water from the heavens. Mouth twisting violently into a scowl, but still not matching a name to a face, she nearly growled, “My memory fails me once more. I know you – girl, what is your name?” Feeling as though she required a light threat if only to further prove how aggravated she was at her inability to remember things properly to the blonde-haired lady only a yard away, she added, “Make haste before I choose to beat it out of you.”

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i42.tinypic.com/25q6pkz.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 550px;height:700px;] "Talking~!" 'Thinking~!' "Listenin'~!" Acting~! The sound of the rain drowned out almost everything as Nymah stared out at the falling drops, not seeing much further than the edge of her tree's cover. She barely realized that anyone was approaching her, and it was only when she heard a voice that she realized that it hadn't been a trick of the light and rain. There was someone out there. Rising from where she had been sitting, Nymah cleared the dirt off of her cloak with a single twitch of the fabric, leaning against the bark of the tree as she looked at the woman, a familiar face, although she felt as though she hadn't seen it recently. The sneer, though, and the voice, were also familiar, a memory deep in the cobwebbed recesses of her brain. Deciding that she'd probably figure it out later, Nymah regarded the woman coolly, “You could ask, but I might decide not to answer that question.” She had her reasons, although she didn't want to share, not at the moment. She considered the umbrella comment, watching the woman as she entered the semi-dry area under the tree, when Ny could see her face clearly. The cobwebs blew away, and Nymah wondered how she could ever have forgotten this woman, this destroyer of her plans. However, it seemed that she hadn't been recognized yet... Hm. A small smirk twitched at the side of her lip, “I'll be alright, although kindness isn't becoming for you.” She couldn't remember Lorelei ever being kind, so the behaviour wasn't surprising in the least, although the feigned care had thrown her off. Nymah's face revealed nothing as she regarded the woman, categorically seeing how much had changed, from the woman she had known, to the woman before her today. Not too much, although the five years were visible in Lorelei's face. Her behaviour, though... Not so much. Again, a smirk crossed Nymah's face, although it was nearly hidden by the contours of the woman's cowl. Girl? Girl?! What was this? Nymah knew that she was younger than Lorelei, but still, it just went to prove that she had fallen out of the minds of even her closest advisers. Hiding her rage at the comment under her cool demeanour, Nymah chuckled at the threat, “Would you really, Lorelei? I would very much like to see that.” Freeing her hands from her cloak, she slowly removed the black hood from her head, letting it fall to her shoulders, “You were once my trusted right hand, and now you don't recognize me? Your memory is really failing you. One more hint, I suppose, just to see how seven years have changed your mind. How dare you destroy my Imum?”