Presently homeless (h e h) but looking!

[big_mistake]

It does not matter where we go, so long as she and I can be together.

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[flarefor_beauty]

How touching.

[big_mistake]

Lysandre.

[He did warn you that nothing good could come of activating the ultimate weapon, bro. He told you, dawg.]

[Mostly, AZ just seems... tired, though. Tired of being reminded of his past mistakes. He knows all too well he deserves all of it, but that just makes him all the more weary.]

What do you want?

[flarefor_beauty]

Why would you think that I'd want anything? I am, in fact, looking for Sycamore. I have something to ask of him. Have you seen him around anywhere?

[big_mistake]

[He's lived a long time, Lysandre. He'd be surprised to see someone like you not wanting something, not having some goal to strive towards.]

... Perhaps his lab would be a good starting place.

[It must be difficult, not being able to use the Holocasters to spy on everyone and know where they are all the time.]

[... But of all people, AZ is in the least position to judge the man standing before him, and perhaps, if anyone can, Sycamore can start to set Lysandre on a better path.]

[flarefor_beauty]

I have tried there and he isn't at home. [That was the first place he had looked. Also, he doesn't spy on people, really. No, honestly, he doesn't. Yeah right.]

Regarding your comment above. Who is "she?" Your mundane or someone else?

[big_mistake]

I would suggest asking his assistants, but I can see how they might have been less than helpful. [Considering what you did.]

You were there when I told my story to the trainer, Lysandre. Who else could mean so much to me?

[flarefor_beauty]

I could ask them, but I fear they will prove less than useful to me. [Sycamore did pick some dim-witted idiots for assistants. Not like his fashion freak lackeys.]

I think I know who you mean, I was just curious.

[big_mistake]

You know Sycamore better than I, Lysandre. Ask yourself where you would be, if you were him.

[A beat, then, with a distant shadow of wryness.]

A date, perhaps?

[flarefor_beauty]

I beg your pardon? [You didn't just say date, did you?]

[big_mistake]

...

Nevermind.

[Perhaps, AZ's sense of humor is as crusty and outdated as the 3,000-year-old himself is.]

... Unless the matter is urgent, I would think the best way to speak with Sycamore would not be to find him, but to wait for him. He will return eventually to his lab or to his home, after all.

[Leave it to the immortal to take the long view.]

[flarefor_beauty]

Hm. Perhaps. [He is already thinking about where Sycamore could have got to or what he might be doing. There's always a plan involved in Lysandre's thinking.]

Has your mundane been treating you pleasantly lately?

[big_mistake]

I cannot complain. [Yet. You're still new, AZ. Give me time.]

And yours?

[flarefor_beauty]

Mine is still currently playing Pokémon Y. Given the time he has, I think he is doing very well. [Only because he's currently within your café, Lysandre.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

"She"?

[Sorry! So sorry she wasn't listening into your conversation with your mun or anything... except she totally was. Oh boy, how awkward.]

[big_mistake]

... My partner.

[Compared to what AZ has seen, has done in his life... a little curiosity is a trifle to forgive.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Oh...

[She gives an apologetic smile and bows her head slightly.] But she can't be too far away right? You'll get to see her again in the future?

Or am I overstepping my mark again? I-I'm sorry, I'm asking too many questions aren't I?

[big_mistake]

There are worse sins than curiosity.

... We have only just been reunited. [Though he's keenly aware that their parting is his own fault. To call what he felt in the moment he realized she'd been waiting for him all along 'relief' would be akin to calling the oceans a drop of water.] I would not be parted from her again so soon. Next to that, nothing else matters to me.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Well as long as you're both going to be happy, everything will be okay won't it?

[big_mistake]

So long as we are together, yes. [Or, at least, that is AZ's dearest hope.]

[whitescalesbigmouth]

[Well there's that at least. She hopes that you and your partner are very happy together.]

Saft by the way, And you are?

[big_mistake]

[Unfortunately, that happiness is dependent on the largesse of a mundane.]

[We mundanes are so very rarely kind people to our muses.]

AZ.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

...Seriously?

Wow small world! [Saft laughs a little.] One of my closest friends is called Az, Well it's short for Azereus actually but it's still a fun coincidence.

[big_mistake]

Yes, seriously.

I'm afraid I must confess I don't know anyone else by the name of 'Saft' myself.

[whitescalesbigmouth]

Mm, It was the name given to me by my old care-taker when I was a baby, he said the wind told him to give me that name. My real name's Nivalis though, It means snowy and white.

[Although right now other than her clothing there's nothing particular about the girl that gives any indication that she has anything to do with the colour white.]

[will_be_god]

Hm. The ancient warmonger...

Your sins are not forgiven. You may have fooled those in Kalos into doing so, yet any with rational thought will remember. You have burned them into the fabric of the world.