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It's Time To D-D-D-D- BATTLE (closed)

//This time fuck ups can be repaired!! And ghostbusters won't try to melt my brains//


Victoria cooked the food slowly and hummed. "Nope you're totally right I went all out today. Augustine says he's got a present for me after work and I'd bet my favorite shirt it's a wedding proposal." She was more than sure that a proposal was in the works and she was sure as hell gonna look extra cute when it happened.


"It's gonna be great. Then we'll get married. Then we'll get some cute pokemon.
Then we're gonna have super cute kids. Like mega cute. And you'll be the godmother." She flipped the toast and added some cinnamon because that shit's fancy. "You'll be the coolest godmother ever. Super "tres bien" as Augustine likes to say."


She stuffed some of the food into her mouth and dusted off her lab coat. "Anything going on with you today?" She called to her friend who had long since left the kitchen.
 
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<span style="color:#800080;">Cameron smiled at her friend’s comments as she shuffled through her room. She brushed her hair for all of two seconds before giving up and braiding it instead. After that, she threw on a business-casual, pastel-colored outfit, per Café Pastel requirements. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">In the midst of makeupping her face, she heard her friend’s voice echo down the hall. She raised her voice a little to reply.</span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“Sort of. Apparently our Café is being rented out for the day for some sort of occasion. Maybe it's a Kalosian holiday or something, who knows?” </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">Finally finished with her preparations (in record time, she should add), she walked back into the kitchen area. Cameron got herself a plate of French toast and immediately stuffed a piece in her mouth. Delicious as always. She suppressed any sort of blissful moan and instead opted for a little more lighthearted teasing. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“C’mon, mate. Don't you think you need a little more time to know the guy before you get married? He could secretly be a serial killer for all you know!”</span>


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Some sort of holiday? Maybe the perfect kind of holiday to invite the professor out to lunch! A perfect plan! for this super special "after work surprise" thing! She snickered at Cameron's remark. If Sycamore was a serial killer then he was a pretty weak one. His lab coat once got caught in the copy machine in the break room and he cried. For at least an hour.


"He's such a sweetie and honestly if he was a serial killer I'd be one too. Besides, maybe it's gonna be like, a "will you be my girlfriend" proposal? Who knows?" She noticed Cameron enjoying her cooking and smiled before putting a couple extra pieces of toast in a container to give to the professor. "You think your cafe is gonna be super packed after the lab closes today? I mean you think there's a holiday, right? I want a cute aesthetic-y atmosphere for this."
 
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<span style="color:#800080;">“Alright, alright, I trust your taste. I just don't want you to get hurt and stuff.”</span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“I dunno… my manager says they wanted the whooole Café. But I do want you to have fun with your possible future husband.” </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">What to do, then? After a few moments of pondering the conundrum, her face lit up. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“Oh, I know what I can do! Café Pastel has a rooftop terrace with a pretty out-of-the-way entrance. You'll be surrounded by flowers! That's, like, super romantic! As long as we keep it hush-hush, my manager will have no reason to complain, and neither will any of the other customers!” </span>


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//Now we're color twinssss//


Victoria froze and placed her hands on Cameron's shoulders. She was grinning like mad.



"You're the absolute best and I'll totally pay you back to this. Like whatever you want, bro. It's all yours." Now she was pumped. Her plan was going to be even more successful than originally intended! It pays to have friends in high-ish places. Or at least places that can get you into perfect proposal settings. "I'll pick you up a couple of galettes at that stand on the way home, okay?"



She grabbed her bag stuffed haphazardly with papers, pens, and various types of pokeballs. Those also happened to be gifts from Sycamore. She attempted to shove the container of french toast in too, but decided against it. Some things were just never meant to happen. "You need me to pick up like anything on the way back?"
 
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<span style="color:#800080;">“Heh heh, I am pretty great, aren't I? Still, this is what friends are for. If I couldn't pull at least a couple strings for you, can you even call me your bestie?” Cameron gave a nonchalant shrug, but the large grin on her face wasn't fooling anyone. Compliments and galettes? What a day this was turning out to be. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">All she had to do now was find a way to set up the terrace with a table for two… without arousing suspicion (or annoyance) from her coworkers. Ah well, she figured she’d cross that bridge when she got there. She already had some semblance of a plan, and she’d find a way to make the rest fall into place. She had to. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“Ah, I think we’re running low on shampoo and conditioner and stuff? Other than that, I think we’re alright. Anyway, I’ll see you later today!”</span>


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Victoria nodded and typed a reminder onto her phone.


"Alright! Noted! Now I'm off to woo the Professor!"
She hugged her friend and grinned. "Seriously though thank you so much!" She adjusted her glasses and hurried out of the apartment. Today was going to be an interesting dat, she could just feel it. Her shift wouldn't be able to pass by quick enough today. Oh well, at least she had her pokemon to keep her company, and she could always secretly text Cameron while she worked. Victoria looked around at the streets of Lumiose City as she walked to to the lab, it really didn't seem like any sort of holiday was going on.


She made a mental note to ask Sycamore about it.
 
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<span style="color:#800080;">Cameron smiled at her friend’s affectionate response and gave a small wave as her friend left. Her shift started a little later in the day, but she knew she should get to the Café early to prepare things - for their guests and for her friend. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">So, with her newfound resolve, she grabbed her purse, holo caster, and a pair of pokeballs and headed out to start her day early. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">As CJ walked along the usual path to her work, she noted that there didn't seem to be anything different about the city. Usually, when there was a celebration, everyone in Lumiose went all-out. Was she wrong then? She could only shrug as she walked through the back entrance of the Café. There were more pertinent things to be worried about, like setting her diabolical plan into motion. </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“Mauve! Periwinkle!” </span>


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<span style="color:#800080;">“How would you two like to help me with something?”</span>


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Victoria's workday passed without incident. She used the majority of the day to organize some of her reports documenting the growth of her pokemon. Evolution and its limits were Augustine's main research focus, therefore she too was meant to study the growth and development of pokemon. Honestly she couldn't have asked for a better job. Not only was the facility nice, she got two pokemon all to herself! Her Froakie and shiny Riolu, named Stephen and Ryan respectively, were her pride and joy. She often left her pokemon out as she ate lunch with the professor, the man was usually so scatterbrained that he'd forget to eat if she didn't remind him.


As she was stuffing papers into a folder and heading out for the evening, Sycamore stopped by her desk. He smiled that confident grin of his.
"Did you make any interesting discoveries today?"


She rolled her eyes. "Only that Stephen and Ryan love
eating my research papers." She glared at her two pokemon rolling around on the floor. "So... uh, my friend, she like works at that Pastel Cafe and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and stop by?" She winced as she rushed to finish the sentence.





"Oui, my assistant. Of course! I do have a little sweet tooth." He winked and Victoria tried her hardest not to lose


consciousness. "Oh! While we are there I have a present for you! It's a wonderful surprise!"



"For me, really?" She feigned shock like the professor hadn't told her this the day before. "That's so sweet!"



The two chatted as they left the now empty laboratory and strolled to the Pastel Cafe. They made idle chatter, mostly about their research progress and other science-y speak. Once arriving at the small cafe Victoria texted her friend for the go ahead to start whatever she was planning.



> Dude i'm here like right now. how are we gonna get on the roof tho??
 
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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her work day started off with an excellent idea - there was a dusty chess table in the back room that no one’s used in a while! With a little cleaning and and a tablecloth, it could work perfectly for serving food… but how would she get it outside without any questioning, and more importantly, how would she buy herself time to get it to the terrace? </span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Her eyes were drawn to the window, where she noticed a couple of children rushing to get to school on time.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">That was it!</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Um, hey…” and then she realized that she definitely didn’t remember this lady’s name and just stood staring at her shoes until her manager responded in a short tone, not taking her attention away from directing her coworkers.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“What is it?”</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Well, you see, it’s…”</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">No, she couldn’t hesitate. She couldn’t back down or show weakness. This was for Victoria. Cameron inhaled deeply and started again.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“A few children from the school chess club came by last evening while I was closing up. They said they were short a table and wanted to know if they could borrow the one we’ve got.”</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Fine, but you’re going to be the one responsible for lugging that pile of wood over there, alright?”</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Of course!” Cameron chirped and darted to the back room.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Hey, guys. Ya ready?”</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">And at that, Mauve had wrapped her tendrils around the chess table and floated up and up, placing the table onto the roof, before going back and lifting Cameron and Periwinkle up to the terrace to start their work.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">At that, they started work. The school was at least a thirty minute’s walk away, which gave her ample time to set up the table (thank Arceus there were already a couple chairs on the roof). Peri cleaned the tabletop with a well-executed Water Gun, and then it was covered with a clean, white tablecloth the Azurill swiped for her. After that it was all moving a few things around and setting the mood.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The terrace was bursting with carnations and baby’s breath, irises and daisies. And most importantly of all - sunflowers. She’d placed the table very close to the bright yellow blooms, right beneath a small pergola where climbing roses flourished with bright red petals. Now all she had to do was put the finishing touches into place, then go back downstairs and wait for her friend to text her.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">She rewarded Mauve and Peri with some fresh Pokepuffs and plenty of head pats for their help - and the help they would be giving her later on. CJ hope she wasn’t going to overwork her Drifloon, with all the stuff she had to transport!</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Still, there was no more time to worry. Her phone buzzed with a new message. Victoria and the Professor were here! Her fingers tapped out a quick reply before grabbing onto Mauve and drifting back down.</span></span></span>


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<span style="color:#800080;"><span><span style="font-size:14.666666666666666px;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">>meet me at the back. make sure no one sees you. mauve and i will be waiting for you.</span></span></span>


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Victoria read the text and nodded.


"Looks like we get the VIP treatment, Professor Syca - I mean, Augustine!" The two walked behind the cafe. Augustine chuckled.



"My my, you've really gone all out,
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"Well it's the least I can do after you gave me my little angels to study." She petted her Riolu's head. "Cameronnnn I'm heeere!"



 
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<span style="color:#800080;">“Salutations, esteemed guests! My name is Cameron, and I shall be your server for today, with some assistance from Mauve, my Drifloon!” She waved her hand to indicate the aforementioned Pokemon floating calmly at her side. With as smile and a bow, she concluded the introduction and continued. </span>


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Victoria covered her face with a hand embarrassedly. Cameron did always have a knack for being extra "into" whatever she wanted to do. Regardless, it was still sweet. Sycamore at least was getting a kick out of it. 


"Bonjour." He chuckled and grinned at the pokemon. "This is a fine Drifloon you have, Miss Cameron. Looks very healthy and well taken care of! You two must be happy with each other!" 


She sighed a little in relief. Sycamore was really easy to please, especially when pokemon were in question. 


"I'll go first." Victoria had to scope out the venue before Sycamore, of course!
 

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