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Post by rainy1 on Jan 27, 2012 19:20:47 GMT -5
Beatrice. Sweet Beatrice. Honestly, Remy pitied the poor thing for more than one reason. One, she was pink. The horror of being pink! What was it like? Did she see everything else in pink too? Two, she was hopelessly in love with Remy Baudelaire. And well ...it was safe to assume that he was not the nicest of men. He tried to break it to her gently, but no, she insisted upon the smothering of her affection every single day and night. Obviously, the captain was not at all interested in pursuing a pokemon of all things, thank Arceus, but he did realize the hopeless pokemon possessed a certain value. She could be used like his string of lady lovers and for that reason and that reason alone, he kept the poor thing. Besides, it was kind of nice having a fan. She made a great pillow too and she never complained when he ordered her to fetch a margarita for him unlike his first mate or his lady chef. Now, now, what in the world was Remy Baudelaire doing at this valley? Honestly, he didn't know. It'd been the fifth time he'd gotten lost today and he'd been expecting to be saved by one of his crew by now, but to no avail, there was nobody except for him and his Beatrice, who had been clinging to his ankle as she followed timidly. Admittedly, the Audino had been slowing him down so helplessly, he leaned down to swoop up the small pokemon into his strong arms and continued walking in hopes of finding somebody. Ah! Wait! There was a figure up ahead! In his impatience, he rushed forward and nearly ran into the poor lady by complete accident. What was a lady doing here? Well, no matter. Maybe he could charm her too. "Excuse me, Miss, but could you point me in the direction of proper civilization?"  BEATRICE THE AUDINO
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