Bleaching your teeth, smiling flash, talking trash, under your breath

[redhotmagma]

✿Kelly✿

✿ Bubbly, enthusiastic and eager to help on the outside, calculated and sly on the inside. Her seemingly good-hearted actions are backed by subversive intentions. She's not malicious but she is manipulative, and she'll bend over backwards if it means getting herself into your good books. You're going to love her, and she's going to make it happen.

✿ Sensitive to criticism and regularly alters her behaviour in order to fit in, being careful to keep her natural bluntness under check. Push her far enough to force her out of her facade of niceness and you will find her to have a sharp-tongued judgemental side, that isn't the slightest bit as sweet as her fake exterior.

✿ Doesn't actually have a single thought to spare for the equilibrium between the land and sea, not that she lets her fellow Magma grunts know it. Expand the land...! Woo...!

✿ A firm believer in the power of making a good first impression. She's very careful about her presentation, to the point of having become obsessive about fashion and appearance.

✿ Pokemon Contests are her greatest passion in life and her ultimate goal is to become a Master Rank Coordinator. (I've yet to work out which categories her Pokemon specialise in and what their move-sets are, however).

Comments

[fabularity]

[Well, you know where to find Rarity - working in her Carousel Boutique as usual, busy with her latest creation. But don't worry, she's always willing to help those in need - if by 'in need' you mean defying all common sense of beauty.]

[redhotmagma]

[Well, Kelly would certainly be hurt if she found she fell into Rarity's definition of 'in need'. ...Though part of her wouldn't blame her either, considering the atrocity of a uniform she didn't get a chance to change out of before leaving work today. Horned hoods? Tunics? Leg warmers? Did her leader find his fashion sense dying in the gutters somewhere?

It's refreshing to come across someone outside of the Contest scene with as good taste as she has, so when she discovers such a darling (...if a little over decorated...sorry, Rarity) boutique she simply has to check it out.

Stepping neatly through the door and into the storefront.]

Ah, do excuse me! Are you open?

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[fabularity]

Hold on a minute, please! [She replies in the sweetest little tune, though she doesn't look up from her sewing machine quite yet.] I'm just about to finish this-- perhaps one more sapphire here aaaaand we're done!

[And once she's finished, Rarity looks aside to check on her new customer, one hoof fluffing up her curls as she does. It was important to make a good impression, after all!]

Now. What can I do for you--

[fabularity]

[And then there's a bit of a loud gasp. That outfit... everything was wrong with it!]

By the stars, darling! Please tell me you're not wearing this... this... well, this out of your own will!

[redhotmagma]

[Kelly's turn to gasp. She leans forward, eyes widened, and dramatically hisses:] Never!

[She does a panicked double-take and pokes her head back out the shop door just in case there happened to be any of her co-workers passing by, before skittering up to Rarity.]

Isn't it so bad? I have to wear this every day, too!

[fabularity]

[... what. What. A single outfit every day? The horror! No one should repeat the same outfit twice in a week, let alone every day!]

Oh, what kind of ruffians would force a lady to do such a terrible thing? [See this pout? RARITY IS NOT PLEASED.] That hood cannot be good for your hair, it needs to breathe! And those colors-- red and black? What were they thinking?

Sorry for the late D8

[redhotmagma]

I know! [Sniff.] But, oh no, could you imagine this [Taking hold of our disgusting tunic] in any other colour? It would be horrible! ...I mean, it is horrible, but it could be even worse, right? Oh, and it does make my hair frizz so much—!

[It feels so good to rag on the uniform to someone else who appreciates how bad it is. Her colleagues are all gung-ho for the job and treat the uniform like it's at the pinnacle of high-fashion.]

It's fine!

[fabularity]

Oh, but a different color would bring out your hair-- not that you should have it on display before it is properly coiffed, of course... [Oh, this poor unfortunate soul. Clearly Rarity must go to her rescue!]

I have decided! You absolutely must have one of my magnificent makeovers immediately.

[redhotmagma]

Really?! Oh, yes please, I would love one-! How much? [Because she's not naive enough to expect any beauty treatments to come without a price attached.]

[fabularity]

[Shhh, Kelly, you're in Rarityland now, where money is not as important as making the world beautiful. She totally has her priorities straight, okay!]

Oh, nononono, let us not talk numbers right now, darling-- the important thing is to take care of this unruly mane of yours first! [Tralala, magically casting a chair with her horn. Humans sit on chairs, right?]

[redhotmagma]

But, I—

[Sigh. You're far too insistent, Rarity, and seeing as there's now a chair magically here too she might as well just sit down and deal with it. She can probably pay anyway... how much can a makeover be? Besides, it's not like she doesn't need it. Sitting!]

My mane...? You mean my hair? What do you plan to do with it? [Should she be worried you'll put horse-grooming products on it?]

[fabularity]

[Shush. Do not question the sheer awesome and quality of Rarity's hair products, okay. Just look at her hair- you can't even tell it's not naturally curly.]

Well, first, we need to wash it and give it a little bit of spark, of course-- oh, and we should definitely trim it, as well. Just look at all those split ends! [GASP!]

[crystalspirited]

What the hell are you doing here? [ Kris has no idea where she is now (she hasn't for a while, actually) but this time there's someone else here and she's Not Happy. ]

[redhotmagma]

I work here, what are you doing here? [You're on Team Magma's property, which is why you're currently being detained for trespassing by one of the grunts. A grunt who would really rather not be detaining anyone. This was a job for the rougher male grunts, surely, what was her commanding Admin thinking making her watch the ruffian who snuck in here?]

[crystalspirited]

[ What? Who cares who works where?]

I go where I please, thanks. Where you work has nothing to do with this. [ Although Kris can kind-of see why she'd be here. ]

[redhotmagma]

[SIGH. Have a very sour smile, Miss Trespasser.] I'm so sorry, [She's really not] but according to my superiors it does, since you were inside our base.

[crystalspirited]

How was I supposed to know that it was your base? [ Since she did randomly appear in it. Ah, why is her luck always this bad? Kris isn't sure whether she should just pass through the walls and deal with being immaterial for a few weeks just to get out.

But she really hates being ignored, so she doesn't. ]

Trust me. If you let me go now, it'd be easier for both of us.

[redhotmagma]

Oh, on come now. You must have known...nobody can get in or out without one of these; [she holds up her Magma Emblem] but only Team Magma members own them, so you must have followed one of us in.

Oh...I don't really think so. I would get in a lot of trouble with the Admins if I just let you walk out. So could you...maybe just do me a favour sit there? I would really appreciate it if we could wait this out without any hassle.

[crystalspirited]

Well, I did, and without following any of you... [ Kris sneers at the uniform. ] fashion accidents.

[ And promptly, the is a rather nice ice stool appearing next to Kris as the temperature drops a few degrees. Kris sits on it and folds her arms, keeping a rather "pleasant" smile on her face. ]

Sitting, I can do. Not too sure about the hassle part, though.

[redhotmagma]

[GAAAASP. OH NO YOU DIDN'T] I didn't choose the uniform-! I don't have a choice but to wear this...thing!

[...Okay that whole...materialising a chair out of thin air thing? And the drop in temperature? Kelly is pretty sure that should not happen. (Though if she weren't so focused on oh good Lord why is there now a chair there she would be wishing she had a similar temperature control skill for the times when it's just too unbearably hot inside the inner caves of this volcano. Which is pretty much all the time). Kelly backs up, whipping a pokeball from her belt.]

How did you do that!? You have a pokemon hidden in here somewhere, don't you!?

[crystalspirited]

Of course you didn't. Just like you don't have a choice but to trap a poor, lost soul in here. [ she puts emphasis on the last word a little more bitterly than she intends to. ]

A Pokemon? [ Kris opens out her hands innocently. ] Now why would I have one of those anymore? [ She likes riling people up with her, ah, special abilities. ]

[redhotmagma]

[Whoosh

That's the sound of any hidden meanings within Kris's words going straight over Kelly's head.

Still brandishing that pokeball and looking pretty darn unnerved, by the way.]

You're a liar! What Pokemon do you have in here?

[crystalspirited]

[ Kris rolls her eyes at Kelly. Stupid people, honestly. Funny how the cold usually got to them. ]

What pokemon do you want me to have? [ She waves a hand and a small ice totodile forms slowly. Kris frowns, still not liking how static it is. Not much she can do about that, though. ]

[flame_one]

[A wild Admin has appeared

Hopefully you are working.]

[redhotmagma]

[She wasn't. Her nail care is much more important than your paperwork. Fortunately, Kelly's ninja skills of deception mean she has developed an acute ability to detect when anybody she needs to impress is coming. So by the time Tabtiha is in range of seeing her she will have her pen to the page and nary a nail file in sight.

Kelly stands up and salutes at Tabitha's arrival, putting on her most charming smile.]

Good morning, Admin.

[staticstatus]

{What's this? He sees a fellow red head complete with green eyes? Her hair is even wavy and thick too... major differences: Gender and height. She's much taller than this 5'7(AND A HALF) sixteen year old. But he's so cool with that.}

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[redhotmagma]

[SOMEBODY ELSE WHO IS GINGER AS GINGER GETS. We see you looking at us looking at you, and, well. Now that eye-contact has been established it would be horribly rude not to go say hello, right? Okay. Adjust posture, quickly check our red hair is in place...]

[redhotmagma]

[...switch to our most WINNING SMILE and let's go over to introduce ourselves.]

Ah, hello!

[staticstatus]

{He has a winning smile too.} Hey. {And his eyes are not shy. He is quite pleased to run into someone else who is as ginger as ginger gets.}

[redhotmagma]

[Gingers have got to stick together amirite? Kelly smiles broadly down at her new acquaintance.]

Hi! I'm Kelly! And you are...?

[staticstatus]

Claus.

Bah, changing my keywords reset all my userpics 8<

[redhotmagma]

[That smile doesn't falter any as Kelly reaches for one of Claus's hands and clasps it between her own.]

Claus! It's so nice to meet you!

Yeah that happens ):

[staticstatus]

{Heh. There's emphasis in that sentence he picked up on.} Really?

[redhotmagma]

[Headtilting but still smiling just as enthusiastically. What are you getting at?] ...Yes! Of course!

[staticstatus]

I'm very flattered to land a nice impression already. {He feigns sheepishness.} You're really kind.

[ridesmukdip]

[Hey Kelly.
Do you like plushies? Because this there preteen boy with black hair and golden eyes is working on sewing one. He's sitting cross-legged on the grass, back against his swampert]

[redhotmagma]

[Plushies? Sure, plushies are cool, we can dig that. She'll come over and bend over Carwyn, hands on her knees and her red hair falling forward.]

Hello there! [smile] What are you making there, hm?

[ridesmukdip]

[Oh--people generally don't stop to talk to him--slight blush] Plushies...

[relevantribbons]

Kelly! [incoming bitty!]