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[center][h2][color=lightpink]Estoria City, Casteliacone[/color][/h2][/center]

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[@AbysmalDemon]

Fantasia arrived at the rather unimpressive venue with a vengeance, darting her eyes around the venue for Charlie - spotting him momentarily running toward an alleyway with some soaking wet nobody. She took a moment to brush a small amount of dirt or dust that had accumulated during the journey off her dress, then proceeded to follow the pair down the alley. The shiny Beldum was continuously smashing its face into an ice cream cone when she arrived, making the two guys chuckle - but not Fantasia of course, whom was surprised that floating white piece of chalk could even find a way to eat. She shoved the wet guy away from her, walking toward Charlie with a disgusted look on her face. 

[color=f49ac2]“My, My Charlie what have you been plotting over here - or should I say, what else?” She shot an annoyed look to the wet guy, “Excuse me, where are my manners. I don't believe we've met, what with the cruel politics of high society and all - why don’t you go back to the Wailord show you so obviously belong at.”[/color]

Fantasia shooed the wet boy away, watching him leave out of the alleyway back out toward the food truck where the crowd had still obviously been upset from the lack of iced cream. [color=f49ac2]“It's like my father always says, ‘The weak are always trying to sabotage the strong’. Do you consider yourself weak, Charlie?”[/color]

She dug through her purse, pulling out a wad of one hundred dollar bills and began to fan herself with it. [color=f49ac2]“Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be Charles, I know you stole my Pokedex - the way you ran off after I asked about it just screamed guilty. I hope I made it here in time before you could black-market off my device to that… Wet willy.”[/color]

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle, pulling out another wad of hundreds. [color=f49ac2]“It’s quite funny actually, your blasted mother tried to give me a Generation 27 or whatever those filthy peasants use to appease me - she was probably in on the theft too. So I taught her a lesson, by smashing it in front of her - she didn’t look happy but what do you expect when your co-conspiring with a thief?”[/color]

She took out a final stack of cash, exhaling deeply as she neatly piled them up in her hand. [color=f49ac2]“I like you Charlie, I really do. That’s why I am willing to make this whole thing go away, if you cooperate that is. I’m willing to forget all those harsh words you said earlier, and start anew - just as soon as you return what is mine. In my hand, I hold three thousand dollars cash which I am willing to give you in return for my Pokedex.”[/color]

Fantasia could sense a disinterest in the conversation, almost as if Charlie may have been focusing on something behind her, she turned around in attempt to mimic what she had observed only to see the magician out in the crowd, a green glimmer illuminating from the top of his coat pocket. [color=f49ac2]“Oh my god, I remember that entrepreneur - he was doing magic tricks when I arrived. You know, I have all the reason to believe you may have sold it to him, but you just [i]have[/i] to help me get it back!”[/color]

She grabbed Charlies arm, pulling him along with her as she approached two security officers whom were lounging against an aloe planter - enjoying nice, cool Casteliacone. Fantasia was so close to getting her treasure back, a sincere concern for the device she was missing. Hell, she'd probably apprehend the criminal herself if she weren't wearing a constricting ballroom gown.

[color=f49ac2]“Excuse me, why don’t you two overweight buffoons get off your lazy behinds and go apprehend that criminal that is on the loose over there?”[/color] She demanded, only to be interrupted by the Casteliacone vendor whom called out to them for assistance causing a higher extent of frustration in Fantasia.

The two officers didn’t particularly care for her tone, putting no sense of urgency on Fantasia’s case at least from what she had observed. [color=f9ad81]“Alright Ma’am we know you’re upset,”[/color] The duo scanned the crowd of people, unable to distinguish the blended in Ace from the rest of the crowd. [color=f9ad81]“Where is this ‘theif’ exactly?”
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Fantasia blushed in embarrassment, looking through each person in the crowd unable to relocate the magician. [color=f49ac2]“He must have taken off his top hat and mask - or something! I didn’t get a good look at him, all I remember is that he was in the Casteliacone line so here is what you two imbeciles are going to do.”[/color] She leaned in with a menacing look, glaring at both men with distrusting eyes. [color=f49ac2]“You’re going to go over there and ask that Casteliacone vendor about the Magician that she had just served, find him and get me back my Pokedex! Get your men to secure the entire bloody city if you have to, how hard is it to find one person?”[/color]