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[center]If someone had asked her four years ago where she'd be in four years Ritzy's answer would likely have been the standard and dull. Working at a PokeMart and making an honest, if unexciting, living. She wasn't one for plans or excitement when the most exciting thing that had happened to her prior to [i]this[/i] was the day her parents got divorced and she moved to Sinnoh with her mother. Even before she came to Sinnoh, back when she had a dream and aspirations and the belief that the world was her Cloyster and ripe for the taking, she didn't exactly live a life of excitement. But at least she had a goal back then, before the laughter. Before the mockery. Before running home in tears and holing up in her room. Before [i]him[/i]. 

The him in question was someone who never did quite give up on his dream even if it took him longer than usual to attempt to do anything about it. She remembered well the day she moved to Sinnoh and he and his mother, her new neighbors, knocked on the door. At the time they were just kids, one who just had her dream crushed on and left to die in an alley [i]and[/i] her life changed thanks to a nasty divorce and the other...well...the other one helped her rekindle the childhood dream she had while they promised to make them come true together. 

Looking at the two of them now, Captain and Vice Captain of a professional League Team, it was almost hard for Ritzy to believe she was even [i]here[/i]. Not only had she accomplished her childhood dream - thanks in no small part to having Alex light a fire under her ass - but she was Co-Captaining a team based in her homeland. The last time she was in Kalos it was more of a business trip, though a night in Lumiose was a fond memory, but now they were representing her home on the grandest stage of them all. It was almost perfect. 

Ritzy had her complaints about some of the people Alex picked for the team, and not just because he ignored basically all of her suggestions though that definitely didn't [i]help[/i] her opinion that there were ulterior motives for some choices, but none of the complaints were quite so obvious as the utter [i]contempt[/i] she had towards the other Coordinator on the team. There had been an argument she had with Alex - there were a lot more of them these days - and though she had let other choices such as [b][color=ff6600]'That lazy plank from Hoenn'[/color][/b] slide without a terrible amount of fuss, she was so opposed to the additional Coordinator that the decision had to be made over Ritzy's head just out of sheer exhaustion. There were only so many times a person could hear [i][b][color=ff6600]'C'est un gros boudin! Elle pète plus haut que son cul!'[/color][/b][/i] before it just started sounding like the shrill shriek of a broken record. 

Why, exactly, did the Vice Captain have such a...strong dislike for the other Coordinator of the team? She had her reasons, but the fact that she was basically staring at him with those ugly, dumb eyes of hers the entire meeting wasn't exactly coloring her mood to the positive. Not even the little yellow bug that Ritzy had lost a battle with (she wanted it on her shoulder, the Joltik preferred her hair), which had usually been cute enough to keep her mood on the up, was working its electric magic today. It didn't help that her small little bug - freshly from an egg not a week ago - was currently [i]sleeping[/i] under her hat. For the sanity of everyone who had attended the meeting, it was probably a good thing that Ritzy was unaware of what the other Coordinator had been doing under the table. 

That didn't stop Ritzy from rolling her eyes and scoffing - the latter of which she did at the general question of food and the solution of making [i]pancakes[/i]. These people were living in one of the greatest culinary and cultural and artistic centers of the known world and they wanted to make stupid [i]pancakes[/i]? The eye rolling was levied solely at the prissy little [i]putain[/i] - or so Ritzy referred to her internally - and the fact that she even spoke to Ritzy. Or specifically about Ritzy's bread and butter and the reason why she got the VIP treatment at restaurants. 

[b][color=ff6600]"Of [i]course[/i] you are [i]familiar[/i] with them."[/color][/b] Even for a person specialized in Poison types like Ritzy, the venom in her voice was quite clear. [b][color=ff6600]"Jut as I am sure you wish to be [i]familiar[/i] with...someone."[/color][/b] She didn't drop Alex's name but the implication was stronger than Dilan's Vigoroth. [b][color=ff6600]"I do not need to hear any strategy from you unless it is an exit one."[/color][/b] In all her stewing anger, Ritzy hadn't even looked at her opponent's file yet - she had her own priorities to worry about.[/center]