(OPEN) Breath in for luck

[hope]

One would suppose the reason Hope Eveglade loved the lake was because of her Gijinka DNA, true the Lapras in her did crave water most of the time but she’d always loved swimming. It was just so peaceful especially once you were fully submerged under the icy waters and you could see nothing but the dark shadows of the unknown water Pokemon that lived under the deep depths of the waters. It was simply enchanting. And it came as no surprise that the lake was a usual haunt of Hope’s, she simply adored coming here, at night time or day time it didn’t matter to her it seemed every time whether it be dusk or twilight held its own natural wonder when one basked in the lakes reflection.

She paused for a moment as she hitched up the bottom of her pale dress and held the skirts tightly in her hands. Her shoes were already off and lay abandoned by the side of the grassy lake under the shade of a tall tree. Gently she dipped her left foot in the peaceful waters and broke the still top sending ripples radiating away. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before her other foot joined its partner and she trod in gently moving herself deeper and deeper. When it had reached her knees, she again stopped and let go of her dress, so the ends floated above. She resisted the urge to submerge herself knowing she’d have to return home drenched if she did and Hope really didn’t need the neighbours spreading more rumours about the weird little Gijinka girl.

[magnus]

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,

It was a rare, rare kind of day where Magnus got any time to himself as of late. No matter how much he pushed or pulled, he was overworked from every angle that he looked at; Epispect was trying hard to keep him busy and were having no trouble in doing so. The latest influx in illegal Gijinka that they’ve been expecting had come, and every day was something new for Ludwig and him to find. Of course, on occasion, he did feel sorry for those poor saps he was paid to gun down, but that wasn’t his problem.

But the German had woken up this morning with zero new information, no new missions in his file, and all his logs from the day before placed perfectly. Of course, emailing in had yielded very little response and for the time being, he was forced to consider that perhaps there just wasn’t any work today. It felt so strange, and he kept checking his devices every few minutes just to make sure nothing had been shoved on him at the last second. It was always possible; Magnus was a bounty hunter, anything was game.

The library was of little sanctuary anymore, so it seemed, and staying at the motel room meant he’d need to babysit a constantly nagging Ludwig. It was then, with a quick search on a geographic map, did he find Lake Antebellum. He found the name agreeable, and it looked isolated enough to be quiet. Magnus swiftly packed up and began heading out into the great nowhere that used to be so nice; a wasteland, as far as that apocalypse was concerned.

The lake itself was prettier than he would’ve thought, but then again, Magnus was such a pessimist it wasn’t even laughable anymore. He found a place to settle, under the awning of a tree and close to the water. Once he cracked his book open, he was in his own little bubble. Everything else no longer mattered; only the words on the page did.

That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;