009 || video//action for Goldenrod; [Fourth Wall]

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[... Valmont's been gone a long time. This is worrying. Might as well publically ask about it.]

I'm looking for a certain jerk: White hair, prominent nose, British accent, usually wears a green suit. He isn't responding to any of my texts and, as my roommate, he owes me rent money. It's been about two days now, I think.

... I do not like being cheated out of my money. If you've seen his stupid ass, let me know or send him on his way here so I can punch his face.

[Yeah. That oughta do. ... It's not like he cares about him, b-baka.]


[OOC: Raikov's puttering around Goldenrod City, half out of curiousity, and half out of semi-searching for Valmont. Feel free to harass him.]

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[Because clearly these two need to actually meet in person.

Dist is fairly sure he's making some kind of mistake by venturing out of the base during all this chaos, but he was feeling oddly stifled in there and needed to go out and get some fresh air. Besides, maybe he can use the time to go on a flower run. There should probably be a shipment of nice holiday bouquets showing up soon...

Oh, now here's a face he wasn't expecting to run into in the thick of all these crowds! In fact, it's been a while since he's seen Raikov, but he doesn't forget a person who gets on his good side.]

Fancy seeing you here. [He'll offer a half-wave to further get Raikov's attention.] Are you actually a crowd person or did you get trapped in all this nonsense?

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[Raikov recognizes the voice and turns to face him. Oh. He's even more beautiful looking in person...! He could use a good distraction too. Stupid Valmont, running off and not bothering to tell him where he is... No. Stop thinking about him and eye the handsome man in front of you, Ivan.]

Ah- You're... I don't think we actually ever exchanged names.

[The Russian pushes through the crowd of people in attempts to get closer to Dist. Once he's successful, he holds out his hand.]

Ivan Raidenovitch Raikov. And I came out willingly but didn't expect it to be this packed. What the hell is going on?

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Oh, you're absolutely right. That must be rectified right away!

[He nods in recognition, accepting Raikov's handshake and taking a moment to consider that full name. It's quite unique, and it makes him wonder where Raikov's from.]

Dist. It is a pleasure to meet you in person, Mr. Raikov.

[With introductions out of the way, Dist crosses his arms, dipping his chin into his fluffy scarf.]

It seems to happen around this time of year without fail...suddenly the streets are far more packed than usual. I almost wonder if part of it is the holiday rush. You know how ridiculous consumers can get when sales and deep price cuts are waved above their heads.

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[Raikov tries not to crush his hand. Russians are good for bone crunching handshakes though.]

A pleasure indeed. And please, just "Raikov" is fine.

[He returns his own hands into his coat pockets, glancing around as Dist describes the annual happenings.]

I don't really know about the holiday season. At least not like this. We only celebrate New Years in my motherland.

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Raikov it is.

[It's what he would've gone with anyway, but it doesn't hurt to be formal at the start!

He shrugs at the second bit.]

There isn't much to it, at least from what I have learned. Those who participate purchase gifts for their loved ones and give them out on the Twenty-fifth of December. It's not something my own homeland celebrates either, but I've found it to be somewhat enjoyable.

[He glances at the large crowd, frowning slightly.]

However, the shops take advantage of the holiday to draw shoppers in, making it seem like a purely commercial holiday. And of course, the consumers fall for it without fail.

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Oh, I know what "Christmas" is about. It's basically the same as our New Years. I'm just not used to the... crazy shopping sprees and stuff.

[He scoffs, although not surprised.]

Tch.... Typical captalistic way of running things. It's disgusting.

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Ah, yes that's the name. I always seem to forget it since it doesn't exist where I am from. But yes, it truly misses the point of the holiday, doesn't it?

[Part of him wonders if he would even care about this topic at all if he didn't have people to give gifts to though. Huh.]

But enough about that depressing subject, how have you been faring? We haven't spoken in quite a while.

[He's making a point to keep moving so they can get out of this stifling crowd for a minute or two.]

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It doesn. I'm glad New Years back home doesn't turn everyone into greedy bastards like it does here.

[Raikov wouldn't blame him. He wouldn't go out shopping early if it wasn't for the fact that the good stuff will probably be taken by the time Christmas rolls around. Friggin captalist holidays.

He follows Dist, quite glad to get away from all the buzz of activity.]

I've been... well enough.

[He looks uneasy for a moment.]

Do you know of a man named "Valmont?"