Scapegrace crouched behind the table, utterly silent, utterly still. She'd been tracking her quarry for hours now, and for the first time she thought she saw an opening to catch it. She watched the patterns of light moving across the walls, gauging her moment.

Then she leapt. Her arms closed around her prey, and she felt a surge of triumph.

"'ey! What do you sink you are doing? Are you une personne crazy?!"

Scapegrace stumbled back, gaping at the irate-looking candlestick with the extremely feminine, extremely bad French accent. "Uh," she managed. "What?"

"'ere I am, just walking along and mahndin' mah own business, when SUDDENEMENT! Zere is you, leaping out of nowherre to molest moi?" The candlestick folded her arms and glared. "It is simply not on, ma friend, not on at all!"

"Uh." Scapegrace pinched herself to check if she was really awake. "Ow."

"Ah am waiting for an apology."

Scapegrace blinked. "What, like this is my fault? I thought you were a Pokemon!"

The candlestick stared at her. "And... porquoi, precisely?"

"Well..." Scapegrace waved a hand vaguely. "You look kind of like a shiny Chandelure, you know? With the... candles and all."

The candlestick's expression fell into a glower. "Zat is not mah fault," she declared. "'ad SeaTurtle not trranslated ma name as 'Lumiere d'Aube', ah would not be ztuck this way."

"Uh." Scapegrace shook her head, irritated by her own hesitancy. "So who are you normally?"

"Ah am DawnFire, no?" The candlestick hopped forward, waving what would be called a hand were it not, in fact, a lit candle. "Take mah advice, mah amie - never allow anyone to ship you like a Frrench girl."

"I don't know why I ever would." Scapegrace regarded DawnFire for a moment longer, then shrugged. "So have you seen any Pokemon around here? I need to catch them to give out as newbie gifts, but between you and SkarmorySilver, it's been tough going..."

"Ah 'ave not." DawnFire looked at Scapegrace warily. "But if you are 'unting for Pokemon, why are you not using ze Pokeballs?"

Scapegrace looked down at the rope in her hands. "Uh."

"'oping for a little, 'ow do you say, light bondage, n'est pas?"

"Y- n- I refuse to confirm or deny any such allegations."

Zat is prrecisely what ah would expect you to say." DawnFire hopped up onto a convenient box, then further up onto a table, and stood eye-to-eye with Scapegrace. "You realise zat I am a moderately ornate candlestick right now, non? While zere are possibilities in 'ot wax, ah am not remotely suited to errotic activities rright now."

"I know, I know." Scapegrace waved the discussion off. "Forget I said anything."

"You didn't say anyzing."

"Then forget I didn't say anything."