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It was shortly after mid-day when each member of Team Rocket would receive an e-mail alert in his or her inbox. The news had been covering a certain headline all morning, and it was time to address the issue.




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He didn't know if he was more panicked that it was tonight, or disgusted that anyone would borrow formal wear; surely even Rockets had standards! Apparently not, for the other occupants of his poky room seemed to be planning to borrow clothes, if they were going at all. For his part KO rushed off to find an ironing board. He had an outfit - thank Arceus he had an outfit - but it had been folded up in his suitcase and needed some TLC before it was fit to be worn. After that he had to race into town, because he didn't have any boots to go with the look. A bit of frantic searching found him something good, and the vain Rocket began the lengthy process of getting ready.

At long last the living masterpiece was complete, and entered the party grounds at a saunter.

Perfectly starched white linen, all freshly laundered, and composed with an elaborately knotted cravat. The trousers fit closely, very closely, and the shirt's neck came almost right up to his jaw. The coat that went with it was tailed, double breasted, and - naturally – it was blood red and gold buttoned. The boots he had hastily acquired were black, knee high, and supple. They had a very small block heel, and a slightly pointed toe. Yes, they were women's boots, but they looked fantastic with the outfit and flattered his calves so where was the problem? The final item of the ensemble had been a last minute addition, a perfect find going past a market stall. A black cane with a golden grip, not actually gold or even gold plated but in the dim lighting conditions who was to know?

One might surmise that KO wasn't especially familiar with not drawing attention to himself.

One would be correct.

He had come to the fancy party as a fancy 19th century dandy.

He piloted a flute of champagne off a waiter's try and smirked.

Tonight was going to be a good night.

He had no problem with writing reports, and this thing was certainly relevant to his interests, thus Asch had opted to borrow some formal attire to attend the event. It had been a long time, years, since he'd dressed up like this. The boy had memories of his mother dressing him in formal attire suitable for a noble in order to attend all the big ceremonies and parties, and whatever else went on with the upper classes. He hated it, honestly, being paraded around as the heir to House Fabre. He knew it was a necessary evil, and so he just learned to live with it. During most of those gatherings he just spent time with Natalia and any other children that had also been dragged along.

What he'd been given was a tuxedo with a white jacket, black trousers and polished shoes, a red vest and a black tie to match. He felt a little uncomfortable in the get up, and kept the jacket open so that it wasn't entirely stuffy.

Thanks to a lot of practice during his younger years, albeit rusty, Asch was able to pull off the appearance of someone with importance. Or at least with enough money to afford what he was wearing.

In silence, the red head strolled through the crowd, trying to blend in. This was his area of expertise after all, although the one thing that did worry him was getting recognized.

Said Yuri was standing on the sidewalk near the park, sword in hand. He'd noticed there was some big to-do event going on, and thus avoided the place. The man was waiting for an opportunity to cross the street when he heard someone calling his name.

Repede, who was at his side as per usual, looked as well. His tail wagging slightly as he recognized the scent of the young boy.

"Huh?" Black eyes turned towards and looked down at the small figure. At first he seemed puzzled, not knowing who this was. Repede seemed to, and then the voice clicked in his mind.

"Is that you, Champ?" He then asked, reaching out to lift the hat off the kid's head.

Don't draw attention to yourself - for some, that was a distinct challenge either due to their own nature or that of their pokémon. Fortunately, for Kratos it wasn't difficult at all. After telling a tearful Miette that she would have to stay back at the base (and assuaging her with the 'assignment' of eggsitting), he had dug out the formal suit he used to use while on duty during high-class events. It was a few years old and perhaps a bit out of fashion, but it was decent enough for a plain black suit.

He couldn't take the risk of going entirely without a pokémon, so snug in their pokéballs and well out of sight rested Yuan and Martel, his pidgeot and leafeon. Should something happen, they should serve to get him out of there. Hopefully, however, his preparations wouldn't be necessary and this would just be a useful - and peaceful - information-gathering assignment.

As he walked up the path towards the gathering, he took note of the unsuspecting populace and the other rockets seeded in amongst them. It looked like quite a few of his fellows were attending this, along with many members of the region's populace. It didn't look like there was anyone here who knew Anna or who might recognize him from his own work as a trainer and a bodyguard, which was something of a relief. He didn't want to draw attention to himself or have to answer uncomfortable and prying questions.

After all, Kratos never went to these kinds of gatherings unless he was working or when Anna dragged him, and anyone who even vaguely remembered him knew it.

Putting his sword toting hand on his hip, and holding the hat just out of Tymiko's reach, Yuri grinned. He was infinitely amused by the girl's choice of attire.

"Well if I'm an assassin, you must be the undercover agent, right? What's with the disguise?"

Still holding the hat out of reach, he then turned partly to look behind him, towards the park. "Oh that? Eh, its not really my style." Besides, he was rather underdressed for such an occasion. Going to such... parties or whatever, was not something he did. For one, he was too poor to afford any sort of formal wear, and didn't like to wear it anyway.

The girl-in-boy's-clothing jumped up and down in vain to retrieve her fedora. After a few tries, she paused to catch her breath and answer Yuri with a sideways scowl.

"If I was, I'd have you arrested, Mister!" she scolded, crossing her arms over her chest. With a sigh, she looked toward the glowing lights beyond and murmured, "...I don't like dresses. They make people look like big fat boats and cakes and mushrooms." She scrunched up her nose. "And they're cold with no pants under."

Launching herself in order to make another grab for the hat, Ty fell on her stomach. "Ow. What?!" she exclaimed, though her surprise seemed to be about what Yuri had said rather than her fall. She picked herself up and dusted her shirt off. "Oh, no you don't. If I'm going, you have to go too! This is important."

"What? Really? But I thought you were in the milit - " Oops. Ty quickly slapped a hand over her mouth as if the words would come tumbling out if she didn't. "Sorry! Forget I said that. Um..."

Noticing Repede come to her aid, the child smiled, but again had to resist the urge to pet or hug the fire-type. "It's alright. I fall from trees a lot; it hurts a lot more than this."

"Wha - ?!" And then everything went dark. Sort of. "Yuuuuriii..." she grumbled under the hat. It was big enough as it was; she didn't need it over her eyes. Pulling it back up so that it rested just on the crown of her head (with some help from her thick hair), she pointed at the party.

"There's a Pokemon League being founded here, I think. Maybe we'll meet some future gym leaders or other trainers! Don't you want to see?" She grinned and tugged on his arm. "There's food, too."