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"Yeah, was," Yuri said, putting emphasis on the last word. Not seeming bothered by her mention of it this time. "I quit."

He then stood up fully and looked towards the park again. "The League, huh?" While he personally had no intention of becoming a League trainer and following their stuffy rules, he was a little curious. Hm... perhaps this could be interesting after all.

He then felt the tug on his arm and his attention went back to Tymiko.

"Okay, okay, I'll go with you." He said with laughter in his voice.

"Yay!" the girl cried gleefully, doing another little jump as she let go of Yuri and ran toward the end of the sidewalk. Waving frantically, she urged him to follow. "Let's go, let's go! It's already started! Maybe we'll see some people we know there!"

When they'd started to get a move on, Tymiko leaned closer to Yuri, looking up to ask quietly, "You didn't quit because you got arrested, did you...?"

"...Oh." Instead of seeming alarmed or shocked by this revelation, the girl looked at Yuri with a kind of new-found admiration. "Cool!" And then she was off running toward the lights again.

"I'm going to go look at the party people! Do you want to eat first?" she asked, looking back at the long-haired young man. "I can meet you back here later."

Tambrey had only brought Palu and Ella with her and both were tucked away in their pokeballs as she arrived at the event.
The grunt looked up, noting all the lighting, first, before taking a proper look at the scene around her.
She'd been apprehensive about this, but had persuaded herself to come.
It wasn't that she didn't like dresses, but she certainly wasn't sure she was comfortable in them; she felt very self conscious and moved with a hesitant air.
That might work to her favour, though, she supposed, as with the tension in the air, and the league present, why shouldn't people feel flighty anyway?
She cast a glance around, attempting to spot whoever she might know; despite the 'don't draw attention to yourself' order, it would probably be better to stick close to some team mate, she supposed.

Tambrey did not own a dress, or at least, certainly not one that she could use for such an event.
She had fought herself over whether to go or not, as well, but it was a chance that wasn't likely to come again, perhaps, and so she'd gone and requested a loan of formal attire.

Besides, she could pretend as if she were dressed for a contest, perhaps and after the year she'd had now, why was she afraid of such a silly thing..?
The grunt was not concerned about making a report; it was the sort of thing to be expected and the sort of thing she'd grown used to... In fact, this report would be something different to write up than the usual anyway which might be fun.

Oh. Shoes, too. She'd have to have shoes that didn't horribly clash with the dress wouldn't she? The grunt hadn't thought of it, somehow, until she was right there asking.
She was terrible at it and took a little while to get anything that would fit, suit her and fit together, though (in her opinion) it might also have been due to the slightly random nature of whatever the base had available.
The shoes she'd gotten were the best of what she could find in her size; black, pointed toes, with a heel that wasn't too high, and tiny bows gracing the fronts.

Thankfully, though not perfect, what she'd been given wasn't too bad; it was a nice dark sort of blue (not a terrible colour) and long enough to swing around her ankles, yet with a shape that let it taper out the closer it got to the hem; it wasn't going to trip her up (unless she had to run), though mostly covered the tops of her shoes. The neckline was modest and not very low, while the sleeves ended around her elbows.
The whole thing, though elegant in its way, was nice enough to look formal but simple enough that it certainly didn't suggest any sort of wealth or importance... Especially as she'd settled for the simple hairstyle of 'apply brush, fix ponytail (though there was another little bow to be found here).
Still, she did feel 'fancy' in it.

She'd tied a black sash into a bow at her waist and wore black gloves, with a slight flare at the wrists, to match her black heels.
Her glasses were in a simple black handbag she'd allowed herself, which meant her eyes stared out from behind contact lenses; perhaps she felt more disguised this way, she wasn't sure herself.

As the night got started, some people may have noticed people walking around to patrol the area. A few uniformed police officers wandered around, but for the most part the security detail was covered by guards-for-hire in cheap penguin suits. Public function or not, there were some rather important people involved, and the city of Camphoreon had hopes to not face a repeat of past disasters.

[Yuri]
One such guard approached Yuri shortly after the young man had picked up a drink. "Excuse me, sir, but I'm going to need to request that you not continue to carry a weapon in this vicinity this evening. We do have a security station setup, however, if you'd be fine with picking it up there afterward?" He was fairly polite about it, at least, as though used to working among the higher class gatherings the city sometimes offered.

It didn't take Natalia a lot of time to decide to come, in fact she had the outfit she was wearing picked out as soon as she heard that there would be a party. The noblewoman was currently walking around and mingling with the other guests while looking to see if anyone she knew would turn up in her sight.

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Shizuo hadn't been planning on going to the party until a temporary client decided to make the trade off of security there. So here he was in mostly his normal suit except for a white jacket over the top at his, now thankfully former, client's request. He only planned to stay a little bit though now that his job was done.

"Uh... Somethin' like that." Tambrey offered, only half truthful as she certainly hadn't thought of this as a 'night off' until Rory had just said so, but certainly saw his point now.
She looked him up and down, noting the suit and the various indicative features that this was not new clothing.
She also wasn't entirely sure it had been borrowed either:
"Haven't I seen that outfit somewhere b'fore?"
The grunt was fairly sure it would have been something from his days on the contest circuit, but she wasn't going to say that quite so obviously.

She caught sight of Kratos making his way over and gave him a smile and a nod in return to his greeting nod.
"Hey!" She greeted, brightly; even if he was 'to the point', the fact that she knew both him and Rory here was a fact that slightly quelled her nerves about the place.

[Yuri]
The guard smiled his thanks, and accompanied Yuri to the station. "Thank you for your understanding, sir." He jotted down the needed details on a tag which was then attached loosely by string to the sword's hilt. He tore off the end stub on the tag that had a number printed on it, and passed that to Yuri. "You'll be able to pick it up again with no problem later." That done, the sword was stored in a small back area with some other items being held.