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Darts ambles up out of the crowd, his golden championship belt swinging back and forth over his shoulder as he does so. "So sorry I am late..." The Giratina hybrid bemoans, giving Clara a brief peck on the cheek from out of nowhere before tossing Silver his belt with a wink. "You know how it is with hybrids in this country... barely able to get a cab anywhere." He fixes the attendant with a look of snobbish disdain. "I would thank you to keep your hands off of the Under King's retinue. My escort and... royal belt carrier are not to be accosted in such a manner." He holds up a gilt finger to silence any further protest. "Come then." He says, one hand winding around Clara's waist as he brushes off the servant skillfully. "We shall submit a formal complaint with his bosses once we are inside..." He snootily leads the pair away from the attendant without letting him get another word in edge-wise, heading towards the queue.

"Mon cher! There you are!" A blonde hair man dressed in what looked like the dress uniform of a member of the Royal Guard shouted as he ran up to Blizzard, literally pushing Aria. "I see you found dear old sister. Poor girl, never was the same after she fell off that Rapidash you know. Come dear, just take your steps nice and slow." He told Arias he acted like he was trying to help her walk.

"She thinks you two are dating you know, I just humor her mon amour." It was only then would Blizzard probably realized who this 'blond' was, it was none other than the Dark One himself who in fact kind of resembled someone Blizzard met in the chateau, a certain Rich Boy that had martial problems. The resemblance was uncanny after he dyed his hair and styled it properly. More importantly, what did he do with that kid?

Silver would have to hold back from snapping at Clara's fingers as she played around with the fur on the hybrid's face. With the fur on their chin sticking out, Silver suddenly was feeling rather self-conscious about their appearance, and wound up raising one clawed hand to smooth their fur again. "My fur isn't long enough for that. That was incredibly uncomfortable, just so you know. My fur doesn't go that way," the hybrid would snarl out. After being asked to leave, however, Silver would let out a growl. "Good to know that your family's status in Sinnoh means nothing here-" Silver would start to speak before suddenly being tossed Darts's belt. Thankfully they didn't drop it, which was a surprise to Silver considering they couldn't actually see it being thrown, and only realized it was coming towards them based on sound alone. They would stifle another snarl at Darts's hybrid comment, trying to keep in mind that he didn't actually mean it that way.

In any case, Silver would follow behind Darts and Clara, trying not to get left behind. They would listen closely to the shuffling of the pair's feet in an attempt to judge the distance between them. The hybrid desperately wished they could let out one of their Pokemon to lead them, not entirely comfortable walking around in this sort of environment.

Clara would let humph as darts swept her away, his status her nor there would help her enjoying his company. The damn demon and what not. Spite her better judgment Clara played along, ensure the smell of her hair would lead Silver along their path. "And what if in Fact you are pulled aside A second time. I-I don't think these men are idiots... Well I hope not." Clara said looking back at their same bouncer. However she did feel something awful when Darts spoke of her as his escort. The term seemed befuddling and condescending but if he gets her in, she'll forgive him of that at least.

Lucky for her she wore contacts that day otherwise likely they would be thrown askew by darts parading of the Silver hair'd scientist.

Probably would of been an easier trip if she simply lied and said she was the previous owner of snag a cup. Whatever. In all her inquiries and pondering she had noticed she hadn't thanks darts for attempting to get them in, "Thank you for at least helping us." The mild detest wouldn't be well hidden in her voice, despite her rather convincing acting just before.

Isaac landed first on the roof of the Battle whatever this place was called, and immediately set about looking around for any kind of a means that would allow him entrance into the building. "I'm gonna rule out the air vents," Isaac muttered to himself, dismissing the metal duct work from his list of options. "One time climbing through those was enough." Various windows dotted the antique rooftop, but none of the inhabitants had been thoughtful enough to leave any open for potential intruders. Fortunately, after a few moments of searching, he eventually found an antique metal fire escape, leading to a disused door, covered in rust. "Well," Isaac continued to mutter to himself, "I think this is going to be as good an option as I've got." Making sure that he had Noivern recalled, and his Pokeball stashed away, Isaac made his way over to the long forgotten door, turned the rusted handle, and attempted to enter the castle.

Luckily for Blizzard, he wouldn't have to worry about his cover being blown at the moment. Another attendant would step in for the one dealing with Clara, adjusting his glasses as he checked the guestbook before him. Blizzard being so... different from the usual fare, having to ask for a name wasn't entirely necessary. His clout was also a strong factor.

"Ah..... yes, Duke Blizzard, correct? You may enter," he finally said, a hand motion to let him go on inside. "As may you. I would recognize our royal guardsmen anywhere." It would seem that Sub would pass for that Rich Boy well enough, though perhaps it was best not to ask about the fate of the real kid. The attendant would thankfully miss what Aria said, and the three would be allowed in without much trouble.

Terashi and Keiko would be the next ones to allowed inside, their less-than-legal way of becoming Kalosian nobility working in their favor.









Seeing the next group coming with the earlier attendant, he'd start with Kaya. He'd ask for proof of the invitation and, whenever he received it, would check for his name. It'd take some time before he did. "Baron... Kaya? The pleasure is ours. Please, enter." He'd do as before, motioning for him to come in... just in time for the other attendant to start whispering to him.

"The rest of you, I have some questions. First of all, who are you?" He asked, looking at Trish. "Second, who are you." A tone of distaste came over his voice, now turning to Darts. "Under... King? We've heard nothing of the sort."

"Psst..." Both attendants would start discussing in hushed whispers.

"There isn't anything like that here!"

"But he says he's a king..."

"He can't be our king."

"But it says 'Under King'... maybe it's some underground thing here. Do you want him to have our heads if he really is a king?"

This would go on for a while before both of them finally turned to face the rest. "My apologies," one of them spoke up. "All of you may enter. We... would be honored to have your presence, mister...?" They weren't sure just what to call Darts, and Under King didn't sound like a name on its own... still, the rest were able to go in, the attendants not wanting to risk wronging a king.





Connor would find that maybe he really could give a reason to be called the King of Pain. The butler that was on his way inside would end up finding that his own madness was easily conquered, crumpling to the ground as he was knocked out. He'd be able to join Leslie at the servant's entrance now.

Speaking of Leslie, she'd be led inside, revealing trays of various foods and drinks. Aged wines and champagne here, caviar and snails there... it was all the sort of food no one but the disgustingly rich would willingly eat. "For now, take a tray and go around. Keep our guests refreshed."

The same task, for now, would be given to Connor once he entered.


Amaranth would end up staying behind on the ground at first, until she noticed a maid that was running quite late for the festivities, uniform folded up in her arms as she hurried for the servant's entrance. She'd quietly follow to try and find a way to steal her uniform, freezing when the maid suddenly turned around.

"M-May I help you?"

"Sorry!"

In a panic, Amaranth would end up punching the maid right in the face. Though it didn't knock her out, she was stunned beyond belief and didn't know what had just happened. It gave her enough time to quietly slink off behind a bush, switching into the outfit and making her way through the servant's entrance to assist the two that had already gone in there.





"Oh, sure. Here," Cera wouldn't have too much trouble lifting Dan into the air, ascending alongside him to the roof and gently setting him onto the battlefield below. The entire rooftop looked to be dedicated to the spacious arena, with the ever-common Pokeball symbol along the center. A door on the western side of the field would lead to several flights of stairs that'd lead into the inside of the chateau, and it would be found to be unlocked once inspected. Tight as security was, there was always bound to be some gap within it. And maybe a little tetanus.

Reluctantly, Cera decided to stay at a corner of the rooftop. For now.

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How about we set the mood, hm?

As each one was allowed inside or otherwise found their way in, they would find that the people that had been outside was only the tip of the iceberg. The Kalosian nobility was huge between those born into it and those that forged their way into it by battling, and no place was this more apparent than the Battle Chateau. Especially during an event such as this. As Blizzard was the first one to be inside, he'd have a chance to do a little mingling beforehand.

The rest, however, would see just how many lengths that was reached in hosting this party. Nobility, of course, mingled as usual. Butlers and maids were walking all around with trays of food and drink, if they weren't simply asking if anyone needed their services. Pokemon could be seen as well, mostly with the nobility and given a chance to enjoy the festivities too. A couple tables were around as well, with a few hors d'oeuvres and punch should there be someone that wasn't fond of alcohol.

Kaya nodded in acquiescence to the door attendant when asked for his invitation, holding up his SNAG to show the digital invitation he'd received. It even had the official seal of whoever ran this place. He assumed it was Lysandre, as he was the current prime minister, last he had heard. When he was approved to enter, he stopped for a moment to see how Trish got it.

"My name is Trishella Sparx, daughter of Marquis Étienne Ferdinand Sparx and Maryvonne Jocelyn Sparx. My father is CEO of Luminescents Gaz Naturel in Lumiose City. I haven't been here since I was a child but I believe I was told then that I was a Baroness. I should hope my nobility hasn't been forgotten." Trish introduced herself when introduced, though it made no difference soon enough. Darts had, apparently, managed to get them all in with his title in Orre. These lot were rather stupid, weren't they?