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Her head inclined lightly looking over at him, but shook her head.
"To be honest, what you usually wear looks fine, the Grand Ile fashion will go over well here."
She reassured him with a slight shrug and a smile. Walking down the hall with him toward the waiting room for the contestants.

Peering in and looking around at the other people there, a few with pokemon out, she couldn't help but smile, looking over to Guy again. "I'll be right back, I better go get ready."
She turned her gaze down to her Vaporeon, gesturing for her to follow.

Nakura, amused as he was by Dith's assumption that pokemon could love and have a relationship, merely nodded in agreement as he walked ahead. He kept his back to Dith so the large man wouldn't see his smirking face. "Yes...the stands. Now...I wonder where we're supposed to get in..."

Celty replied to Viktor, still speaking in soft whirrs and rumbles that were almost lost in the din of the crowd. she excused herself, floating a little further ahead so that she was hanging just above Izaya like some strangely-shaped halo. She remained at a height with which she could politely converse with Viktor, but not be blocking Dith's direct line of vision.

she replied honestly. She frowned slightly, trying to work out her trainer's intentions.

"Hmm?" Nakura turned at Dith's words, glancing over to follow the Russian's gaze. "I wonder too...though it looks like there's a sort of ticket booth over there. The contest must be about to start; the line looks pretty short. We'd better hurry." Walking quickly over to the booth, he pulled out his wallet from the back pocket of his pants and asked for a pair of tickets. It wasn't that he was feeling particularly generous, but he was in a rush and it would be faster for him to pay for them both than to wait for Dith to purchase his separately. Still, it made for good cover.

Chasing Eden was something that Callista had down to a fine art by now - except she wasn't quite used to chasing the overexcited pokemon through such a huge crowd. The pink Eevee was quickly getting ahead of her, even with her frequent pauses to sniff this person or to chirp at that, and the pink-haired grunt was beginning to think she just might not catch up to her. She lost track of all of the different areas they had run by, at this point - though she was sure that she had passed the concession stand at least twice. This was beginning to get ridiculous.

Surely Eden couldn't intend to greet every single person here, right?

"Holy shi-"

"Huh? Oho, I-I sorry offica . . . I-I don' know where sit!" Okay, reeeaally bad idea to start playing complete foreigner, considering her acting skills were mush, but a convincing stutter had her back? "S-Seating too confusing, but this my seat, yes?"

Now to explain the almost unconscious girl on the floor?

Bleary eyes stared downwards. "Oh, goodness!" Yea, think of something quick, Len. "I so, h-how you English speaker say, c-clumsy-! I hit miss accident, yes." Here, her knees cracked from bending down. Arceus, she wasn't going to ruin this over a folly. "Miss, you alright-?"

The time was getting closer to when the actual contest would start, and Rosie was starting to actually feel nervous.
The young trainer was ready to go, for once she was actually not wearing pink, but a deep blue dress that somewhat resembled the gleaming blue of her Vaporeon.
Her hair was done, bangs clipped back to keep them from her eyes.

Rubbing her hands together as she sat down on one of the seats in the waiting room, Vany'n sitting in front of her, leaning forward to nudge her wrist with her nose.

"Lots of people out there. lots of beautiful pokemon here." Rosie told the Vaporeon, reaching out to pet her.

"Yes, offica, I come, yes."

"Son of a b***h."

Smooth move, you damned laxative. Len lowered her head, covering a sheer look of annoyance and dare she shiver, fright. The very idea of her ruining this mission scared the shits out of her. Over and over again, her thoughts were the simple routine mantra of, "Son of a b***h." Thought betrayed her, disallowing ideas for escape. Man, it felt like school scoldings all over again . . .

All the while, Heph was snorting at food. They were going to concession stands, yep?

Nodding and thanking the woman, Izaya snatched the tickets from the bidoof before handing one to Dith. He'd just remembered something.

"Oh - you know what? I think I may have written her contestant and pokemon name down somewhere. Here, please go on ahead. I'm going to go see if I can fetch it." He smiled as he darted forward, Celty trailing in confusion after him. "See you inside!"

He had left his Rocket 'dex in his parka pocket.

Izaya hoped to Arceus that no one had yet touched or discovered the discarded parka hanging on the tree limb just outside the stadium.

Smoothing hands over the structure of Vany'n's face, fixing the feather on her fin, and talking in undertones to the Vaporeon as she tried to distract herself from her nerves, something else helped to distract her when someone yelled out a name that she knew, a voice that she knew she had heard before.

Blue eyes blinked quickly a few times, as she sat up, looking around before they went wide, lips parting in surprise to see a familiar little Zorua, heading back toward... It was that boy she had mistaken for Luke! he was here? and clearly entering the contest.

She felt her cheeks start to flush with embarrassment, "Oh, Vany'n look, its that boy."
She tried to look around for Guy, but he wasn't in her immediate eye shot at the moment.
Well, she had to apologize to him, maybe learn who he really was.

Vany'n frowned softly, golden eyes having also spotted the boy, keeping close to Rosie as the girl rose to her feet, and quickly made her way over to him.

"Um, Hello again." She said, with something of an embarrassed hesitance. "I'm not sure if you remember me, but I mistook you for one of my friends a while back..." She gave him a sheepish smile, fidgeting with the folds of her dress.