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Soul let his eyes scan the event, and wondered what that small group of Pokemon were gathering around. His thoughts went to his partner for a minute, but he shook off that idea. It was more probable that the little ice type was skulking the dark outer reaches of the room. Soul closed his eyes and gave a small bow of his head to the girl, "Hello Amelia. I am Soul, of The Instigators. My partner is some where around here." He did not bother sniffing the air to try and locate his partner, there was no reason. He was around, and little Amelia did not have to be startled by Skimble's appearance. Soul gave a quick yawn, and returned his attention to the company at hand, "I do not mean to come off as rude, but I'd really like to know what you are and where you are from. I heard a new region had been found, but I've never seen a type like you before."

Skimble slouched and hunched as a small cloud of Pokemon gathered around. Skimble did not like so much attention, but kept Harumi as a center of focus. Nothing else mattered, not after such a strange reply. "Strange, strange that. I shall say no more so as not to further offend. However, I sense this young one has an entourage. And I sense that he is right over there." Skimble's claw eerily rose and loosely pointed over to Victor, without even looking. Skimble's eyes had yet to leave Harumi's. Skimble did not like Harumi's reply, it was ignorant. Skimble knew that as a royal heir priorities were on the pokemon, not one's self. It was ignorant to go without protection, not weakness. Any moment one could be caught off guard. "But he's over there. And not over here." Skimble's eyes narrowed slightly, and claws twitched, considering running one right across that little royal rogue's ear, snipping off the top. Skimble understood that would ruin any chance of getting into this royal family, unless cutting and pasting the princess' ears, tail, and neck ruffle was enough to fool the royal races.

Rivia turned back around to look at her Jolteon companion with a somewhat contented nod of agreement. Yes, she had been looking at the not-shadow, the Sneasel as the Electric Type had called it. She turned her head back toward the Eevee pair on the other side of the group and blinked in some surprise. This was interesting, these Eevee certainly weren't normal by any definition of the word. Maybe that was why the not-shadow had come over to them? The Ground Type looked up at the brighter colored Eevee when she greeted them, and smile came to the young one's face as she waved a paw in greeting. Rivia turned her gaze back to the darker Eevee and the not-shadow, who seemed to be fighting about something; neither one seemed to care about the rest of them here, that was certain, although the darker Eevee did comment to the brighter one a bit. A shiver ran down the small Sandshrew's spine as she stared up at the eyes of the not-shadow. The Sneasel was giving the dark Eevee an equally dark look, like it was planning to do something not very nice. Rivia was not an easily stirred child, but this object of fascination quickly became an object of uncertainty and fear when she saw that look in his eyes. If the girl could have talked she would have said something to the dark Eevee, but, as that was not an option for the youngling, she simply let out a soft sound something like a whimper and backed up until she was pressed against her Jolteon friend's side where she promptly buried her face in his fur. He was nice, he'd protect her from the scary shadow, wouldn't he? She'd never seen anyone glare like that before, really she hadn't ever seen someone glare at all, and it frightened her.

Celus returned the Scyther's bow of the head, somewhat surprised by the Bug Type's formality. "Pleased to meet you as well Victor, or would you prefer Mister Lynch?" The Ivysaur asked politely, "As for me, just Celus is fine. I'm not used to fancy titles." The Ivysaur smiled slightly, although it was somewhat rueful as well. Back where he came from he had been in a position of power, at least, as much a position of power as existed in that place. Even there though no one referred to him with such formality, and while the respect was nice he felt a little uncomfortable with it: he wasn't above anyone here, just another member of the Guilds like all the rest. "Ah well, we do all have our young miscreants of the group," Celus commented agreeably, his eyes trailing to where Faran appeared to be pestering Riley about something or another. Really the boy never did learn. And little Rivia too was always wandering off to poke her nose into things that she shouldn't, Sereni was looking after her now but he wouldn't be surprised if a very distressed looking Lanturn was seen at some point throughout the party. The thought caused him to chuckle slightly, "Kids can be quite the handful sometimes," he added as an afterthought. But then again, he thought with a smile, sometimes adults were just as bad.

Irilyss blinked with some surprise as the Larvitar questioned her idle entertainment. This was new, she didn't often receive questions about her peculiarities. She regarded the other Pokemon with some interest as his attention strayed, and took note of his odd action as well; it would seem that they shared something in common in that respect. Despite her notice of it, the expression on the Gardevoir's face did not change, as if she'd missed the action completely. She entertained a thought for a moment before acting on it. "Would you be interested in trading questions?" she asked him, nodding to the scar that she had previously glossed over, "Or would you prefer to keep your secrets?" She allowed the question to linger for just a moment before continuing regardless of receiving an answer or not. "The hearts intrigued me; Valentine's Day itself sparks my curiosity. I've never celebrated such a holiday before you see, to celebrate a feeling rather than an event. There are usually reasons for holidays, someone did something at some time in the past and we've found it worth remembering-worth celebrating even, but with this holiday it's different. It would be the same as saying I feel happy today and so I declare this day a celebration of happiness to be held on this day. What's the reasoning behind it?" Her question trailed off as she looked back over at the hearts on the wall with idle curiosity. It seemed just an excuse for celebration to Irilyss which, while it was all well and good to celebrate, was an odd thing to consider nonetheless.

Rivia shivered a bit although she quieted when the Jolteon spoke to her and gave her a gentle pat on the back. It felt nice to have someone to look after her, someone who would keep the scary outside world away. That was what she'd had all her life so she wasn't particularly used to anything else, she was young enough that it wasn't quite time to stop shielding her but old enough that she was bursting with curiosity and able to act on it. That was how she always ended up away from her guardians, because she wanted to know everything but would often find out that the knowledge of everything wasn't always something that she wanted to know. For now she was content to let the older and more experienced adults watch out for her as the Jolteon and now this light Eevee were doing for her. Rivia peered up at the violet Normal Type with wide and uncertain eyes, only to be soothed somewhat by the kindness in the older girl's eyes: she was nice too, the Sandshrew could sense it. The youngling looked up at her Electric Type companion, who was watching her as well and she made a soft cooing sound, muffled and timid, as though to ask if it was really going to be okay. Cautiously, she crawled forward a bit to peek over at the bright Eevee, still clutching at the Jolteon's fur with one paw since she didn't know entirely what to think of the Normal Type just yet. As she heard the girl's last comment she nodded slowly with a shy smile, as though she knew what the Eevee was saying; whether she actually did or not was almost impossible to tell.

Celus allowed his gaze to follow Victor's and blinked in surprise at the sight of the Umbreon and Mismagius. "Well well, it looks like some of us are getting into the spirit of the holiday after all," he remarked lightly. For it being a Valentine's Day party, there wasn't a good deal of romance taking place, and it couldn't just be the Shinx that scared everyone away. No, the more likely cause was that the true romantics were spending this night alone without the presence of a crowd to draw them away from each other. "So what Team are you from, might I ask?" the Ivysaur inquired, quick to add his own information afterward to avoid being impolite. "I'm from Team MistMelody." The Scyther seemed very proper after all, and Celus didn't want to offend him. It was always better to play on the safe side when it came to formal types, some of them didn't mind but others would get offended if you didn't follow their way of speaking. "We're a fairly large Team I'd say," he added, "Our Team Leaders have been around for awhile you see, and the members just keep increasing."

Irilyss listened to the Larvitar's remark with some interest, but simply shrugged when he concluded. "Perhaps that is the case," she conceded, "Though it would be a sorry world if that were all anyone cared about. I suppose nothing is ideal though..." She trailed off and looked about the room at those present though she didn't particularly care to really process who was where. Were they all simply celebrating lust and nothing else? How ironic. Supposedly lust was an unforgivable sin in the world of the religiously devout, yet they allowed celebrations of this holiday to occur. She turned back to the Larvitar and her skirts fluttered about her as she did so. "My question then I think." The words weren't phrased as a question intentionally, so that she would be playing fair. The other question had been simply rhetorical and she hadn't gotten a definitive answer, so she didn't consider it having counted. "You have something there on your forehead," she commented lightly, too tactful to refer to it as a scar. "It seems to be bothering you quite a bit." She gave the Larvitar a sidelong look before continuing, "How did you come across such a brand?"

Alex's eyes widened at the question, but he nevertheless nodded and began to speak. He HAD agreed to trade questions, and he'd been taught to never go back on his word... "Well, it's a keepsake of sorts, as odd as that may seem..." Alex started, clearing his throat a bit. "My master, you see, was a large, white Nidoking named Vincent. He lived on a mountain where he trained, fought, and generally enjoyed life. One day, while walking around, contemplating on how best to throw a boulder, he found a lone egg. My egg. He took that egg to the hot springs at the base of the mountain and incubated it in the waters, causing me to hatch." He paused for a bit, touching the scar lightly before continuing. "From that day on, he raised and trained me, teaching me about life, how to fight, and how to be what he called "A True Man". He always used to tell me stories about rescue teams, and about the adventures they had. This went on right up until m 21st birthday, when he left me a message to meet him at the peak of the mountain. I made my way there, curious and eager as to what he wanted to do there. Once I arrived, he greeted me, and told me to fight him. I refused. He asked me twelve more times, each time with me refusing. What he did next still confuses me to this day. He walked away, me thinking he left in disappointment. How wrong I was. He called my name, and I turned to see a boulder several times me size flying at me! I couldn't move in time, and was struck in the forehead, and off the side of the mountain! The last words I remember hearing were simple, but weighed much more than the implement: Come back when your stronger. I'm not sure exactly how I survived the fall, nor am I sure when I awoke, all I truly remember was a rescue team member telling me that someone put a job on the board here to rescue me, and that I was being taken back to the guild for medical treatment. After getting here, I decided to join, and voila: Here I am." He finished, looking to Irilyss for a response.

Hiro laughed a little bit at her flipping out. "It's no problem at all," he told Beatrice ",I'm Hiro by the way." He looked slightly confused now thinking about how coffee was backwash ridden. "If you use water from the sink and ground coffee, how is it backwash? It's not like people spit in my coffee." he asked of her, thinking of anyone who would do that. Lunar maybe, but he had only just met the guy. He wasn't that kind of jerk. Yes he was.

Lunar yawned and returned to his room. His partner would collect any prizes the party goers would get. Besides everyone here was mingling and flirting, two things he refrained from ever doing. Or thinking about doing.