[ORP] Deck the Halls [Trainers]

[Suudonym]

(Emil)

Habitually, she gestured one hand in a short arc, lowering her extended fingertips from her chin. For shorter responses like that, it was hard to remember to type it out letter by letter when the sentiment was so easily expressed in one motion. Somehow the letters just felt less sincere and more forgettable.

Corinne watched the small menagerie settle into their respective places. She knelt down, carefully tucking the fabric of her dress into the bend of her knees, and extended a hand to the Espeon that stood at her feet. This, she considered in brief passing, was one such instance where it would be to her advantage to be capable of vocalization. It was inconvenient only being able to engage either the pokemon or the trainer at one time. She was patient enough, though, and since Lady wasn't reacting adversely to the boy, she assumed he probably wouldn't be too put off if she dedicated a bit of time to acquainting herself with the sweet-looking psychic-type.  

[TawnyAngel]

Tymiko

[Tymiko]

"Eh?" Dith turned around as he heard the familiar voice, scanned for a moment and then spotted his young friend. "Ahh, Tymiko!" he beamed and nodded. "Hello there, glad you made it! You're looking very nice tonight! And you too Fathom, of course."

Up on Dith's shoulder Viktor chirped a greeting and bowed his head slightly. He certainly hoped so; all of them could do with a chance to just relax.  

[Tori Honoo]

(Yuri)

Elegantly bending, Dove reached down and tapped the small white heart on Lovey's forehead. "Are you going to come inside and be a lady, or are you just going to stay out here and run around in circles like a silly person?"

With a high pitched yap, Lovey nodded and looked back toward Repede, motioning toward the door with her little head before all but hopping forward toward the doors.

Hesitating only a moment (as she was used to having a date take the lead at such formal events), Dove followed off after her pokemon, hoping Yuri would follow. "Sooo.... know anybody else here?"  

[BlackPidgeot]

(Dove)

Yuri was definitely not use to such events, which was probably a bit obvious as he eventually started to follow Dove inside with his arms folded behind his head casually.

"Well it's a trainer event, right? I knew a few trainers, soooo... maybe."

As they came to the door, a guard stationed there gave Yuri a meaningful look and just opened his mouth when the raven haired tossed his sword at him.

"Hold onto that for me, would ya?"

The guard blinked in surprise as he caught the weapon, while Yuri sauntered past with Repede trotting along behind.  

[Tymiko]

[Dith, Viktor]

The girl tossed her pokeball out in front of her on her way through the crowd, catching it again as it bounced back at her once it had released its occupant. The dark-faced Vaporeon shook himself from nose to tail, as if having woken from a nap. He had just enough time to crouch in alarm after witnessing his trainer hurrying his way, startled at her abrupt approach within the new environment. Why did she have to be so annoyingly spontaneous? She could have at least warned him!

Tymiko leapt over him with perhaps less grace than a girl in a dress ought to have had, but at least she cleared her living hurdle without any trouble. Upon raising his head once more, Fathom turned to glance in the direction toward which she was running. The mountain of a man with his spotted golden Espeon were nearly impossible to miss. Presumably they were the reason that he had been called out; to say hello.

Fathom got to his paws and half-heartedly trotted after Tymiko at half her speed. He didn't want to lose sight of her, but he wasn't in any mood to run around, either. At least it was fairly warm indoors with all these bodies close by.

The girl attempted to embrace Dith with a sort of tackle-hug, hoping he wouldn't mind. She hoped he wouldn't take offense to her giving him the title of 'uncle', either, though that was what she had once been told to call her elders, regardless of whether they were related to her or not. Something to do with respect. Still, he hadn't said anything yet, so hopefully it was fine. She didn't know why it hadn't occurred to her before.

"Thank you," she told the Russian man, looking down at her shoes bashfully and beaming. "I'm starting to wish I wore something different, though; it's so cold for dresses. And look at you! I like the gray and pink." A glimmer of metal at his wrist caught her eye. "Wait, are those...is that the triforce?" The young trainer shifted and tilted her head slightly to get a better view of Dith's cufflinks. She wasn't all too certain what cufflinks were or what their purpose was, but the triad of triangles was unmistakable.

Fathom called out cheerfully in response to Dith's friendly salutation before turning his attention to his Espeon. he reciprocated with a dip of his own head. He glanced with some concern at the pokeball strapped to a ribbon around one of Ty's wrists.

He flicked his tail in amusement. For some reason it seemed almost wrong to ask for Luna by name. Just the thought of it embarrassed him, though he hoped she was at least a little warmer towards the young one in her company.  

[BlackPidgeot]

(Corrine)

Emil tilted his head again at the gesture that Corrine made. He blinked, puzzled, but didn't at all seem to mind that she was paying his Pokemon more attention. In fact, the boy seemed happy that she was giving Byakko some attention.

When Corrine extended her hand, Byakko's ears twitched and she tilted her nose up slightly as she sniffed the air. The white Espeon then put her forehead against the girl's hand.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

Izaya had received all the notifications and e-mails that had been sent his way. This included both the Rocket and League party invites; the former of which had added warnings attached, and with good reason. Nevertheless, Orihara has chosen to accept and attend the latter.

With as much time as he had been spending on his own as of late, he doubted anyone would miss him or even notice that he was absent. Jerome must have already been used to how frequently he spent time out of their room. And although he assured Faleen that he would work at training his dark pokemon, the fact that the largest of the training rooms was to be used for the party gave him an excuse to avoid that area altogether. Besides, the info broker didn't really feel in the mood for partying.

So why was he at this Sandalwood center's shindig? Regardless of how it might have appeared, he had not come here looking to start trouble, nor had he arrived with the intention of acting against strongly advised Rocket warnings. Izaya was legitimately worried. Though this might have seemed like all the more reason to stay on base, he didn't like the idea of not knowing what their potential enemies were up to.

He had grown increasingly uneasy ever since the arrival of the League to Kodo and no action that Team Rocket had taken had done anything to put his mind at rest. He felt insecure and he didn't like it one bit; particularly because that was precisely the reason he had joined the organization in the first place - to feel secure.

If only the whispers at the top of the ladder carried to the lower rungs, he thought quietly, recalling a saying from somewhere. Quietly surveying the crowd, the disguised grunt had on a formal white suit with a simple black tie in order to contrast with his usual garments of predominant black.

In addition to this, he had chosen to wear his reading glasses to promote nonrecognition, but this naturally made him more short-sighted than usual. Looking far off strained his eyes and was starting to give him something of a migraine much to his annoyance. It was people who were farthest away he usually preferred to observe as it decreased the risk of them catching him staring.

Ah, well... He swirled his glass lightly in his hand as he took a sip, studying a few familiar faces and making mental notes of others. It's better than nothing, I suppose. At least he wasn't constantly worrying that the police would bust into the base and arrest everyone in it. He felt safer somehow hiding in plain sight.

The fact that the other Rockets were discouraged from showing up, he felt, made it that much less likely he would be recognized as a criminal - either by a fellow Rocket or by association with one. It was a risk, naturally, but Orihara felt that the greater risk was staying on base like a part of some huge corral of cattle ready for slaughter.  

[BlackPidgeot]

Over at the refreshments table, there's a bit of an odd sight. A strange Jigglypuff is discreetly meandering around underneath the tables, hidden mostly by the tablecloths. However, he soon decides to climb up said clothes when no one is looking and peers curiously at the punch bowl. Placing stubby arms up on the rim, he pushes himself up and promptly slips, tumbling into the large bowl with a gentle splash. The Pokemon disappearing into the murky, fruity recesses of the punch.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

[Moonpuff, Everyone]

Finding his shallow glass empty, Orihara was about to return to a refreshments table when something caught his eye. He frowned and his eyes narrowed at the scene involving a round, gray pokemon. As he watched, it appeared to scale the cloth covering the table before staring down into the punch bowl.

A strangely skeletal face on a rotund figure, Izaya wondered what, exactly, this thing was and where it had come from. He hadn't seen anything so repulsively, frighteningly ugly since Jerome's hideous feraligator had shown up and nearly drooled on him.

Much to his chagrin, the thing heaved itself up onto the edge of the bowl and seemed, for a moment, in danger of upending it. Instead, though, it ended up falling in. The info broker made a face. Delicately, he strolled over and used the punch ladle to find the pokemon, moving it to the edge so he could fish it out with his forefinger and thumb. He held it up with obvious distaste, holding out the punch-dripping creature by one pointed ear as if it were a used diaper.

"Pardon me," he spoke with a volume just loud enough to be heard over the music; at least to any guests close enough. "Did anyone happen to lose a...pokemon?"  

[BlackPidgeot]

[Izaya]

There are some bubbles forming at the surface of the punch when Izaya makes his way over. Which wouldn't make it too hard to find the dunked Pokemon. When Izaya fishes him out though, there are slices of lemon from the punch, covering the Jigglypuff's cavernous eyes.

"Puuuuufff" the creature bellows in an unnatural bass tone. He wiggles a little since its a bit uncomfortable to be dangling by one's ear.  

[Tori Honoo]

[Yuri, Izaya, Moonpuff]

Once inside the ballroom, Dove stopped to soak in her surroundings. There were so many people! She smiled to herself, glad to be back in such a social gathering; she hadn't been to a party in so long! Maybe she could make some new connections...

"Ah, well. You're definitely bound to know more people than I... will..." she said to Yuri, words trailing to a halt as she noticed the young man and dripping pokemon behind the punch bowl. That voice...  

[BlackPidgeot]

[Dove, Izaya]

Yuri stopped as well to look around, but as Dove's words trailed off, he glanced back at her. Then followed the girl's gaze towards a familiar guy holding... a very strange creature.

"That's... an ugly Pokemon."  

[Tori Honoo]

[Yuri, Izaya, Moonpuff]

"What... IS that? A...jigglypuff...?" she gasped, actually looking it over. Her previous spike of uneasy feeling subsided as she looked it over. "I wonder if it's his..."

She looked again at the trainer holding the pokemon... Surely it wasn't his. If it was, he certainly wasn't treating it right. The poor thing looked terrible!

"Hey, Yuri... do you know that guy? He looks...familiar..."  

[BlackPidgeot]

[Dove, Izaya]

"I dunno," Yuri said with a shrug. He wasn't exactly familiar with Jigglypuff either. "Looks more like a mutated moon to me." And considering that the guy was asking if it belonged to anyone, he seriously doubted it was Izaya's.

"Yeah, actually, I kinda do. Met him once in Camphoreon."  

[Tori Honoo]

[Yuri, Izaya]

"Huh..."

She narrowed her eyes a little, stepping a few paces closer to the refreshment table, careful to keep her dress carefully around her ankles. "Do you remember his name, by any chance...?"