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What can possibly be said about Ignatius Montague that hasn’t been stated already?

Katya remembers him from years ago, when they were both grunts in that organization.  Back then, Iggy was talented, albeit... problematic. He got the job done, but the way he performed in other functions left much to be desired. She’d known him intimately and regretted it all, from his dismal attitude to the stench. In the end, he’d turned tail and run like the coward he was upon realizing what the group was planning, while Katya had left to further her options when it came to alliances. Excess baggage in Team Evolution would’ve done her no good.

But that was all in the the past. And it comes back as quickly as it left, when she’s in the Battle Bar on a slow night. It starts with the stench, and his familiar silhouette follows.

As much as Katya’s tempted to connect her fist with his jaw or introduce him to Calypso’s toxins, she has a business to run and an image to maintain. Professionalism comes first, no matter her emotions.

smh... how could i....

anyways, yes yes, the idol’s reserve paired with the faceclaim of sayaka maizono from dangan ranpa has been extended till 1/18!

Sound the trumpets, everyone’s favorite grumpy champion has arrived! Look alive, champ! 

Welcome Champion Ignatius! Everyone, please follow our latest member! 

@defaultant: n-nani???

@defaultant​ requested for a starter!!

♔ | Lady of the ROSE ; Calling the Champion to her room was not an unfamiliar thing to the Elite, it having been the way they had very first met after all. She recalled the bundle of nerves that was the newly appointed Champion at the time-- being called by one of the Elite and now, colleague soon after being given the position must have been rather unnerving after all. All of that has passed however, the offer now simply a sign that they would be discussing the subject of battles or that she would be performing a brief checkup on his Pokemon. Both of which signified an enjoyable time to the two, no longer something for Ignatius to worry about.

The door swinging open, and the collision of her head with said door. Both to which were the source of the subsequent string of noises that ensued: hinges that groaned only slightly, a painful thud and its accompanied exclamation of pain. He who had caused all of this would find himself standing before Jacqueline gingerly rubbing her forehead, along with a wounded look directed towards him. 

     Some days were longer than others; didn’t matter all that much to her, since challengers were all she would typically be concerned with. There were quite a few of them throughout the day, and although a few of them had certainly proved their strength, they were ultimately no match for the Elites put before them. By the end of it all her Pokemon were well worked, but in no way exhausted from the challengers’ attempts to blaze through the Elite Four. Liv herself felt particularly refreshed, thrilled (although she didn’t show it) to have been able to battle against some pretty tough trainers. As was usually the case, a handful of them she didn’t get the chance to see at all. So it goes.

     Getting close to the end of the day, she decided against waiting around to see if there were any last-minute challengers, but she figured it would be good to end the day’s string of battles on a high note for herself. Though, it wasn’t as though she had much to prove to anybody - if anything, it left her team motivated and eager for the next day. Ultimately she retired from her chamber, heading toward the League’s kitchen to figure out dinner plans for herself.

     Resting aside on one of the counter tops was a tablet, one of many that they would often use to check on the status of challengers, among other things. The system also served as an answering service for any important calls they might receive, and as Liv picked up the device, she noticed a blinking notification in the top corner of the screen. She thought that perhaps their secretary had been on break, as there was an unread message that’d been left for them - from the police force in Norite City, she mentally noted. Liv tapped the screen to play the message, and the image of an officer flickered onto the screen.

     “The city is under attack! We don’t know where they came from, but there’s a hoard of Charizard terrorizing citizens and burning buildings! They’re proving difficult to control - please, Mr. Montague and company, we need your help.”

     A map then appeared on the screen, with their destination highlighted by a blinking bullet point. The map remained on the screen at her disposal, and for a brief moment she wondered if the champion had caught wind of this situation at all . . . no, actually, odds are he’s passed out in his chambers.

     Giving a sigh, the young woman brought the tablet along with her as she headed directly for Iggy’s room. She could smell the ash of his favorite brand of cigarette as she walked along the long hall to the champion’s room. There was a brief flicker of thought that perhaps he’d actually be conscious and aware, but her hopes were pretty quickly stomped out. Liv breathed a sigh, easily disregarding his privacy to pull him from his slumber with a good shove to his shoulder.

The smell of cigarette smoke and cheap cologne wafts through the halls of the Pokémon League, and it can only mean one thing: the Champion’s at it again.

Cora wouldn’t care about what he did normally, except it was the middle of the night. Some people have to sleep, after all. She got up from her bed and groaned, sending Astra out of her Poké Ball in case she needed to get her superior to sleep herself.

The Gardevoir didn’t seem all too happy about being woken up early as well. All the more reason to give the Champion an earful, Cora supposes, and she’s soon storming down the hall. Magenta hair in disarray, no makeup, and bags under the eyes --- this is not the time to give her trouble.

Upon reaching Ignatius’ door, Cora finds it’s locked. Undeterred, she frowns and gives it a few good raps with her knuckles. Still, it doesn’t seem to be enough. Time for Plan B.