#overthrowingspacetime

@overthrowingspacetime.

the sound of custom-made boots pattering filled the futuristic-styled corridor as the grunt was able to keep up a brisk walking pace until she was outside her boss’ office door. a clipboard was tucked under her arm, containing a list of names who were embarking on the mission, along with their boss, who had decided he was going to become a part of it personally. it appeared he wanted to make sure the job was done correctly; finding &. obtaining both the lustrous orb &. adamant orb. quite the task.

overthrowingspacetime

While Mars loved her job, and she could never come to regret the decision to join Team Galactic, she always dreaded those missions. The boring ones, which required little action on her part. The ones where she'd be stuck in some kind of meeting room, either listening in on some boring lecture, presenting one to some grunts, and sometimes even listening into a deal being made. Whatever the case, whenever Mars received a notice instructing her to attend some sort of lecture or deal, she never looked forward to it. 

Until the most recent deal, that is.

☁ - If they’re caught out in the rain how do they react?

Depends what kind of rain it is. If it's a light, warm rain, it's actually rather pleasant. But if it's a cold downpour, he's miserable XD

♠ - What are they afraid of? 

Lucian giggled nervously as he put his hands up in an apologetic motion. "No no! Sorry, Miss! I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer...Aheheh." And with that, the young female socialite harrumphs her way past him and onto the crowded dance floor. Espeon, seated on Lucian's left shoulder, nuzzles her master's hair with a disapproving purr, leading to a sigh from him. "Yes, I know. You want me to get married one day and this is hardly a good start, but in my defense, I don't think I mix well with these...people." He takes a sip out of his red wine while leaning against a gilded pillar.

The Grand Hotel of Jubilife City. A central destination for anyone wishing to throw a party for the big dogs of Sinnoh. The banquet hall/ballroom hybrid was garishly decorated in the same deep reds and blacks that Lucian donned as battle dress. Couples danced like floating flowers in their full dresses and tailored attire from the latest, greatest fashion labels. Some wore graceful wicked masques representing distorted Pokemon while some made intentional gashes on their clothes to display more skin than appropriate. Anything to appeal to the lowest common denominator, right? Large men in suits that could barely contain them greedily munched on the hor doeuvres brought in by lightly-clad waitresses who had to fight-off the occasional older gentleman with grabby hands. Disgusting. Some of the vain, minor celebrities from Jubilife TV mingled with their adoring fans among the business elite, acting surprised when every once in a while a fan expectantly feigned kowtowing to the faces on the screen. We're all just living in a lie, now, huh?

Music is what makes a ball, however, and the song of choice was grim. The orchestra played a dark, lilting piano concerto supported by harpsichord that seemed to draw its patrons in like a trance. As the tune rose, the dancers rose as well, as if like the dead from their graves. When the percussion hit their crescendos, the dancing dead swung with wild abandon as if this was to be their last night on earth. Espeon shuddered. It's alright, girl. The song intrigues me, too. Haha, hope it's not a sign of something to come!