#xbadania

xbadania

Anyone who was anyone was here, a get together with a twist, nobody knew who they were talking to.That was, if everyone followed the rules and altered their appearance, but being that as it were, he knew more than anyone that rules were meant to be broken. How odd was it that he might be the only one following them? Giovanni was dressed up as Victorian as he could, an embroidered mask on his face to match the white and gold outfit, two colors he rarely, if ever, wore. The goal was to look like someone else, and Giovanni did. He even refused to slick his hair back in his usual fashion, letting his bangs curve above his brow and flow off to the side, the only feature Giovanni had that would give him away was his silver eyes, but there was no changing that.

Those silver eyes searched the room, looking for someone he could recognize, someone he knew, and he couldn't be happier at who he found. The white hair turning grey at the roots was a dead give away. But despite knowing who the man was, he had his identity to keep.

He walked up to the "stranger" and hooked his right arm in front of him, hooking his left arm behind him and bowing. With his almost perfect false Kalosian accent, he spoke.

// oh that’s good! If she’s been pecked out, that’s when you should worry about the rest of your hens. Mine would do it while they were alive. I’m sorry to hear that she died tho. I hope it was quick and painless.

//I remember my chickens would eat each other. And I then I found one of our goats dead and tangled up in the fence with her stomach pecked apart. It was a gruesome sight.

It was the same as every morning, washed and dressed in a pressed suit, getting his cup of coffee before he walked to the Rocket Headquarters. Normally he didn't talk to anyone until he got to his office, but after his order was placed and his cup of coffee given to him, he turned to see a familiar face.

There, nose deep in a couple pages of papers, was the famous Professor Oak. Giovanni smirked at he chance fate has granted him, taking a sip of his coffee and walking over, standing in front of the table.