Amor was running a few minutes late, well late for him. He was still marginally on time, but he would have preferred to be the first to arrive. Walter however had increased his security detail thanks to that wonderful HNN article about him, and he wondered if he could just sue the League for blatant defamation since they hadn't told the entire story? That was a problem for later, it wasn't the time to rock the boat any further, but he realized that in his kindness of not leaking that footage to anyone, they had spat in his face. So he had already placed his pieces on the proverbial chess board to strike them back.

How that would happen was known only to him, but for the moment he was going to enjoy a nice dinner with his friend Elinor Anderson. At least he hoped they were still friends. Considering she agreed to come have dinner with him he assumed so. However what he hadn't anticipated was what she wore, an elegant black dress that accentuated her eyes, and skin tone. As he approached the table he paused for a moment to drink in the sight. Looking back at Walter he whispered.

"Is she dressed up? I don't think I've ever seen this before...." Confusion was on his features for a moment before his butler spoke up.

"Perhaps she did this to soften the blow of your gracious charity being rejected?" It was an interesting assumption, but he wouldn't linger on it for to long before he approached.

Amor was dressed in one of his finest Kalosian suits. It had been tailored, and fit specifically to him, a strange crest was embroidered above his right breast, and the cufflinks were rubies in the shape of roses, with gold trim around them. Walter had picked this outfit out for him, and thus he agreed to it.

"Perhaps I should donate to charity more often if this is the sight that greets me after rejection." He mused in a teasing way as he sat down across from her. It wouldn't be long before the waiter came to tend to them, but a little small talk wouldn't hurt in the mean time. "Aside from unruly coworkers, I hope you've been well?" He asked sincerely meeting her eyes for a brief moment.

Elinor Anderson

He rested his cheek on his palm as he gazed at her from behind silvery locks of hair, if someone from the outside looked at him they might assume he was bored, but he kept his eyes on her at all times. A gentle smile on his lips at her flattery, and promise. It had been a while since they had gotten to meet, and catch up. So he would savor this for all that it was worth. A playful frown formed on his lips when she said that she would have to disappoint him, and accept his money from this point on.

"Well I suppose getting rejected once is good enough then, and I am glad to hear that you are doing well, or at least as well as one can." He said as the waiter brought them the champagne, and two glasses. Casting a wary glance at the silvery haired man who had been a headline in the most recent HNN. Though he said nothing. Pouring them both their drinks he vanished for the moment waiting to take their order.

"Well I am similar to you, I am doing as well as I can. Between the League's article, and the sanctions, it's been....A time...." He chuckled seemingly amused as took a sip of the champagne. "However it's not that big of a deal, I made some new friends. And I think they are going to be wonderful allies for my future business endeavors." He said to her easily. It was easy for him to tell the truth without telling the truth. She would grasp his meaning, he didn't doubt her intelligence in the slightest.

"Sadly I don't think the sanctions had as much of an effect as your colleagues would've hoped. I'd be a terrible boss if I kept my people working through the end of the world instead of letting them be with their loved ones. So I gave them all paid leave." He shrugged. It was a simple matter to temporarily shut down his business for the welfare of his workers. It would ingratiate him to them should they survive this disaster, and it would run damage control on his reputation that the League had tried to tarnish at the same time. "If the region survives, the dome will be gone, and well I won't need to worry about doing things domestically as much anymore."

The only damaging thing about the sanctions was that the dome had them all trapped in Hoenn, but the moment that thing vanished, he could import materials, and the like as he needed from other regions. Sure he knew the League would charge him far more taxes, but it wasn't anything he wasn't willing to pay for.

Elinor Anderson

Sadly that was all he could tell her with Raziel Beckett skulking around he didn't feel like incriminating her further would grant a boon to any of their plans.

"Alas the League still hides all of it's fun toys, so my research into saving Regidrago is going slow. I am sure I could replicate the situation that caused them to open that particular portal. But without a crystal my efforts are null, and void." He sighed a bit dejected before the waiter came back to take their orders. "I'll take my usual." Was all he said to the Waiter before he went back to looking pouty. "All I can hope is that it was strong enough to survive whatever those two put it through." Anger smoldered in his heart for the Dragon Titan.

But he couldn't show that for now. There was still a chance that it was alive, and he had to hope that it would still be okay by the time he made his way to it.

But that didn't mean he would show the two responsible for harming it any mercy when the time came. He couldn't act rashly at this moment, he didn't have the power to back it up. Each of them possessed unique pokemon that he was going to have to contend with, and until he shored up his own power doing that would just be foolish. His new friends had some interesting methods of gaining strong pokemon, and he was keen on exploiting that for himself to some degree.

"But I won't be able to worry about any of that until this meteor crisis is done, and over with. Who knows maybe I won't be around to worry so much if it hits." Came the sardonic reply as he sipped the champagne. A gentle laugh caressed his lips as he relaxed for a bit. "I do hope the League can pull off this plan of theirs. Because it sounds like the longest, of long shots."

Elinor Anderson

Her faith in the plan was noted, and it did ease a few of his nerves but not all of them. There were so many potential failures of this tech that he could spend the next hour listing them all, but it wouldn't do anything, but cause unnecessary headaches for them both.

"Well I hope you'd have faith in it, otherwise I'd have to be very worried." He said with a chuckle, taking another sip of his drink he just sighed. "If you want some good news at the very least, I acquired four Mega Generators recently from GMH." He had paid a handsome sum of money for them, but she didn't need to know that. "So I get to play around with some new toys for a while, and figure out how they work, and if everything goes smoothly. Perhaps solve an issue with Long Distance Travel that the League has." He said with a wry smile.

Though the issue was, he wasn't going to give this tech to the League, and if they tried to take it from him, he'd wipe all trace of it's existence from the earth. And if that required him to erase his own memory he would do so with ease. Such was the price of business with them.

"That is assuming we don't get eradicated. But no point in worrying about it. It will be interesting to see how things play out. For what it's worth I hope it succeeds." There was sincerity in his voice despite the fact that he was going to be going against her, and the League in the upcoming battle. He just hoped that he wouldn't run into her on the battlefield. Holding his punches was going to be tough enough, but it would be even worse if he was discovered to have ties to her mid-operation by Rocket.

Though he had taken every precaution necessary some things were still out of his control. Until he gained a power that let him manipulate reality that would always remain the case though.

"So what are you going to do up until the fateful day?"

Elinor Anderson

He let out a little chuckle when she said it hadn't been easy to convince GMH to grant him those generators. Actually it had just taken a few texts from himself to oscar clayton directly explaining what he wanted, and then telling him that he wanted to use them as a basis for ripping holes in reality. It had been incredibly easy, and expensive, but he got one for free so he wouldn't complain to much. He smiled at her gracefully.

"I suppose it depends on how you look at it. What is easy for me, might be difficult for some. It was expensive though, not that money has ever been an issue for me." Perhaps he would try opening up a lemonade stand to see if the League put more sanctions on him, and accused him of poisoning the drinks. It was amusing, but he doubted dahlia goode would be so petty.

"Well that is good to hear, perhaps I'll run across you during your gym circuit since I am going to take it as well. Nothing like the end of the world to put things into perspective for you." He said with an easy smile as he felt the waiter return with their food, and he just sighed happily. It was incredibly nice to just be able to relax for a moment. Let the worries of the world melt away like snow in the spring.

"To our continued friendship." He said as he raised his glass to her before taking a small sip, and then he began to eat his food with all the manners a man of his station would possess. Where ever he had been raised it was painfully obvious that his etiquette was that of the upper echelon. Whether she had already looked at the special file he had given her or not he didn't know, but she hadn't asked him any questions on it yet. Though he knew the time to restore her memory and keep up his end of the deal was soon to come.

Perhaps if they survived the end of the world the time would be alright, and there would be no further heat on her. Hopefully that would be the case, if he was a target of ire for the fake Elites that would be fine, but he couldn't have her be under investigation, she was to useful to him.

Elinor Anderson

That was a good question on her part, and the honest truth was that he hadn't considered it yet. So he shook his head as he swallowed what little food was in his mouth.

"To be honest I haven't. I had thought to take on Mauville first so I could have a rematch with John Sullivan. However he has since left that post to become an Elite Four member. Not saying he doesn't deserve it, but it does make my rematch with him a bit more tiresome than I had hoped it would be." He chuckled in good humor. "Perhaps I'll take it on first regardless, and give the new leader a test run. See if he holds up to the standards I think Mr. Sullivan set." Amor knew how strong the former Leader was, that Ledian of his was something else.

Amor also wanted to see he how he stacked up to normal trainers that weren't altered by literal deities. Sometimes it was nice to just have a normal battle, and not have to worry about incurring the wrath of idiotic people, with more power than they deserved. So he hoped he could enjoy normal battles once again. A wry smile on his lips as he took another drink.

"What about you? You got a specific order up your sleeve?" He returned the question to her as he cut another piece of the tender meat off, and savored it. It was delicious, but of course it would be. When the end of the world was nigh everything tasted better. Perhaps once they both had beaten the Elite Four they could have a battle against each other. That would be interesting at the very least.

"So once we both become Champions, how about we have a friendly match. If for no other reason than it'd be fun to take on someone who defeated the same gauntlet that I did." He mused to himself, and wondered if they could have a tournament of Champions once there were enough of them. Now that was an interesting thought, if they made it through the end of the world, host a Champion's Tournament when there were enough qualified individuals.

People liked watching such things, it was why the Star Tournament was such a success.

"Maybe I'll even throw a Champions Cup." He chuckled a little at the thought, but it would be fun to do.

Elinor Anderson

His data accumulation would need to start sooner rather than later, but with everything about to hit the fan he didn't feel like trying to waste energy when it wasn't entirely sure they were going to survive. Like Elinor said he hoped that the Leagues plan would work, but he of course was prepared for the inevitable should it fail.

At her mention of being friends with Mauville Gym Leader he quirked a brow.

"Well if he has your approval I'm sure he will put up a good challenge then. Seems I'm gonna have to do some research on him if I don't want to be one sidedly stomped out." He would make a note to do that when he got home, and at her mentioning of never saying no to a friendly match with him he just smiled wider. "If we survive this, perhaps we will make a date of it. I'd be curious as to how strong my favorite Council Woman is." An easy smile as he went back to eating, the relaxing atmosphere was welcome.

"Just try to take it easy on me when we finally do battle." He had no doubt that Elinor was strong in her right, but he'd never seen any of the Council battle, save for Silph. Though that could be chalked up to him also being a Gym Leader. "I don't wanna have my confidence completely crushed." He chuckled a little before looking at the time. Between their eating, and conversation a decent amount of time had actually passed.

"I think the clock finally strikes midnight." He mused to himself.

Elinor Anderson