--The scream startles Eevee some, and she frowns as she runs a soothing hand through her fur. Idiots. She gets it's the theme of the party, but she doesn't incredibly appreciate loud noises bothering her Pokémon. Still, she settles down soon enough. She watches as the first of her superiors to make an appearances wanders off accompanied into the twisting halls of the manor, and considers if she should observe.

Curiosity is a powerful thing, but rationality wins out this time, as it often does. Trust between the powers that be and her is a more valuable commodity than information right this moment-- after all, one naturally follows on from the other. Although...

"Banette."

She discreetly sends out the doll Pokemon from within the folds of her kimono, the shadowy figure blinking for a moment at the throngs of ghost Pokemon starting to herd the other guests present into another room. She has a bad feeling about this place-- better to have an idea of where he is if things go south. Imagining for a moment that the whole thing is a sting operation, she nods before leaning down to whisper in the haunted marionnette's ear.

"Follow the one with the bag on his head. Stay within the walls, blend in with the ghost Pokemon attending if you must. Alert me if any trouble occurs."

Her Banette nods and slides smoothly into the shadows with a single movement, being imperceptible from any other flickering shape cast by the dim lights illuminating the hall. He has a mischievous personality, but all of her Pokemon are well-disciplined when they're given direct commands. He won't fail her. It's curious, though. Her understanding is that Banette are Pokemon born directly out of grudges and curses, and thus are given to sullen, hateful views on the world. She wonders why hers has found peace so easily.

That little manner addressed, she eventually drifts into the dining room with the rest of them, Eevee's eyes practically lighting up as she gives an enthusiastic chirp at the leaden plates of food. Hm. She still does not trust it, and if the decorations are anything to go by it won't be to Eevee's tastes anyway.

"No, dear. You won't like it anyway, it's all bitter."


She fishes out a Pecha Berry from a pouch hidden in her sleeves instead and feeds it to the Evolution Pokémon, the small Normal-type purring happily as she wolfs down the sweet fruit in two bites. Her fingers linger just long enough to scratch her chin fondly before she scans the room once more-- she isn't entirely unbound from her curiosity, after all.

--Ahah. There's another of her superiors. She thinks, at least. She's relatively new to the ranks, after all, but Shred 's frame is a hard one to miss-- even if it's... different. In small, subtle ways. Well, she supposes. She's heard rumors.

And talking to a lady, too. She's yet to met this one, probably. All her colleagues have her minds elsewhere, it seems. A soft voice emanates from behind the Rocket Beast, last heard in a place that could not be further from this one. Beneath the paper of her seven-coloured parasol, the baneful fox offers a blank smile.

"How tragic. It seems I must reassess my understanding of many of my colleagues."

Another quiet chuckle, not too different from what she offered Howard earlier. It's the right of the old to torment the young, at least a little. The beast is closer to her than most, but still.

"What an enriching experience. I don't believe we've been introduced yet, miss."

She bows a little, Eevee offering a friendly yip and a wave. Her formalities have not escaped her even in a setting like this.

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Behind howard slayte , a pair of eyes glint in the dark.

howard slayte Shred Lulu Flint

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