Yankee — Roleplayer Guild

Lumiose City at night was a very different place than it was during the day. Shops closed and clubs opened up, various kinds of pulsing music spreading throughout the most popular streets as the sun went down. People congregated by the canal, watching the city's shimmering reflection in the water and enjoying more intimate boat rides. Nocturnal Pokémon ventured out, trying their luck at snatching food from trendy pedestrians, and the battle cafes got all the louder once tourists moved on and locals came to really give them a challenge.

It was never truly dark in the City of Light, but come nightfall each and every street was cast in warm yellow glows crisscrossed with stark shadows. It made the whole place look almost like a painting.

Honestly, Auguste had grown to like it.

He only wished that most of his night life wasn't spent tailing people or cooped up in an office checking city records. Or behind a camera lens, which is where he currently was. Granted the brand new Lumiose Contest Hall was a better spot to hang out than the alleys on North Boulevard.

The city had spared little expense in the hall's construction. Its exterior was the same elegant, refined stonework that could be found in may historical parts of Lumiose, though the glittering lights both inside and out set it apart from older buildings. The interior was the definition of opulent; crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceiling held up by carved pillars, plush armchairs and chaise lounges were tastefully placed in the lobby and hallways, and expensive rugs on marble floors laid paths toward the audience seating in the theaters at the rear of the building. In the main hall where most of the opening's attendees congregated was the pièce de résistance - a gorgeous crystal centerpiece in the shape of a tree, ringed by thick marble around the trunk to prevent anyone from getting too close. The tree reached up tall, its bare branches spread wide over the guests' heads.

It was absolutely beautiful. And instead of admiring it closely, what was Auguste doing? 

Following some supposed fraudster around, while trying not to look sketchy doing it. This whole job had started off poorly. Auguste didn't really dislike his client, but the man had a way of appearing meek while being pushy and passive aggressive at the same time. Not to mention even getting into this event had been a hassle. The soiree throw for the contest hall's opening was public in that the general public could attend through lottery. Wealthy funders, local politicians, Kalosian celebrities and contest stars from other regions could and would be attendance, so the average citizen would have to rely on luck to get an invitation. Naturally Auguste hadn't been lucky, so he'd had to jump through some hoops to get a journalist pass to attend once they'd learned his mark was going to be there. 

And on top of everything, the upfront pay was pretty low.

Oh well. It could be worse. And at least he'd snapped a photo of the centerpiece to admire later.

Word Count: 604 (+1 exp)
Level: 10 - Total EXP: 88/100 
Monday Evening. 
Location: Mafia Town, Deep Blue Seaside
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It was unfortunate for Therion that his opponent was the bombastic sort, even among the already energetic and wild wrestling invaders. Max shouted out the names of his special moves (which didn't even look that different from what Therion had seen the other wrestlers doing) and various one liners, and his booming voice drew in all kinds of fighters ready to rumble. They bodily threw themselves at both Max and Therion, aiming to take one of them out and claim victory against a tough opponent. They all fought for bragging rights, leaving pure destruction as a byproduct in their wake. The battle quickly got annoyingly chaotic for the thief, though he managed - having summoned his spectral sword after losing the sickles. 

"Wahahaha!" In comparison to Therion, who fought begrudgingly but swiftly in order to end things as quickly as possible, the American wrestler gladly accepted any and all challengers. Max put a show as he fought, even though the only audience was his fellow fighters. He thrust his shoulder and elbow in his opponent, drop kicked even the biggest wrestlers that stepped up to take him on, and was an all around menace that flung away everyone that came at him. He spun with his arms stretched out wide, clothes-lining two rumblers with a wide grin on his face. "Feel the BOOM!"

It came to the point where Therion had figured that he could just shove any straggling fighters towards Max, and the man would take care of them for him. It worked out pretty well, as the wrestlers changed targets once they started getting pummeled by a superior wrestler. And when ashes flew and motes of light containing various costumed faces, Therion's wraith blade passed through them to absorb their vitality, undoing the damage he'd taken so far.

By the time it was just Therion and Max again, the former was back in top shape, and the latter was breathing hard. The sunset colored light shown in the blonde man's eyes, but even if he hadn't been gleaming he didn't seem like the type to back down even when at a clear disadvantage like this. He raised his arms and splayed his fingers, ready to charge into a grapple - but his opponent was not going to meet him at his level. 

"No hard feelings," Therion said, bringing the wraith blade up and slashing a deep gash into Max's chest as the man barreled toward him. The wrestler lurched, coughed, and finally fell.

Therion rolled the shoulder of his blade arm, dispelling the weapon. He felt pretty good, especially since Max had done most of the work for him once things had really turned into a free-for-all around them. He scooped up the wrestler's spirit and tucked it away before making a beeline to higher ground. He ended up on the rooftop of some random building, surveying what he could see of the city from his perch.

Not surprisingly, the place was wrecked. Not destroyed, but definitely in major need of cleaning up and repairs. From there he couldn't see the other side of the harbor, but he wondered how Nemma and the rest of the regulars around that area had fared. Maybe better, since they were on the opposite side of the island from where the ship had pulled in. 

Right, the ship. Therion turned back toward the docks he'd come from, where the Seekers had been dining before all this started. With the attack having quieted down now, it didn't take long for him to pick his way back there to see if the raiding party had seen any success.

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