[CLOSED] Closing Festival

”Snowpoint City? Well that’s where I found my little Kaname here.” His smile while beaming, one could see how white his teeth were, even in comparison to his pale skin and eyes. He chuckled. ”I spent a lot of time up there, so I know it fairly well. Unless it’s changed since I’ve been there.” another small laugh like a heh.

"My name is Maya Reed."

”Beautiful name. Sounds familiar, almost like a famous poet I once or twice heard.” He scratched the back of his head with a small smirk. ”Why did you leave? You look like one of those temple girls with your hair braided like that. I’ve heard they have a pretty decent life. I know I visited that temple a few times.” A sensation of being watched crept up his spine. Pretending to flip his hair to sneak a peek, he noticed a tall man with an abra, before his attention focused back on the woman. Is he good or bad Kaname? His thoughts vocalized themselves into an almost inaudible decibel.

"You wouldn't even recognize it anymore..."

”Hmm… really? Yikes. Things really do develop fast I guess.” He shook his head. He noticed her awkwardness shifted into an even deeper comfortableness. He figured he’d go with her conversational tangent. She pointed out the man with an abra.

”Really? He won? Interesting. He must be powerful. You know him personally?” Tsubame wasn’t sure about him. He looked like the business type; the type that employed people like him; the type that always mistreated their workers while they raked in all the money. Tsubame clenched his jaw to keep his cool.

”What a beautiful smile you have. You should wear it more often.” he chuckled after she smiled at flaaffy and let her continue.

Business man… called it. He wrinkled his brow. And he uses sketchy pokemon. He clenched his fist, but Kaname gently placed his claws next to his fist, forcing him to relax. Tsubame ruffled his head feather, and a gentle expression bubbled to the surface.

Chazz wasn't a fan of social gatherings. He is much better suited to being in a war room where people only spoke, when spoken to. He had to embrace it. Akane always pestered him to lighten up and mingle with the populous more.

For the first time in what seemed like years he was not wearing armor. Instead he wore a red and black suite. His cufflinks bore the queen's banner and his tie pin shimmered a ruby red. He had used the mane and tail, his long black hair shined like orion's belt.

He was taller than everyone attending, but he tried to remain unnoticed. Tailing behind Chazz was his Pawniard, Breakthrough. He would do the best he could to be some what sociable. He walked over and picked up a drink. He surveyed the room making mental notes of everyone there. It was habit.

”What a beautiful smile you have. You should wear it more often.”

"O-oh," Maya said, startled again by his words. "Th-thanks. That is v-very nice to say." 

Bo had stood, proud of her misshapen snow angel on the ground and began gathering snow in her stubby pink hands. 

"Good evening again, Miss Maya. I hope you are enjoying the evening."

Maya jumped, surprised to see Zandrophin and Mentus approach them. Not that it was unwelcome but it was still surprising. The first inkling of words in her head made her panic briefly before she realized it was nothing to worry about.

"Hello Zandrophin... and Mentus. I-its been interesting." She glanced down to watch Bo roll around a snow ball.

”Good evening again, Miss Maya. I hope you are enjoying the evening.”

His tone was neutral, but pleasant. He seemed to be sizing Tsubame up almost as much as Tsubame was sizing him up. He flinched when the man held his arm out and the abra slid down his arm, like the floating snake it is, to present itself.

Yes...good evening Miss Maya. A good evening to you as well, Sir. Lovely weather tonight, isn't it?

Tsubame was flabbergasted, but clenched his jaw not to show it. The pokemon was just as polite and formal as its owner. Still… there’s something about them… Tsubame gave him a hard stare; almost to the point of being rude.

"I do not believe we've met, Sir…My name is Zandrophin. I hail from Saffron City in Kanto...at your service." Tsubame almost gave a snort of derision, but decided against it. Oh how he remembered all the stories about people from Saffron City. New about their shady characters and psychic type pokemon breached news headlines in every region it seemed; not to mention, the business type he loathed as much as one could loathe.

"Hello Zandrophin... and Mentus. I-it’s been interesting." The brunette was shy but revealed the pokemon’s nickname. The sole fact he had one almost instantaneously made Tsubame relax a little. Most trainers never seemed to bother giving their pokemon a term of endearment, and he looked down upon those that didn’t.

Tsubame straightened himself and made all attempts he could to push back his suspicions for the moment, only keeping his guard up for now. He stuck out his large, gnarled and severely calloused hand. He expected a very soft, scarless hand in return for his. It was amazing how much you could tell by a person’s hands.

”Evening Zandrophin. I am Tsubame Feng, and my Sneasel here, is Kaname. I am from the Sinnoh region, same as the lovely Maya over here.” He flashed a toothy grin at her, with a smug undertone to slide the conversation in a tangent about her. Although, his interest in Zandrophin grew tenfold when he realized, though not disfigured like his own hands, his hands were not as impeccable as he would have imagined; with very specific callouses.