Niveus Epulor [officers, champ, trollbait]

the pink bicycle soared through the air, piloted by a rather shaky espeon – she was tired from the journey. they had made multiple stops, their last was on an island between lilycove and mossdeep, and now was the time to head directly to the meeting. they were already running late, but cynthia had already assured fawkes that they would not be late. of course, there was also the extra passenger wedged uncomfortably in the basket before them. xander was no hindrance to fawkes’s piloting of the bicycle.

it ran on psychic powers, after all. some degree of safety was definitely assured.

and they soared over other small islands and the occasional house in the middle of nowhere, making a beeline for sootopolis. the crater was a steep wall to climb, and eifie shivered at the sight of it. fawkes took his sight away from the front. he ran a hand down the pokémon’s back, and she sighed quietly. this was tiring her out significantly. after all, she had not expected an extra passenger.

“… i’m afraid we might be in for a rough landing, sir,” he told the man in the basket seat. it was more likely they landed front-wheel first rather than cynthia-first, hence the warning. “you might hit the ground first.”

without warning, the bike homed in on the gym, a pink blur in the vast blue sky.

thankfully, eifie managed to rein the bike before it crashed through the roof of the gym – which would no doubt have made an interesting entry for the two champions and one city admin, but at the same time earn them the ire of everyone present. fawkes recalled the espeon as he stepped off the bicycle, then waited until everyone got out of their seats – standing or sitting – before gesturing to a nearby guard.

“fawkes stonehound, cynthia monet, and alexander cromwell.”

they would soon be led in to take their seats. despite red being a champion, his seat would remain vacant as he seated himself next to cynthia, acting as her assistant.

Being able to draw Drake out of his dear Ever Grande City – that was the sign of power of one sort or another. Drake had purposefully kept himself as distanced from the war as possible, along with anything to do with it or other Lux members save for those that resided in the League House at the Northern end of Ever Grande alongside him. ”This had better be worth my time,” the mustached man growled to the Salamence upon whose broad back he was sitting. Themis made a small sound comparable to a half-assed growl herself, as though agreeing with him as she adjusted her path through the air.

The towering walls of the hollowed volcano that had become Sootopolis City had come into view long ago, though the bleached rock practically melted into the sky as opposed to the stark contrast it caused where it touched the water. The sight had always impressed him, but this was no time for admiration of Hoenn’s beauty. He was to attend a meeting, and he was already running late for it, he felt sure. However, it wasn’t as though his contribution would be absolutely vital to it. If anything, he would only speak when spoken to or he felt his input was needed. Otherwise, he would play the part of an observer – a respectful attendant to the event.

”Themis – begin descent. Land on the Gym’s island.”

The loyal creature obeyed, and Drake kept his eyes focused upon Juan’s Gym for the most part. However, he could not ignore the signs that met his hard gaze upon entering the caldera. Signs of the war that had ravaged throughout Sootopolis City – and it had been gained under Lux’s protective wing. Despite the victory for the faction he stood with, Drake could not help but wonder how Wallace had taken the loss of his City. Surely, it was something that did not go over well with the young Champion.

The slight thump upon the ground drew Drake from his thoughts and he stepped carefully off the side of the Salamence before the Gym’s doors. ”Thank ye, lass.” he murmured to the Dragon pokemon, who nosed him affectionately before being returned to her pokeball. Stepping forward, Drake allowed the doors to slide open before limping forward into the fine Gym. He couldn’t say the décor was much to his liking – he had preferred how it appeared in the past. However, he was in no position to protest it. Taking in his surroundings, he made his way quietly – save for a cough or two – towards the table where the meeting would be held.

Coming beside the one person he recognized instantly from the back, Drake slipped into a free chair beside Juan, murmuring a gruff greeting to the others at the table.

”Evening.”

[[..orz. sorry this is late.]]