Post by guru on Oct 19, 2011 21:42:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i62.photobucket.com/albums/h99/houndoomXdelta/de.png); width: 500px; -moz-border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border-radius: 20px 20px 20px 20px; border: 1px dashed #000000][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-bottom: -15px; text-align: center;]I'm gonna run from the voice of reason[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 40px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -3px]til it turns to laughter[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #efefc6; font-size: 15px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: 8px; text-shadow: 1px 0px 0px #000000, 1px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 0px 0px #000000, 0px 1px 0px #000000, -1px 1px 0px #000000, 0px -1px 0px #000000;]against the masquerade[/style][style=font-family: arial black; color: #c5c590; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 5px; margin-top: -5px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 10px]like I don't believe in the morning after.[/style] |
Silver’s head snapped downwards, glaring daggers at the ticket man. Not that the man could tell or anything. The trainer wore a chillingly bone-white mask with thin slits for eyeholes, covering his entire face down to right below his nose, where it cut off in a smooth arc. He wore a black hooded cloak, effectively covering up his very-visible red hair. Sure, he looked suspicious, but it was better than getting caught. How convenient it was for him that this was a masquerade ball, or he would’ve had quite a bit of trouble getting in looking like that.
As with everything else he did, Silver wasn’t there for fun or merriment. As always, he was attending the Lux event in order to find a way to cripple the organization. What he was hoping to accomplish was simple. He heard there would be some highly influential Lux members there. His goal was to either kidnap one of them and interrogate them to figure out any sort of plans the Indigo League might have, or get his hands on either an official document of some sort or something of equal importance. Anything that could help Nox figure out Lux’s next move or impair it would be good enough for him.
Wearing an invisible scowl on his face, Silver roughly shoved the fake invitation into the man’s hands. Nox had somehow managed to get a hold of one of the original documents, and made a number of copies to distribute to members in order to get them into the private party. He was a tad bit worried that the man would be able to tell it was a fake, but he didn’t let it show. He was good at keeping his emotions hidden. The fact that he had a mask on his face made it all the more easier.
The man carefully perused the invitation for a few short seconds that felt more like days. Silver’s breath got caught in his chest as he observed the process. Every time the man backtracked to recheck something, had a strange expression on his face, or even paused to cough, his hand would twitch towards the pocket where he kept all his Pokeballs. If he ended up getting found out, he’d have to make a clean getaway. But not before doing away with this guy and tossing him into the harbor.
Suddenly, the man’s expression shifted from it’s original impatience to one of happiness and good-nature. “Well, everything seems to be in order here. Go on in!” he called out jollily ((Funny word)). Relief poured into Silver’s consciousness. Looks like Nox knows what they’re doing after all. Not taking a second to hesitate, Silver strolled right onto the boat without so much as a thank-you nod in the man’s direction.
Before entering the ship, Silver didn’t think it could’ve possibly been any more ornate than it was on the exterior. This notion was completely blown out of the water upon seeing the inside. A marvelous red carpet lay on the floor, the walls and ceiling adorned with gold. They really went all-out with this. Of course. Nothing less than the best for Lux’s little lapdogs, Silver thought with disgust before pressing farther into the ship.
The air was filled with the idle chattering and interaction of the party guests. Some even brought their Pokemon, which were also a rather obnoxious source of noise. All of the commotion made it very hard for Silver to concentrate on the mission at hand as he navigated towards the punch table. Not to mention the fact that almost everyone was just as well-dressed as the rest of the crowd. How was he supposed to tell who was important to Lux and who was just a grunt? Looks like I have a long night ahead of me,[/color] he thought grimly as he poured himself a cup of punch, chugging it down in a matter of mere seconds.
As soon as he gulped down the last drop of punch, Silver held the glass up to his eyes, staring at it intently. “...There’s something off about this punch,”[/b] he mumbled to himself in a soft voice, not at all concerned with people overhearing him talking to himself. After carefully inspecting the glass for a few more seconds, he reluctantly poured himself another glass. …Well, whatever’s up with it, it’s pretty damn good…[/style][style=background-color: #414141; color: #000000; padding: 2px; padding-right: 5px; width: 450px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 10px 10px; text-align: right; letters-spacing: 2px;]…suffocating from my own mask.[/style][style=font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; background-color: #000000; text-align: center; margin-top: 5px; color: #464646]♙notes: Here;[/style]credit to gREY of OTE[/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]