Killing Time | Cyrus and Lucian, pre-Spear Pillar
Lucian giggled nervously as he put his hands up in an apologetic motion. "No no! Sorry, Miss! I'm afraid I'm not much of a dancer...Aheheh." And with that, the young female socialite harrumphs her way past him and onto the crowded dance floor. Espeon, seated on Lucian's left shoulder, nuzzles her master's hair with a disapproving purr, leading to a sigh from him. "Yes, I know. You want me to get married one day and this is hardly a good start, but in my defense, I don't think I mix well with these...people." He takes a sip out of his red wine while leaning against a gilded pillar.
The Grand Hotel of Jubilife City. A central destination for anyone wishing to throw a party for the big dogs of Sinnoh. The banquet hall/ballroom hybrid was garishly decorated in the same deep reds and blacks that Lucian donned as battle dress. Couples danced like floating flowers in their full dresses and tailored attire from the latest, greatest fashion labels. Some wore graceful wicked masques representing distorted Pokemon while some made intentional gashes on their clothes to display more skin than appropriate. Anything to appeal to the lowest common denominator, right? Large men in suits that could barely contain them greedily munched on the hor doeuvres brought in by lightly-clad waitresses who had to fight-off the occasional older gentleman with grabby hands. Disgusting. Some of the vain, minor celebrities from Jubilife TV mingled with their adoring fans among the business elite, acting surprised when every once in a while a fan expectantly feigned kowtowing to the faces on the screen. We're all just living in a lie, now, huh?
Music is what makes a ball, however, and the song of choice was grim. The orchestra played a dark, lilting piano concerto supported by harpsichord that seemed to draw its patrons in like a trance. As the tune rose, the dancers rose as well, as if like the dead from their graves. When the percussion hit their crescendos, the dancing dead swung with wild abandon as if this was to be their last night on earth. Espeon shuddered. It's alright, girl. The song intrigues me, too. Haha, hope it's not a sign of something to come!
Really, what the hell was he doing here? All this was was a function for vain people to pose and preen for a stage that existed in their own minds. Sure, there were some that also wanted to pull some social networking, but the psychic saw none of the happening at the minute. Just more of Sinnoh's populace losing their selves in it all. So much fake emotion and lost time. And it must've cost so much money, too! Millions of dollars must have been thrown down on something so liminal and self-congratulatory. To think that they could all be reading a book right now! The purple cat swished its tail from side to side behind its master's back, indicating a desire to leave. Not yet, Espeon. Let's wait to see if there are any interesting guests. Lucian takes another sip of the wine.
