.Starter for // @anyheights //
Night time in Lumiose City could honestly be described as the most beautiful sight to see in all of Kalos. At night, Lumiose Tower was completely lit up, and all around the magnificent city, streetlights would light up, one by one, almost like stars in the night-sky. This contrasted with many of the homes in Lumiose, whose lights turned on almost simultaneously, with the exception of few homes who were either empty, or late to the fact that it was nighttime.
Electronic advertisement boards shone brightly through the darkness, showing large pictures of famous actors, like Diantha, or famous trainers throughout Pokemon history.
However, aside from the tower shining proudly in the centre of Lumiose, nothing could compare to the sight of Hotel Richissime.
The famous, and rather expensive Hotel had been lit up, dressed up, and prepared for a rather history-making social event, all planned by one man. Lysandre. Having made countless physical and economical donations to various different charities and establishments in need, Lysandre had been attempting to come back from his downfall involving Geosenge Town, and this social event was no different from the others - with the exception of one thing.
Lysandre had sent out invitations to many of the worlds finest trainers, as depicted on many of the advertisement boards scattered around Lumiose. ‘A chance to meet those, you only see in your dreams’, was one of the many slogans on the invites for many sponsors and millionaires that lived around Kalos.
Thankfully, most had come, to Lysandre’s pleasure, and the entire event seemed to be going well.
The entire hotel had been rented just for this event, with anyone who came getting a key to one of the many rooms for free. The main lobby of the hotel, was full of tables, with various refreshments dotted all over the white sheets, there was entertainment in the form of a jazz band playing in the corner, and lots of talking and mingling amongst trainers and millionaires. Sat atop the main receptionist desk was a pot for donations, which was very much almost full of money. It was being guarded by a very tired and grumpy Pyroar, which belonged to Lysandre, of course.
The man himself was stood with a glass of champagne in hand, with a holo-caster in his hand. He appeared to be speaking to Sycamore, but their conversation had just finished. “Again, Augustine, It was a shame you couldn’t make it tonight. The guests were rather... optimiste to see the Pokemon Professor of Kalos. But... I suppose it can’t be helped. bonne nuit mon ami”
Hanging up, he slid the holo-caster back into the pocket of a rather fanciful suit. It was considerably different from his usual black suit with red trimming. Instead, it was white, with black trimming, and a white tie that contrasted the black dress shirt he wore. He wore low heel black shoes, which were polished to look pristine, and he looked extremely presentable, which was the way Lysandre preferred to look.
Taking a sip of his drink, he scanned the crowd, smiling. The room was full of such beauty, such perfection and elegance was all in one room, together. It was almost like a dream but... this mindset was what caused his downfall. His own ambitions were put before People and Pokemon, and that, was something he was trying to break.
