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With no clear indication of where she was supposed to go, Keiko wandered the festival, always making sure that at least one Snagem was visible so that she didn't wind up lost and having to converse with GRAY to get a teleport back to wherever the action might be at the time.

Her eyes, much like the eyes of many other individuals, were eventually drawn to a certain tanned Blaziken hybrid, her hips swerving in the light of several fires. Keiko, while trying not to be obvious, watched her dance, finding herself more and more impressed by the second. Every time I decide not to become a hybrid, she thinks to herself, I have to see something like this.

She was knocked out of her train of thought when the Blaziken woman cawwed. Subby? Who-

Oh, Sub. Apparently, the Snagem leader was rather famous. Or perhaps infamous? There was no way of knowing from where she was, so Keiko followed Sub from a respectable distance to try to find out what was going on between these two.

The girl chuckled with an almost sinister laugh as she steps over the fallen man with her large muscular thighs. "what has it been, subby, a year or so?". The girl would knock a few more men getting to man dressed in black, "You come all the way here for me? Awww your sweet" she said snuggling a little against his cheek, it seemed to be her version of a kiss.

Wrapping her toned self around the Snagems leaders arm, she let him walk her about. Her smile was gleefull hiding the fact she was whispering to sub, "Thank god someone I know is here. I need a drink, and way out of here. Some desperate kids stole my purse, haven't seen them since, and it had my ticket to get back to Sinnoh". This time with less of a smile and more of a cheer "I'm glad it was you subby!"

"Scissors... what?" Whatever Darts was talking about from what little Amaranth could overhear, she had no idea why it involved a pair of scissors unless there was something to cut that she wasn't aware of. "And what do you mean, lighten up? I'm not that tense..." Her remark wouldn't do anything to dissolve how awkward she felt, stepping closer to where Crystal and Lily were, let alone a fair few of the others for the moment. Once she saw the pair walk away, she figured that maybe Darts was on to something. She could at least partake in the goings-on around here instead of being a total wallflower. Whatever that term meant. She remembered someone once calling her that in Kalos, but they never explained why they did.

Now that she thought about it, Sol and Cera didn't seem too keen on explaining it at the time either. Shrugging, she went to one of the arenas. Maybe the Battle Royal was something worth dealing with?

Lykas and his "friends" walked slowly through the festival grounds, the hybrid laughing at some joke the young male had made. "Sure, sure. But what about when he wakes up in the morning? How do you explain it?" He asked, pausing afterwards and suddenly looking frustrated. "What, again?!" He was suddenly sounding much more sober.

"This was not part of the hybrid deal I made...." He grumbled as he threw back another Rawst Daiquiri. "God, I never realized how hard it would be to stay drunk with a body that's more seawater than flesh...."

"Don't worry about it. We can make you feel really good without all the booze." The girl on his arm quipped, running a hand across the hybrid's chest.

"I'm sure you can, sweetheart but if you didn't notice yet, you're just arm candy. Now focus on looking pretty because he's doing better than you right now." Lykas retorted, cocking an eyebrow at the female before he jerked his head toward his male candy.

Said male stuck his tongue out at the girl. "Told you I was the pretty one!" He exclaimed with a laugh. "Just cause we're twins doesn't mean we look the same."

"Bite me!" The girl retorted, pulling her hair away from her face. As if she were preparing for a fight.

"Stick around long enough and I might decide to oblige. For both of you." Lykas responded with a cocky grin before pressing his way between the two and making his way to the food tables. "Nothing vegetarian, is there?" He asked himself as he looked over it all.

The girl would go back to looking at the two Skull grunts, glaring at them before turning back to Darts. “So, if you know them, keep them in line! I know you Skull people have little regard for rules and consideration for people, but this is the festival for Tapu Bulu! For once, stop thinking about yourselves,” the girl demanded, pointing her ladle for emphasis before pointing at Allen. “And you! You don’t want to join up with them! They’re cretins that have no respect for anyone else on the islands. You’re better off ignoring them unless they’re bothering you.” The girl would then turn her head to Lykas, pointing at some of the food. “Of course! That half of the table has plenty of option. Enjoy, as long as these bozos don’t take it all.” One last look at the two actual Team Skull members would be given before she had to leave, leering at them as she left to presumably return to her family, cheeks puffed out in anger.

The way to the Battle Royal would start to become more and more crowded as they got closer, the crowds cheering and chanting out various names. When the those who went to see the battle got there, they would see one well under way, and the ring would look like it’s seen better days. One of the four men in the ring might have looked fairly familiar to those that were in Alola earlier, with the man wearing no shirt and a red, blue, and green mask, accompanied by a black and red humanoid cat, with a belt of flame around its waist and a cocky grin being worn. One one side of him was a man about half the size of him almost pure white, though there was also black, green, and red on the outfit, with another mask that covered his entire face also in white except where his face would have been, where it carried more of the other colors as well, with a small Tyrogue with him. On his other side would be someone also not wearing a shirt, and with a mostly white mask with red flame accents, and what would appear to be a cloth semi mimicry of two feathers attached to the back of his mask, his partner being a Hawlucha. Finally, across from the Snagem’s friend would be a heavily muscled guy, almost ridiculously so, wearing a black lowcut singlet with the word ‘cage’ in red capital letters on the back.For once, this guy would not be wearing a mask, and he his partner was what seemed to be the angriest Primeape out there, ready to attack the others. A bell would ring and the Pokémon immediately charged forward at attack, followed by… their trainers? It was a massive cluster in the ring, and eventually falling outside of the ring as well, with the trainer in the white and red mask and his Hawlucha taking little time to start in with some high flying antics. Wasn’t this supposed to be a Battle Royal, though?

At the stage, there would seem to be an act already up, four people on center stage in what seemed to be a shortened kimono and black leggings, two women and two men, all looking fairly young. Behind them would be a small band playing various traditional Johtoan instruments, while someone whose gender was incredibly indiscernible was singing. While the look of this person leaned more towards male, the voice managed to get into a quite respectable soprano range. While obviously not a native Alolan dance, something more akin to traditional Johto, it was still probably paying respect to Malie City’s own heritage, judging by the looks of the some of the buildings and the garden.

Keiko shot Sub an apologetic look before turning and smiling at Rabiah. "It's nice to meet you, Rabiah," Keiko said to the Blaziken hybrid, suddenly feeling nervous around her and Sub. Was it guilt she was feeling?

I stared in confusion as I tried to figure out the whole battle format. I suppose I needed to look at this like just any other mass fight that I tend to have against some organization or something, only...less pressure since its everyone for themselves, I guess. Sometimes I start to wonder if anyone believes in the one on one fight anymore. I then perked up and looked over. Tristen and I couldn't help but to stare in confusion for a second as the Hawlucha came out of nowhere and started to crash the battle in the ring. "......yeaaaah, we're not getting involved...in that...one..." I said, turning away and started to find our way elsewhere. "We might do something after that gets cleared up..." I said.

Tristen and I walked away for something else to get into. While Tristen started to look about in wonder, I on the other hand wasn't...really too anxious to find something to do. Once again I find myself not really wanting to be here for better or for worse. A feeling I am reminded of every time I'm here. At least at this part of the region, I shouldn't be running into any unwelcome faces...hopefully.

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Lynnette would smile at Aria's suggestion. "I'd really like that actually. God, when was the last time we actually got to perform together?" Lynn would comment, following the other girl happily. Despite being slightly side-tracked by the conversation, Lynnette still had a decent grip on Silver's hand, and so the Houndoom hybrid was dragged along behind the girls, growling quietly to himself. As they came upon the stage though, Lynnette released the hybrid's hand, too distracted by the current performance going on to keep track of Silver any longer. "Such a beautiful performance," she would whisper, sighing contentedly as she continued to stare at the people currently on the stage.

Silver, finding himself freed, decided to head in the direction of the delicious scents that had drifted to his nose. He moved somewhat slowly though, being that he was very unsure of his current surroundings. And even with his being careful, he still found himself bumping into the occasional person, earning him a few glares from people that he couldn't actually see. Growling in frustration, Silver couldn't help but wonder why he thought it was a smart idea to leave the person who was guiding him around behind. Oh, right, because she was being a gushy loser with her girlfriend right now. A few minutes and a whole lot of bumping into people later, Silver finally found his way to the tables of food that were set out for everyone. Now, if only he could actually see what was before him so he could properly serve himself. The hybrid would sigh, deciding it would be easier to wait until he could find someone to help him, though he loathed to make himself look helpless. Another drink - or three - would be finished by the hybrid as he listened for any of the others.