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Alexa would lead Blizzard to a back door of the chateau which led to the establishment's rose garden. Beautiful garden, filled with different colored roses and various Pokemon shaped topiaries. The people of Kalos really like their meticulous landscaping it would seem.

"We should be fine out here." She assured Blizzard, and herself. "I'll get straight to the point; the resistance still lives." Alexa informed Blizzard. "As a reporter you can imagine I try to learn as much as possible on the coming and goings of Kalos. Since the revolution ended and Lysandre rose to power he has been consolidating that power greatly. At first some people were pleased with this consolidation of powers unto the position of the Prime Minister as it meant the king had less but it turned out to be a slippery slope. The parliament has increasingly become ceremonial, the Royal Guard is now swearing oaths of loyalty to the Prime Minister, even gym leaders and members of the Elite Four must be vetted by the Prime Minister. Its been a slow creeping one but it's a power grab nonetheless." This was probably not surprising to Blizzard, he always had his misgivings about Lysandre but never had anything to pin on him.

"That said, there is little anyone can do. Lysandre is smart, nothing he has done so far is illegal, per se. He still has a loyal base of supporters and the royals have thrown their backing behind him one hundred percent, which is weird." Turning away from the garden she now faced Blizzard. "We would like you to join us, or at least use your position of nobility to help the Nouvelle Résistance. As you might guess I am apart of it. We have studied the failures of the first uprising and have decided to instead act underground, to slowly and covertly undermine the Prime Minister and take our country back. We are convinced that Lysandre is not satisfied with the position of Prime Minister and wishes to see himself as king of a new Kalos monarchy. We refuse to sit back and let that happen."

"Under his cafe...huh, I'm sure the rest of the resistance will love to hear this information, thank you." Alexa said with a smile. "I'm not surprised he has been meddling in other regions, we have always pegged Lysandre for a power hungry individual, no matter what kind of facade he puts on for the masses. Either way, maybe the best way for you to help is to keep what you're doing here, making people see that hybrids aren't so bad so that the general populace might begin to question Lysandre's rule at large. As you can tell it's not a secret that he has kept alive the king's disdain for hybrids." She pointed out. "Here, take this." She said, handing Blizzard a Holo Caster. "Looks and acts like a normal Holo Caster but it runs on custom software and a private network. If you or your group ever want to get in touch with the Nouvelle Resistance just use that. Lysandre has complete control of the Holo Caster network in Kalos so we can't be too safe." The woman said as she handed over the device. "Good luck on the rest of your battles here. The resistance will be watching you." And with that Alexa walked off. Looks like every time Blizzard visited Kalos he kept getting more involved in their affairs.

Blizzard would find his private room was found nice and tidy, a shiny healing machine just waiting for him to use it. The hybrid probably found the room pretty peaceful when compared to the rest of the organized chaos that was the Battle Chateau.

On the healing machine Blizzard would find a small card. On the front it would read, 'To: Blizz, From: Laverne', it would seem the former maid learned to finally call him just Blizz. On the inside the rest of the card would read, 'Merci beaucoup.' and nothing else. She must have left that behind before she left the chateau for good so it probably had been sitting there for awhile. A nice gesture nonetheless.

Bing bong..." The chateau's intercom system would suddenly chime, giving alert to the patrons of the establishment that an announcement was about to be made. "Please welcome to the Battle Chateau the Grand Duchess and Kalos Champion herself, the fashion icon and cinema sensation herself...Diantha!" The announcer was way too excited for a normal chateau announcement. I guess proper etiquette goes out the window when the champion stops by. "Please do not ask the Grand Duchess for autographs and respect her privacy. Thank you."

As Blizzard walked out of the room he would spot across the hallway in front of the door a male and female Team Flare grunt chitchatting away about something, it was impossible for him to make out what they were saying from where he was. Once he closed the door the pair of grunts would end their conversation abruptly and whip their heads around to face Blizzard, shooting the hybrid what might assume to be a glare from behind those red shades. They didn't speak a word at him, just continued to stare in silence.

As Blizzard made his way down the hall he would come up to a pair of muscular men sporting sunglasses, black suits, and shaved heads. Their appearance just screamed 'security'. One of the pair would side step to stand in Blizzard's way, arms folded. "Get a charge of this gars." One of the men said to the other. "Pardon, petit homme. This area is off limits, trouver?" The one standing in front of him spoke. Both of them seemed to have really heavy accents and spoke a butchered Kajohosin (language spoken in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh), far heavier and garbled than what Blizzard was used to here in Kalos. Why couldn't the Kalos people learn Unovian and use it as a lingua franca like the rest of the world?

"Why don't you casse-toi before bobos on you, comprendre?" Was he trying to threaten Blizzard or something? "Yeah, beat it." The other chimed. Okay, yeah, they were telling him to leave before he got hurt. Why? For what reason is this area off limits?

"Oui, ze champion." One replied in the affirmative. "Only the meilleur shall meet with champion." The other retorted. "We do not want mademoiselle valued time perdu, comprendre?" The first one spoke up again, explaining a little bit more. "Her battles are often télévisée over ze Holo Caster so we make sure her battles will be spectaculaire. See what you must do to pass, oui?"

"That would be me." A woman's voice could be heard coming from behind the two strongmen, the sound of said voice causing them to stand up straight with their chins in the air as if they were soldiers greeting their commanding officer. The pair of men would step to the side to make a little room in between them allowing the source of the voice to step through them and greet Blizzard.

"Malva, Elite Four. It's a pleasure to meet the noble hybrid in the flesh." She said, extending a hand out to Blizzard to shake. Out of everyone the hybrid had met in Kalos this woman had the most faintest hint of a Kalosian accent, barely any at all. If Blizzard had ever seen a Holo Caster news segment then this woman would seem very familiar to him. "Consider me to be an unofficial publicity agent for Diantha. Outside of being a member of the Elite Four I am also a news reporter and Holo Caster icon. People just adore watching Diantha battle and I make sure the people get what they want. Would be kind of boring to watch the champion breeze through every battle, don't you think? Much more exciting when there is just the faintest chance of dear champion losing, even though she does always win. Does wonders for viewing numbers all the same. Speaking of, have you thought about a sponsorship yourself?" She asked Blizzard, smiling. He couldn't see her eyes as they were hiding behind red shades but he could feel that even her eyes smiled.

(Couldn't remember if Blizzard encountered Malva yet, if he has just ignore most of the introduction.)