A portly and stiff-looking man, who seemed rather pompous, stood up. His voice was deep and smooth, if very arrogant, and his noble court uniform jacket-and-pants combo was both militaristic and impeccable.
Now, I say! I do daresay! The doctor is dead? By way of the Gym Leader for that sorry excuse for a Unovan city; Elesa? You'll excuse my skepticism, for it is quite healthy, much like me. It's quite clear to me that the doctor wouldn't be slain in such a fashion, especially after seeing one of his other selves perish! His ability to plan for the future was quite unrivaled.
A woman spoke up at this. The lady wore a custom female version of the noble court uniform; a long, flowing dress and a blouse with a deep, plunging v-cut. Adjusting her wide-brimmed hat as she moved long locks out of her face, she raised a gloved hand at her side, dismissively.
Duke Marvite. We all love hearing about how healthy you are but given the stature and standing of this little Chimp Pokemon, I think it's unwise to simply dismiss his claims. Even if he is a commoner and a foreigner, he clearly seems to have quite the knowledge base. The doctor also did business with him, as he had one of the business cards.
A third voice arose. This time, it came from a small bipedal Pokemon with a pale yellow body, black gloves, and black dressy shoes. It was standing on one of the seats, whipping around the jaw emerging from the back of its head. The Deceiver Pokemon's voice was feminine and cute like its owner, but tough-talking through and through. Her uniform was sized for her, a noble court uniform jacket alone.
Alala like what she hear here. Think both Duke Marmite and Countess Nutella should stop talking and think smart. Duke and Countess think not strategic enough! Foreign Crimson Sir speak good plan to keep Empire safe. Extra allies too!
That's Countess Mubella to you, Marquis Aurelia-Kucheat. Watch your tongues!
Oh, Countess, are you offended by such a slight quip? Might I remind you of your place in this pecking order? You really should just relent and go along with what your superiors decide. After all, everyone knows a Duke, such as myself, Duke Marvite, outranks all the other Conseil members who are not also Dukes.
More bickering ensued among the many until another prominent female voice jumped in, this one belonging to a Lissome Pokemon. The extremely tall and thin, anthropomorphic, feminine cockroach of a white hue stood and gave a motion of exaggerated exasperation. Her noble court jacket bore less of a v-cut, and her dress had an extra slit down one side, but both otherwise matched the Countess' attire. These pieces were extremely thin and fitted to match the cockroach's build.
Speaking for House Pheroache, this would not be an issue if we were not already pushing at the shores of the other regions, no? But since we are, you need to stop fighting and make a decision, okay? The Crown-Princess will then decide on the final course of action after deliberations, right?
A young man spoke. He seemed extremely young and cocky, like a twenty-something who was rich, arrogant, and way too full of himself. His voice was fitting of a cocky and adventurous pretty boy, and his noble court uniform ensemble was designed with a bit more flair.
Heh! Of course, Duchess Pheroache, she will, since she's only the greatest ruler we've seen in a long time, and one far better than that absent and useless child that leads the UPL. Of course, as THE Duke Cvnogeni, my merits are a big help for us, no doubt, and if we can secure a deal with this Chimp here, then we may actually be in business. Of course, I say this as SOMEONE needs to help the rest of you pick up your slack, after all.
After more bickering among the forty, Melaine silenced them all.
Enough! I have heard all your words! I have heard Sir Crimson! My response to all this is as follows:
I will refuse your offer, Sir Crimson; not out of any ill will toward you insomuch as an alliance of that nature for that goal conflicts with what my current position is. As I lay siege to the shores of the United Pokemon League, I would not wish unnecessary ill upon an organization responsible for my rise to power no matter their perceived, if unfounded, threat to my reign. If anything, my origins from among them, with the addition of a skillful group of infiltrating individuals, give me an upper-hand over anything they may plot. O~hoho-hoho~!