All of a sudden, the nice quiet atmosphere at the table had gone up in smoke as yet another Avatar had materialised onto the scene. Whereas the collective at the table had at least a semi-respectable aura about them, this new arrival just [i]didn’t[/i]. Barging in like she owned the place and instantly trying to provoke a response, killing any hopes of a good conversation over the recently served dinner.

Not to mention Tantalus’s concentration. 

As the sips of wine threatened to come back on him, the idea of simply ignoring the newcomer appealed to him. She craved attention, and so depriving her of such would be the best approach for someone so obviously high-and-mighty. So obviously like him. That scepter in her hands was proof of that. 

Regardless of what the best approach would be, not all Avatars at the table would play along, so ignoring the girl wasn’t possible. In that case, this would be a good time to regain the composure that was so rudely taken by Yveltal. A chuckle spilled across the table.

“Well, well. It would seem tonight’s entertainment has arrived! I wonder, can it do tricks? One would hope it has a more substantial repertoire than mere teleportation.” Reaching down to pick up his glass, Tantalus took a sip of wine, before placing it back on the table.

“Whoever you think you are, it might bemuse you to know I am the Avatar of Xerneas. The embodiment of life itself. Of all the people to accuse of sitting on their hands while the world dies, I am perhaps the worst target you could have possibly picked. I have saved the lives of more people than you can count, although, I’d wager that isn’t very high anyway.” 

With a gesture towards Giratina, he continued. “The points put forward by Giratina are all entirely valid, so go ahead and entertain me some more. Just who are you, to interrupt our merriment? I don’t get many days to rest, and I could do without one being disturbed by those who should know better.”

Finishing his retort to the woman’s question, Tantalus felt revitalised. His focus and control were back, mostly because the presence of Yveltal at the table had been pushed to the back of his mind. A smile had crept across his lips at some stage during the outburst, and he began to eat his meal, feeling more like eating, all of a sudden.