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Ezran let out a huff of annoyance as he attempted to tune his guitar for about the third time that day, and the din of the city was certainly not helping. He had perched himself up on the back of a bench off to the side of one of the major streets; a little bit out of the way of the crowds of people that were making their way towards the Motostoke stadium. He had his headphones resting around his neck and his trademark jacket dropped on the bench next him. Minuet let out a staticky chuckle from where she was standing next to him; the yellow mohawk fluctuating and crackling. [color=a187be][b]"Oh be quiet you,"[/b][/color] he grumbled towards her, [color=a187be][b]"Like you could do any better. You've only got three fingers."[/b][/color] The snickering stopped.

He finally strummed through a few cords and let out a hum of approval at the sound. He let muscle memory take over and plucked out a familiar tune as his eyes scanned the dark skies above that were littered with twinkling stars. He thought he may have seen a large shape pass in front of some of them, but it was difficult to tell with the other lights that shined through the large and industrial city. He grew up in Hammerlocke so he was familiar with the, occasional lack of light that came with city living. He kept his tunes quiet enough that they wouldn't draw too much attention. He, of course, never had a problem with being in the spotlight, he preferred it most of the time, but he knew he'd be much more in the public eye after the season started. He'd take all the alone time he could get.

He heard a sudden ramp up in volume from the crowd as a very quick series of a bellowing roar and the distinctive shouts of what he was pretty sure was a Loudred. [color=a187be][b]"Sounds like some of the others have finally showed up."[/b][/color] he flashed a grin towards Minuet who trilled happily in response. He pulled the case up for his guitar and laid it inside before hopping off the bench, throwing on his jacket and slinging the case over his shoulder. [color=a187be][b]"Better not keep them waiting yeah?"[/b][/color]

He jogged easily through the streets of Motostoke, with Minuet on his heels, giving a wave or short greeting to anyone who called out to him as either a gym leader or if they knew him from his music. He paused a few times to sign an autograph or take a photo, but ultimately made it to the stadium in good time. It was as he always remembered it, lit up as a beacon in the city and surrounded by press and fans. He could hear shouts and jeers coming from the crowd from both people and Pokemon, but that was to be expected. He took the opportunity to begin his ascent up the stairs, hoping to get through without too much attention, but Minuet, of course, had other ideas.

As they reached the top of the stairs she tilted her head back and let out a half-powered Boomburst and strummed out a loud cord; the yellow electricity around her head flaring up. Ezran let out a faint sigh as attentions immediately turned to him. He let a grin light up his face as he waved to both the press and fans as he slowly made his way through the swarm of people to where he could now see both Zeke and Isla in front of the camera, he couldn't hear what was being said over the calls from the crowd, but knowing Zeke probably some kind of jeering remark. He walked past the press to where Fiona and Hestia stood, Minuet a half step behind him, with an easy grin on his face and hands shoved into his pockets.

[color=a187be][b]"How's it goin'?"[/b][/color] he queried towards the two, [color=a187be][b]"I see Zeke is getting an early start to the night."[/b][/color] He glanced back towards the two as the hollers started up again, [color=a187be][b]"Can't give any of us a break, honestly."[/b][/color] He could see Hestia's Charizard standing behind her, an imposing sight to say the least, and Fiona appeared to be sporting a new addition on one shoulder. it's been a while since they'd all really seen each other, and he was interested in what news they had to share, but that could all wait until after the whole lot of them showed up.