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Charlotte noticed some wet sloppy sensation upon her diamond. Something trying to take it? Well, didn't matter, it was lodged pretty firmly in there. She grabbed hold of what she saw was something long, wet and pink. She tried twisting it, pulling it, and chomping it to see what would happen. She scratched it a few times, until looking for it's source, which she noticed was a rather distinctly coloured Kecleon She sent a telepathic "look here" to Gestavite and Aaron.

"I say, what manner of disgusting behaviour is this, hm? Some hooligan attempting to attack my wife? Or even worse, lick her? I must say, that is FRIGHTFULLY uncalled for." Gestavite said.

"Oy, I recognise that blighter!" Aaron said. "He was the one who complimented me on my figure, as though I was as common as one of those dittos!"

"Licking my wife AND complimenting my associate? Sir, I must say you have crossed several lines at once! I demand you explain yourself, and your behaviour, and several other things you feel relevant!" Yelled Gestavite, gesturing his finger in an expressive manner.

Charlotte was yet to let go of the Kecleon's tongue.

Gestavite had never met royalty before. He was like a Flygon, who had also never met royalty before. He was flustered, flattered, and other adjectives beginning with f, possibly in alphabetical order. "Well I must say, it is quite an honour! Forgive me my impudent comments, will you? I have never known myself to commit such rudeness, but will be more careful in the future!" He made a deep bow. Aaron formed a hat out of bits of a nearby bush, put it on his head, and took it off out of respect. Charlotte managed a faint curtsy.

"Now, as for introductions, my name is Gestavite Winter, and indeed I am of noble heritage! I come from a long line of Winters, the finest pokemon family in all of Fiore! Sadly we are not in Fiore at the moment so perhaps the impact is lost a little, but the point still stands somewhat! This is my wife, Charlotte-Lowry, whom I met while lost in a blizzard up in some mountains! She was freezing me in ice to display as a statue not out of her usual species nature, but because she believed me to be exceptionally attractive for my species! In fact, when I suggested that she could better appreciate me if I were able to move about of my own accord and also stay alive, she immediately freed me! We kept in touch, and, well, one thing led to another!" The Froslass made a quick smirk and glanced at her husband and Tyrian, before resuming her daydreaming and fiddling with that burning icicle.

"And this is my lifelong assisstant, confidante, and good friend, Sir Aaron Yorkshire," Gestavite continued. Aaron made a second hat, and took it off again, just to emphasize how respectful he was. "Marvellous pokemon. Did you know he rescued an entire family of Togepi from a rampaging herd of Rapidash singlehandedly? Most amazing thing I've ever seen, I'll tell you that now. In fact, the only reason he hasn't landed himself a wife of his own is because... er..." Gestavite fumbled for the right words. "He prefers things the er... other way round." Aaron made a third hat out of tree bark.

"So tell me then, Your imperiousness," Aaron said, carefully stacking his three new hats on top of each other as he spoke. "You tell us that you wish to depict us in your artwork. But I'm afraid we don't really have the time right now. Would later be okay?" He began to eat his hats absentmindedly.

"Yes, that's right, I nearly forgot! We are hunting a gang of ruffians, who seem to dye their fur/skin to very $!$+# colours, I must say! They even put some red sort of cellophane like strips over the top of their eyes! It's most peculiar indeed! So whatever artwork you wish to do of us will have to wait until then!" Gestavite continued, waving multiple limbs in the air in an expressive manner.

Gestavite appeared flustered once more. "Uh, no... he simply...er... he sort of-"

"I prefer the company of men, sire," Aaron interrupted.

"Yes, yes, that's a good enough explanation! It's nothing shameful, but you're just never quite sure how to explain it. But enough about that! Those ruffians, I'll describe them to you! They could be any species - indeed, any at all - but they all have the same colouring. A very very light desaturated purple, and a rather dark desaturated purple," Gestavite looked quite chuffed with the fact that he new what desaturated meant. "Our intention is to break them up, once and for all!"

"I must say that's quite an... odd thing to want, but I'm certain you know what you're doing being royalty and therefore inherently worthy of respect! Now is the time we continue on our journey! Chop-chop, tally-ho, jolly good, yes sir no sir very good sir!" The flygon said, whipping up his basket into his hands. "Aaron, Charlotte, get your belongings! Darkness will fall soon, and we need a place better than this to sleep in!" Aaron picked up his shipping crate with all his belongings, and Charlotte made beat-up suitcase float into the air. Gestavite picked up a thick piece of wood and blew a little fire onto it.

"There. When night comes, the savages and vagabonds will be fighting us for this, so it is imperative that we stick together. Stay close to the flame, don't wander off, and be on the lookout for these gangsters."

"Hm? We're sleeping somewhere for the night? Well, I'm nobody to object to free hospitality! Damn decent of you little critters!" Gestavite said, climbing the ladders, blowing out the torch. Aaron followed soon after, and Charlotte simply teleported to the top, and continued fiddling with her ice stick, which didn't seem to have melted at all. Aaron surveyed the top of the area. "There doesn't seem to be anything he- ooh, that spot there?" he said, pointing at a small indentation in the tree trunk. "It's unusual, but I reckon I can open it," he said, using Secret Power. He and his fellows stepped inside.

"Oh my. You weren't lying when you said you had a large space, were you?" Gestavite mentioned, his voice dropping as far as his jaw. The room inside the tree was somehow gigantic, filled with glistening blue tapestries lining the walls and the floors, depicting two legendary pokemon locked in battle. There were marble pillars supporting the ceiling which looked as though it was made from gemstones, and a spiral staircase in the center, which looked it like it was made of every valuable green material in existence. An absolutely massive chandelier with the most intricate designs carved onto every little glass piece hanging down loomed overhead. Volbeat and Illumise fluttered about the room, and small electric pokemon played on the ground, sparking at each other. "Bloody marvellous..." Gestavite started, ending his rant before it began. Suddenly, something struck him as odd. Statues, decorations, every extravagant luxury and more was tastefully positioned into each corner of the room. Then something struck Gestavite as odd. His normal cheery eccentricity dropped to lower than his jaw and voice combined. "Lad..." he whispered to the sentret. "Have you lived here long?"

"No sir" the little furry thing whispered back. "Just over a week."

"And when you moved in, it was abandoned?"

"Yes sir. We just helped ourselves."

Aaron and Charlotte started to notice Gestavite's attitude, and dropped into some sort of battle position, like they were ready to tear the throat out of anything that came near.

"Has it always been this dark in here?" Gestavite whispered, constantly swivelling his head.

"I guess so. Gets spooky sometimes, but we make do," The sentret was getting increasingly confused.

"Good, well then, one more question. A question and an instruction, really. If there's a massive chandelier above us, and those lighting-up bugs, and those thunderbolts those kids are using, if all those massively bright things are in the room - then how come it's still dark in here?" Gestavite finished.

From what must've been the floor above, some tapping and scraping noises could be heard.

"Get everyone who lives here out right now. There is something dangerous in here."

"Draw them to us? That is the very last thing we want! Rather, we shall attack from a distance, from the very darkness they create. Let them not know what hit them, eh?" Gestavite said.

"Uh, Gestavite, those gang members create this dark haze. I think it would make sense for them to be able to see in it," Aaron replied.

"Right, not to worry, I have a plan for that too! They may be able to see in the dark, but nobody can see in the brightest of lights, understand what I'm saying? What we need to do, is blind them, incapicitate them, neutralize them, and interrogate them, in that order. They're a threat, and we will deal with them with the utmost caution!"

A hissing noise that sounded like a dog was exploding came from behind.

Gestavite and his companions slowly turned around. A darkly hued pair of pokemon were sitting on the handrail of the spiral staircase - a Mewoth, and a Persian. They each had gold collars around their necks.

"Well, so much for that plan," Gestavite muttered to himself. He raised his voice, which had taken an uncharacteristically angry tone. "I say you ruffians! Don't feign intelligence, we know you've got just as many brain cells as you do wings! But I must warn you, we outnumber you four to two! If you barbarians want your vital organs all over the carpet, then that is your business..."

Gestavite grabbed three discs and three blue pellets from his basket. "...but you can't say I didn't warn you!"

Further hissing was heard, which now sounded like two chainsaws trying to slice each other in half.

"Good Show, your highness majesty sir!" said Aaron.

"Wonderful indeed! Charlotte dear, make sure to catch this!" Gestavite said, throwing a disc at Charlotte. She caught it. "Aaron, old friend, this one is yours!" he said, tossing it at the ursaring. He caught it too.

"And this one is mine. Machine set!" The Technical Machine evaporated after it's use. "Now, let's begin!"

The meowth came out of the shadows, launching itself at Aaron, only to find itself attacking thin air. It made an angry noise which sounded like a frustrated writer running out of hilarious analogies. It spotted the bear again, and rushed towards it, only to find itself attacking thin air again. It looked around. Aaron, a single pokemon, had somehow surrounded it with copies of itself. It struggled, trying to put it's three shadow brain cells together to figure out what had happened. It's not normally this hard. And then it hit itself in confusion. Charlotte had been up in the air, using swagger, the confusion being amplified by Aaron's Double Team and it's own low IQ. It kept hitting itself on confusion, then collapsed on the floor, panting in exhaustion, about to try a Shadow Sneak on the Frosslass -

When it couldn't see. A bright Flash of light had blinded it. It must've whacked itself in confusion a few more times, before collapsing out of exhaustion and frustration.

"Well that's one of them." Gestavite said. "On to the next one!"

He did.