Category: Pokémon
Rating: M
Couples: ?/OC
Warnings: AU, hint of rape/character death
Chapter: 11
Copyright: Characters & places © By Game Freak, Plot © by me
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"Then I only have one real question left..." Allortan leaned back lightly, resting on the table he had been sitting at. "How utterly incompetent are the people that do vetting around here?"
"Pardon?" The higher official blinked a few times, utterly confused at what the other was getting at. "How is… what is…?"
"How are people vetted if 'domestic terrorism' is an immediate turn-down?" The lawyer looked far more innocent than his question would make people believe.
"Perhaps the fact that people didn't expect Diantha to start dabbling in that?" Lance muttered perhaps a touch too loudly. "I think Lysandre is really not relevant here."
"He is though..." Allortan countered, gesturing to the older male. "I have four different people who independently informed me that he was convicted – roughly 2,5 decades ago – of 6 counts of domestic terrorism, among others."
"I think Diantha is grasping for straws." A smug voice came from the front. "Perhaps…."
"Six counts of domestic terrorism, two murders, three attempted murder..." Fantina's voice cut through his smug demeanor. "One of which was mine." She looked up calmly from the notebook she had been working on. "Shall I continue?"
"I think that is enough for now."
Cynthia suddenly knew why her colleague had insisted on coming, resisting the urge to demand why the Hearthome Gymleader had not told her about this. That could wait until they were in the hotel again. Not much longer than that though, because attempted murder was not something you should drop on a person all of a sudden.
"I think we need some more information about that..."
"You cannot be taking them serious." The old man's voice positively dripped with disdain.
"Yes, yes… women have their brains somewhere far south." Fantina sharply spoke up, glowering at him. "I know your talk very well, so spare us both the bother, won't you?"
"Fantina." Allortan warned her softly. "Let me handle this, ma chère." Her gaze darkened and she leaned back, but did no longer speak up. "As Lady Fantina so… clearly pointed out, there have been accusations of things I'd personally rather not have anywhere near children." He continued. "Not to distract from what is happening here regarding Diantha and Steven – because domestic terrorism in general should not be a thing – but… how do people say… He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at them."
Both Fantina and the old man were both glowering at him, though for different reasons.
"These are serious accusations." One of the higher-ranked League-members remembered that they were supposed to be in charge. "Besides Fantina's word, what proof do you have?"
"Three more words, as well as the documentation of the trail and Monsiour Lombardt's recent travels." The young lawyer reached over the table for his bag, pulling the map his daughter had delivered him earlier that day from it. "Copies of the summary are in here, if you wish them."
"Yes, please." The woman leaned forward with hand outstretched, adjourning the proceedings the moment she had the map in her hand.
The older man stormed off as quickly as his bad legs would allow. Fantina passed him by as she walked up to the front, both glaring at one another briefly. Cynthia followed her Gym Leader, intending to demand an explanation at the first chance she got.
Diantha rose from her seat, rounding the desk to the two men and purple-clad Gym Leader. Before she even got there, Fantina was already turning to leave.
"Let her." Allortan stopped Cynthia from following the other Sinnohan woman.
"She just let us all know she nearly got murdered at some point." The blonde countered with just a hint of anger. "That is not something you just throw into the group and then walk away from."
"I know very well what happened." He took hold of her shoulder. "Fantina was furious when finding he was involved."
"I heard that through the walls." Lucian added softly, joining his Champion even as several other Leagues filled out. Most of the Kalosian Gymleaders staid behind, though they lingered near the benches where they had been sitting. "I assume she called you immediately as well?"
"From what I gathered, yes." The lawyer nodded lightly, running one hand through his hair. "Alas, I am not that involved in League-matters, so I do not know how quickly, but I assume it was quickly."
"You didn't by any chance save any copies of that trail-documentation for us?" Steven demanded, arms crossed while one hand toyed absentmindedly with his Mega-stone. "I do quite want to know what exactly resulted in that list of crimes."
"I want to know how that apparently passed under their radar." Wulfric spoke up, looking darkly at the door the higher administrative staff had left.
"Same."