Bona-Fide Mastah
Goldenrod, Clavis Estate
Jason:Hoo...found it!
Ragna:<After looking for hours.>
Jason:Hush, you! I forgot!
Ragna:<We were here before!>
Jason:Under duress!
-Pop!-
Kiyo:<Duress? Like...a dress?>
Jason:Snrk...nonono...like...stress, and such.
Kiyo:<Oooooooh...>
-In any case, they've arrived.-
Goldenrod
-Okay, now Eskay is really available.-
-Maybe.-
Mikon :3
Goldenrod
-Morgi hugs Maria back.-
So...what would you like to do for dinner?
-She notices Eskay and gives him a little wave.-
edited 27th Nov '14 3:30:55 PM by Morgikit
Atlas
Clavis Estate
(Alex, as usual, arrived without anyone noticing him. In fact, he may not even have received the invitation. It's hard to tell with him.)
edited 27th Nov '14 3:30:26 PM by Uilleam
Tastes better on the way back down.
Somewhere
*Wuh-thoomp!*
Selene: <There you are!>
-Selene pokes Pent on the shoulder.-
Selene: <We've got a place to be!>
Clavis Manor
-Dune and Deziree approach the gates, arm-in-arm.-
Dune: Wow. Yep... still looks almost exactly the same.
Deziree: Only it isn't completely white.
Dune: That was because of the snow.
Deziree: I know that! I was just pointing it out.
Dune: Surrrrrrre you were.
-Deziree playfully shoves Dune.-
Deziree: Smartass. :P
Clavis Manor, Kitchens
Champloo: ~Keep an eye on those timers, watch the cranberries', and whatever you do, do not serve that pie ahead of schedule.~
-Champloo begins double checking the cranberry sauce.-
-Ren has given security pictures of all known (prior to the 21st of November) J-team members. As such, all are buzzed in without problems, although that everyone has to make thier own way up the well lit drive.-
-Ren comes down the stair after cleaning up a bit, wearing his informal attire
◊, ready to greet guests.-
Kitchens
-The staff are following Champloo's instructions, and are surprised at his skill in the culinary arts.--By the way, those cranberries are done.-
edited 27th Nov '14 3:35:48 PM by keys2tkingdom
Not A Lawyer
Goldenrod City
-Minstrel, Troubadour and Poet are currently wandering through the city, the latter two looking rather exasperated.-
Poet: <Just admit it. We're lost.>
Minstrel: We are not lost! We just happen to be exploring all possible routes for the sake of completeness.
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
Atlas
Clavis Estate
(Alex, who had been reading a nondescript book while slumped in his seat, turns to stare at Ren.)
Alex: ...hallå? I assume you're Renard Clavis?
Tastes better on the way back down.
-to Alex- Yes I am. I'm assuming you're with the J-Team then?
-Rio appears behind Ren as Ren offers his hand to Alex-
Ren: I don't recognize your face, although that doesn't mean much considering how many of us their are and how fast people join.
Fwomph
Whoahey
-Pent flails a little-
Do we..? >.<
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Goldenrod
-Eskay notices Minstrel, tilting his head slightly-
Eskay: Er... you all right?
-Remember when I said MGMT was with him? That was a lie. It's Cass.-
Cass: <He looks lost. And I'm not talking about his sense of direction.>
Bona-Fide Mastah
Goldenrod
Maria:Hmmm...anything you want!
-Maria giggles, then notices the wave.-
Hm? Who's that?
Clavis Manor
Jason:-waves on approach.-Yo! Ren, Alex. Happy Thanksgiving!
edited 27th Nov '14 3:48:05 PM by Skyzerk
Atlas
Clavis Estate
Alex: It's, uh, nice to meet you, Herr Clavis. You have a fancy place.
(Svavel is also out, casting a critical eye over the empty table.)
edited 27th Nov '14 3:57:26 PM by Uilleam
Tastes better on the way back down.
Somewhere
Selene: <Yes! Ren is having one of his holiday dinners, and we're invited!>
-Selene huffs up, puffing her cheeks.-
Clavis Manor
-Dune and Deziree walk in, waving to people as they pass.-
Dune: Still pretty big.
Deziree: If we ever settle down, we need a maid.
Dune: What prompted this?
Deziree: I tried doing laundry today.
Dune: "Tried"?
Deziree: Yes.
Not A Lawyer
Goldenrod City
-Minstrel stops suddenly upon being addressed and turns on his heel to face Eskay, giving a twirl of his cane as he does.-
Minstrel: Why, never better! There is the minor matter of the whereabouts of the local Pokemon Center, which are presently eluding me, but as it stands I am in the peak of health and spirits. As for yourself, good sir?
Poet: <We're not. We've been following this idiot for a whole day and haven't had a chance to sit down yet.>
-Troubadour looks Eskay up and down.-
Troubadour: <...Goodness me, but that outfit of yours needs some new stitches.>
edited 27th Nov '14 4:01:27 PM by Herbert40k
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
Fwomph
Oh, right, yeah he is! >.<
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Goldenrod
There is a Jeff somewhere, as well as his team. You want more than that? Too bad, I'm stuck on a Kindle Fire.
Mikon :3
Goldenrod
-Morgi sighs a little.- S-He's just...a friend. I think he's busy though.
-to Maria- How does [Chinese] sound?
Goldenrod
Eskay: I... er...
-He adjusts the broken mask on his face to hide his somewhat nervous expression.-
Eskay: I'm fine. And so is my outfit. I don't care if it's a bit worn, it's perfectly fine.
Cass: <You all should probably start some sort of protest to sit down or something.>
Izzy was the fastest off all of them, giving her ample time to come up with a plan to deal with the hail of bullets coming their way. Waiting until Torque wasn't paying attention, she dashed over to the back of the robot with Quick Attack, and quickly clambered up near to it's right arm, on which the machine gun was mounted on.
Flaring her frill, she cracked and sparked with electrical energy before discharging a large bolt of lightning at the weapon.
Torque: <What the-?!>
The electricity striking the gun traveled through the metal components to the bullet chamber, setting off the gunpowder within the ammo contained within.
The combined force of all the bullets exploding tore the gun from the arm and down onto the floor, the weapon nothing more than a twisted wreck as Izzy hopped back off the robot.
Izzy: <EAT IT, REX!>
Torque: <NO! NO!>
The Heliolisk sprinted out of the way to avoid immediate retaliation as Lake checked the rest of the team quickly.
Lake: <You all okay? He didn't hit you, right?>
Stratus: <Phew...fine over here...>
Gelatine: <I may have lost a few years from the back end of my life, but I think I'll live...>
Izzy: <A-okay, bud!>
Lake nodded at Izzy, flashing her a thankful grin.
Lake: <How did you know that would happen?>
Izzy: <Let's just say, you learn a few things when someone points a gun at you.>
The Feraligatr blinked in surprise.
Lake: <Do I even want to-? Oh, nevermind! Now's our chance!>
Izzy discharged another Thunderbolt at the mechanical dinosaur as Gelatine launched a Royal-blue bolt of Draconic power.
At the same time, Lake preformed some rhythmic movements, as did Stratus. Except the latter was less graceful.
Stratus: <And that's what it's all about!>
Izzy: <...What.>
As Lake dropped to all fours and rushed the robot, he jumped into the air and swung a tail coated in water at the robot's body, slamming into it with a loud “clang!”
Torque: <Hey! HEY! Be careful! This is a delicate piece of machinery!>
Shooting up into the sky, Stratus held out his claws, which sheathed themselves in a long lime-green energy, before diving down and slashing at the machine.
While all these attacks were hitting, the robot's metallic body was easily weathering the blows. The team's attacks leaving little more than scorch marks or dents, much to their worry.
Stratus: <Jeez! This thing's as tough as a Steel-type!>
Torque: <Precisely! You can hammer this thing all you want, nobody's bringing me down! And it just so happens...>
The robotic Tyrantrum held out it's arms to the sides as a set of large metal claws extended from each hand with a loud “shing!”
<I've still got plenty more toys to play with!>
Somewhere
Selene: <Yeah! Now, hold this.>
-Selene shoves a parasol into Pent's hands.-
Fwomph
Oh, sure dear. ^_^
-Pent holds onto the parasol-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Not A Lawyer
Goldenrod City
-Minstrel tilts his head at Eskay.-
Minstrel: Are you? I don't mean to rebuke your reputation as a reliable individual, but you have a few things to learn about the art of acting. Hiding your anxiousness is easier if you wear a less mangled mask, for a start.
-He chuckles slightly, then gives a small bow.-
Minstrel: But where are my manners? You inquire as to my wellbeing, and I reply by lecturing you on the finer points of stagemanship! Perhaps we ought to prepare more proper introductions. Your name?
Troubadour: <Hmm... I'll admit, I can see the kind of look you're going for. Rather deshabille, if I do say so myself. I'd recommend a plain domino mask instead, though, for that authentic Zorro-esque style.>
-Poet glances over at Cass.-
Poet: <Knowing our trainer, he'd probably join in. After digging out an appropriate protester disguise, that is.>
edited 27th Nov '14 4:15:18 PM by Herbert40k
Trans rights are human rights. JK Rowling preaches hate. If you sit at a table with five bigots and say nothing, there are now six bigots.
Bona-Fide Mastah
Goldenrod
Maria:That sounds great!
-Lane chuckles.-
Lane:That sounds awesome right now.
edited 27th Nov '14 4:23:43 PM by Skyzerk
Somewhere
-There's a Pent around, being all sneaky and stuff-
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.