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Fortree

-Joseph blinks-

I'm not going to do what, now?

Fortree

Hajime: "...Well, you were acting kind of weird last time I ran into you."

"And you bit this Psychic guy's arm because you thought Haru summoned him or something."

Fortree

-Joseph nods slowly-

Joseph: Ah...well, don't worry. I'm not biting anyone's arms today!

How is Haru, incidentally?

Fortree

Hajime: "Oh, good."

Haru: <Fine.>

Hajime: "Uh, yeah, she's started speaking some."

edited 27th May '15 7:37:17 PM by CorvusAtrox

Fortree

Joseph: She did, eh? She sounds laconic.

Outside the Devon Corp Rustboro, some time in the past - at night.

The city is quiet tonight. The air is still, the sky is clear and there is hardly a peep about.

Outside of a few stragglers lounging under streetlamps and beside builds. There is hardly a soul about.

Devon Corp, past

-Odin is here, looking for Constantin stealthily-

Rustboro TS

Constantin is nowhere to be seen.

However, a tramp slumped against the Devon Corp walls DOES notice Odin and, and perks one lazy eye up in his direction.

Tramp: Oiy, buddy, you lookingg fer someone at this hour?

The man is tattered in appearence, and is pretty much covered in scraps and rags from head to toe. His thick, grizzly Hoennese accent seems to be dripping with the slurring effects of alcohol.

edited 27th May '15 7:54:07 PM by PippingFool

Fortree

Hajime: "Well, that could be because she's still learning."

Haru: <Yeah.>

Devon Corp, past

Odin: Er, no, just taking a stroll...

Rustboro

Tramp: Dun look like it, yer lookin' fer someone. I can tell.

The glint of a smile can be seen through the rags.

Tramp: Whatchya gunna do when ya find 'em, mate? Go on a heist or somethin'? Sounds like ya have a good ol' time on your hands indeed.

edited 27th May '15 9:09:46 PM by PippingFool

Devon Corp, past

Odin: -glares- If you know what's good for you you'll mind your own business, lowlife.

Rustboro

A meancing chuckle radiates through the air as the figure stands up and changes to a very different thick accent.

"Tramp": The thing about espionage and disguises, mon ami, is that you have to blend in with your surroundings. You break in or lurch around a building with a bright uniform and high tech weapons visible on your person? You are a threat, you'll get caught. As some street wretch reeking of alcohol and covered in dirt? You're a nuisance, yes, but you are also invisible.

He walks over and pats Odin on the shoulder.

Tramp Constantin: There is a reason why my department was not well known outside of the faculties. And why I mandate that no-one wears the uniform on covert missions.

edited 27th May '15 8:42:18 PM by PippingFool

Near Cons, past

Odin: -blinks- Er, yes, cousin. You're quite right. Should I get changed?

Rustboro.

Constantin lazily waves his hand.

Constantin: No need, after all I do have this...

Constantin pulls out a white, reflective, metallic-esque cloak from underneath his gaudy garments.

Constantin: I'm assuming you have yours...?

Near Cons, past

-Odin grins and pulls his out-

Odin: Yep!

Outside Devon

Constantin: Right. Then let's don our cloaks for this joyful hour~

Constantin puts on his cloak

Constantin: Oh, bit of warning about these. The invisibility effect of these prototypes can only be triggered by electromagnetic pulses. In other words, yours is going to be useless if you dare stray out of my radius, large though it is. So to be on the safe side, it's better to keep close. Got it?

Near Cons, past

-Odin dons his cloak and moves closer to Cons-

Odin: Got it.

Rustboro

Constantin: Right then, now we can start moving...

Constantin looks up at a window around three floors up.

Constantin: Just a moment~

Constantin begins scaling the building's surface, whether that be by trained talent or if assisted by his psychic powers is unknown. When he arrives at the windowsill, he nudges himself into the crevice and pulls out a bobby pin from a pocket.

Constantin: Heh... It's been a while since I played the role of a petty thief~

He twists the pin into shape and places it in the lock, focusing most of his mental energy on the lock itself. After a few twists and turns, a satisfying ~*click*~ is heard.

Constantin: C'est bien~

Cons opens the window and slinks inside, taking a cursory look around.

Constantin: Now for the meat of the mission...

Constantin is about to step forwards, when he realizes something and turns back towards the window, sticking his head out.

Constantin: -To Odin- Do you require assistance?

Near Cons, past

Odin: I've got this.

-Pulls out a grappling hook and uses it to get up to the window-

edited 28th May '15 8:07:06 AM by Umbramatic

Inside the Devon Corp Building.

Constantin yanks Odin inside the building when he's close enough.

Constantin: I decided to assist you, regardless.

Near Cons, past

-Odin is pulled in-

Odin: Thanks.

Inside the Building.

Constantin: You're welcome.

Constantin shuts the window and leans over next to a broom.

Constantin: Thankfully, this happens to be one of the few places not properly hooked up to a security camera. The one up there has been damaged for a while and was slated for repair tomorrow.

That gives us time to scour. You're the man with the holograms, so tell me, can you make a three dimensional map of this building pointing us to the archives?

Near Cons, past

-Odin presses a button on his watch, generating a hologram of the building with a convoluted path to the basement-

Odin: We certainly have a long ways to go...

Devon Corp.

Constantin: And it's filled with adversary. The west wing on the 2nd floor is often well guarded at night, and the north corridor on B3 has laser triggers. Hmm.

Constantin chuckles.

Constantin: Though, we have technology on our side, ready for a heist?