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The Plain Bean — Yesterday

Rose: Um... are you okay, Sav?

Opelucid

-Mason stares at JD-

Mason: ...Pardon, but what the fuck?

-He shakes his head, and looks at Jared-

Mason: I've got ways to disguise myself however I need. Zombie, lich, the enemy, another J-Teamer, you name it.

-He heads into Room 33-

JD shrugs at the competition, "Really now?"

He stands straight, "Relay 4. Redirect."

He teleports out in a static crackle.

He reappears inside room 33.

"Close enough, sucker punch. Now."

Snakeye smiled, dropping his arms and dashing forward, pulling a "fist" pack and flinging it straight at Vilkas.

edited 26th Nov '17 2:49:56 PM by EchoingSilence

Opelucid

-Jean shuffles in, akwardly silent. Jared looks around eagerly-

Jared: Cool meeting place! You own this apartment, Volpe? It suits you.

Route 5

-Izaya chuckles-

Izaya: You clearly don't recognize sarcasm when you hear it, kid.

edited 26th Nov '17 2:55:49 PM by Umbramatic

-Her face reddens further.-

Savannah: Y-yeah! It's nothing. Never mind.

-Shun looks about ready to physically fight Ezran.-

Shun: ...Slander From Space With Love if you must, but I will not hear a word against 80's music.

-He huffs and takes a seat in Room 33.-

-Once again, Lucius looks kinda wrongfooted by Izaya.-

Lucius: Are you kidding me? I'm the sarcasm master.

-He scowls.-

Lucius: Seriously, though, the whole situation's fucked up and I haven't got the first clue what to do about it.

edited 26th Nov '17 2:53:21 PM by Herbert40k

-Shun looks about ready to physically fight Ezran.-

Shun: ...Slander From Space With Love if you must, but I will not hear a word against 80's music.

-He huffs and takes a seat in Room 33.-

-Once again, Lucius looks kinda wrongfooted by Izaya.-

Lucius: Are you kidding me? I'm the sarcasm master.

-He scowls.-

Lucius: Seriously, though, the whole situation's fucked up and I haven't got the first clue what to do about it.

edited 26th Nov '17 2:53:21 PM by Herbert40k

The Weavile huffs at the extra displays of the gang.

Weavile: <Are all these displays of gauche grandiosity strictly necessary?>

Volpe chuckles as he ruffles his Weavile's feathers.

Volpe: Nero! Nero! Why do you look so down amico? If it's the crowd, I have my trust in them. Though I have a Hunch about that science-looking fellow... Keep an eye on him

The Weavile, now identified as "Nero", does so.

Volpe: SO! Are we all here now?

edited 26th Nov '17 2:55:54 PM by PippingFool

Celadon

Sheogorath: HAH! I forgot, looking like this is a bit beyond the Pale. Which I don't get why that's a bad thing, no one wants stay in the Pale! It's really, really cold there! But anyway.

-He taps his cane on the ground a few times, and is now a Smeargle.-

-He's still wearing the orange and purple doublet, though.-

Sheogorath: I'm a laugh riot at parties! Sometimes a literal riot! You'd be amaze at how well a few broken storefront windows get the festivities going!

-Coyote tiredly slinks out from his shadow.-

Coyote: Clavis, this is Sheogorath. He wandered in from an alternate timeline, and has been... lodging... with me for the last while. Sheogorath, this is Renard Clavis. He's a mortal I make deals with.

Sheogorath: Oh WOW! You make deals, too?! Maybe I should have you trade notes with Clavicus! On second thought, I'd rather not do anything to make Clavicus too happy, he tends to get in the habit of making sentient soul-stealing swords when he gets out of hand. And off his rocker! People say I'm crazy, but I'm not the one who made a floating asteroid city that steals people's souls! And that happened on accident!

Grand Darkrai

Daydre half-runs, half slip-'n-slides into the elevator (the Aqua Jet left behind an unfortunate amount of water). She recalls Azure as soon as she's inside.

-Blink combo x 99!-

Ren: Um... Hello, Sheogorath.

-Ren looks at Coyote unsure of what to do.-

-Ren still has that invitation in his right hand addressed to Coyote.-

 Opelucid, yesterday 

-To Volpe-

Yeah, let's get this show on the road.

Opelucid

Ezran: -She gives an impish grin- "Oooh~? Did I just find a button to push~? Hilarious." -She brushes some of her hair back behind her ear with a deadpan expression- "But now it's time to work, wannabe detective. Let's see if Interpol has improved any these past few years."

-Weskel shuffles into the room and immediately hides in a corner-

-Jeremiah and Gordes both gravitate behind Ezran and nod to Volpe-

-Verax just nods- "Go ahead."

Room 33

Jared: I'm here! What do you wanna say dude?

Jean: Most of us seem to be... What is this assignment anyway?

Route 5

Izaya: Well it seems like this J-Team is ultimately no good if they cast lots with Cipher, yes?

Tangrowth: <Double triple no good even!>

edited 26th Nov '17 3:07:55 PM by Umbramatic

Room 33

Mason: I certainly hope we're all here. Anyone else waiting in Opelucid is gonna get lost trying to find where we all went, and I'm not gonna be the one looking for them.

The Plain Bean — Yesterday

Rose: You sure? I'm still totally open for talking about stuff.

Celadon

Sheogorath: Ah! Dumbstruck. Dumbstruck-ed-ness. How I missed that sort of reaction! Much better than being stabbed with a fork. Well, sometimes. Salad forks are alright, though, I suppose.

-Coyote sighs.-

Coyote: Look, I'll take the invitation, but-

Sheogorath: Then WE can throw a party of our own! We can invite him! And his family! And ourselves! And Stanley, from Passwall!

Coyote: Yeah, whatever, look, I'm trying to work here-

Sheogorath: That sounds tiring. You should take a vacation!

-Coyote is about an inch away from strangling the bizarre little Smeargle.-

Coyote: YES! FINE! I'LL TAKE A PARTY VACATION!

-He takes the envelop from Ren's hand.-

Coyote: THERE! HAPPY?!

Sheogorath: ... Can I get some cheese?

Coyote: THE CHEESE IS WAITING FOR YOU BACK AT THE ROOM!

Sheogorath: Then yes, I'm happy! Ta ta!

-Sheogorath taps his cane on the ground and disappears in a swarm of miniature Butterfree. Coyote has never looked this upset before.-

Coyote: I. HATE. HOUSE GUESTS!

-Shun glares at Ezran, but says nothing and turns back to Volpe.-

Shun: ...I believe so, yes.

-Lucius sighs.-

Lucius: ...See, that's what I'm trying to get my head around. A lot of them - well, some of them, anyway - are my friends, and they were hurt by Cipher too. Now, though... they're just letting this happen. The enemy's right in front of them and they're embracing the people responsible for their pain.

-He narrows his eyes at Izaya.-

Lucius: Also, I thought I told you to cut the psychic shit out. I never even mentioned the J-Team.

edited 26th Nov '17 3:12:17 PM by Herbert40k

Savannah: Yeah! I'm j-just being weird.

The Plain Bean — Yesterday

-Rose giggles-

Rose: If you say so, Sav.

-She smiles-

Rose: Still, offer's open.

-Maggie is heading toward Driftveil and se might pass by Colton-

Ren: -to Coyote- Oddly enough. I really do feel for you. Take all the cheese in the kitchens. Anything past what you need for the ring is my treat.

-Ren hold up an Ultra Ball- As for me, I have to be the warden for a Ninetales with a criminal record. Not as bad as you have it, but this guy here being around grates on me as much as your guest grates on you.

-Ren nods his head to Coyote.-

Ren: Good luck to us both.

edited 26th Nov '17 3:23:51 PM by keys2tkingdom

Nimbasa City

Clutching the scarf and twirling it around like it would act as some sorta flag waving Tagg and whoever over, Colton was only vaguely aware that it went flying.

Possibly in Maggie's direction.

edited 26th Nov '17 3:25:07 PM by AbsentCoder

Celadon

-Coyote slooooowly drags his hands down his face.-

Coyote: Well, at least nothing he can do on this plane of existence can't be undone...

-He slinks back into the shadows, dragging a little with obvious fatigue.-

-Maggie turns in the direction of the scarf when se sees it coming and fumbles a bit, but catches it-

Maggie: "Ah, uh... this yours?"

Nimbasa City

Colton chased it down, coming face-to-face with Maggie. "Yeah, thanks, sorry."

He reflexively snatched it and draped it over his neck, only realizing the problem when he went quadrupedal. <Whoops.>

<Tagg?> The Lycanroc asked to the wind, hoping Maggie couldn't understand him.

edited 26th Nov '17 3:28:00 PM by AbsentCoder

Volpe smiles. His yellow, black speckled, rotting teeth fully on display as he looks over the team assembled.

Volpe: So here we are. A team of fash bashers assembled for the goal and purpose of one thing only - to steal the Head Scientist of Neo-Flare from out of that hive of scumbags while causing as much chaotic collateral damage as possible.

Now. I'm pretty sure y'all know this by now, but I should re-iterate the point for some who think this is just an exercise to put on their big boy pants and look smart in front of the bossman.

He pointedly glances over Shun at this, before his smile drops and his expression becomes dour and serious.

Volpe: Old Flare has this... reputation of being populated and staffed by incompetent morons, easily disposed of and not really out to hurt you - like bad Saturday morning cartoon villains? These guys? These guys are not like those guys. These guys are a-grade, no frills, out and about, open, violent fascist scum. They won't exercise restraint because you're young or you look lost. They won't show compassion because at least one of you here is a legal minor. They will kill you if they get the chance, and make a public display of you in doing so.

If you aren't going to take this seriously, underestimate you're up against and/or uncomfortable with the possibility of death, back out now. You are going to be nothing but a useless dead-weight to this campaign and I'd rather you out now rather than fucking up someone else's life on the job, Capeesh?

The room drops to a chilling temperature as if to accentuate the seriousness of Volpe's claims.

edited 26th Nov '17 3:30:25 PM by PippingFool