She turns to glare at him.

"I am doing my eyebrows."

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Lumiose, literally 3AM

Phaz: "That's a big ass mirror for that."

What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't gold

Nana's eyes gain a lens flare effect that grants her +2 Stun.

"I have bigass eyebrows."

Trope-tan is here! ➯ my pronouns are ze/hir

Lumiose, literally 3AM

Phaz: "Okay, fair enough. Right Taku?"

Takumi: <Phaz, I'm reading [Prisoner Of Askaban], what do you want?>

Phaz: "Kay nevermind."

What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't gold

Interpol HQ

-Back at his desk at Interpol's headquarters, Shun is pacing up and down, looking frustrated while his Sableye looks up at him.-

Shun: Urgh, I can't believe it...

Gregson: <That you let the thief get away?>

Shun: No, that I met one of the stars of From Space With Love and didn't ask her for an autograph!

Rasp Cavern

-Beneath one of the islands of Oblivia, in what only barely qualifies as an Elaborate Underground Base, a TV set is playing regional news.-

TV Newscaster: ...and though there were no serious injuries reported during the robbery, many onlookers were left terrified by the incident. Coming up next, the weather.

Lillianna: We should've been there.

-The wiry, short-haired individual turns to face her companion.-

Lillianna: This is the problem with having a headquarters so far removed from more densely populated regions. Our response time is severely hampered by our distance from these proceedings. By the time we're ready to move out, the incident has already been resolved.

Liam: Still, I like it h-here.

-The boy with messy hair looks up at Lillianna from the small allotment of Berry plants he's been tending to, exposed to sunlight by a crack in the cavern ceiling.-

Liam: Besides, I d-don't want to have to leave the garden yet. It's finally c-coming into bloom.

-Lillianna sighs.-

Lillianna: ...Fine. We can stay a while longer.

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.

JD is sitting at a desk head in his hands as he just grumbles, "Arceus damned costumed maniacs, everything became a blur and I couldn't keep track of anything."

He looked over at Shun, "Really? We let them get away and we have too many people interfere and the only reaction you have is a fucking autograph?"

Interpol HQ

-Shun bows his head.-

Shun: Right. Sorry.

-He looks back up at JD.-

Shun: ...I shouldn't have let them get away. It was my fault for letting my guard down like that.

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.

"Hey what's this I stuff, we both screwed up," JD added standing up and walking over.

"We just gotta get better for the next time, gem's gone, but last I checked Hoenn isn't a Duality Act going on."

JD smirked, "In fact, I think now that we know what's what, we should take more active steps for the next heist."

Interpol HQ

-Shun nods.-

Shun: That we should. Unfortunately, there's no mention of the third gem in Interpol's records. The only piece of information I've been able to find is a name, "The Emerald of the Endless Sky".

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.

Clay Cave:

There was a brief pause before a voice on the intercom replied, "We don't really know what's been going on. All we know is the biggest swarm of Onix, Durants and Zoobats that chased us into here, like we were being herded out of the way or something—"

"And behind it all were these weird kids about your guys' age in matching outfits. I couldn't tell whether they were suits or something, but they all had glowy eyes and spoke in unison," Another voice interrupted, prompting Mark to raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"That sounds pretty weird, but you guys mind letting us in? I don't know how many swarms are still out there, but I don't think I can handle another one so soon," Mark asked. His request would be followed by several moments of silence before the emergency doors slowly slid open, making enough noise to echo throughout the tunnel. Mark and Chopper would quickly rush inside once he was able to enter the emergency shelter, and the doors would slowly close whenever Hajime and his team would follow Mark inside.

Living The Fever Dream

JD smirked, "Well, that friend of mine might be able to help."

A ping would alert Shun on his computer, a email displaying a tour of the "The Emerald of the Endless Sky" and how it would be coming to the Kalosian National History Museum on Tour. After that would be a line from Pinnochio about strings.

JD sighed, turning off his main vocals and communicating straight with Clever, [Hey. Why did you add that bit?]

Clever just laughed darkly, "I wanna see how the meat detective handles it."

[Come on Clever, that's just rude. Don't be a dick!]

Clever shrugged, "It's fun watching you do detective work."

JD rolled his eyes and turned back to Shun, "Seems we got a lead."

R S M Doom Room

-The powder puts the front line to sleep before the Surf washes a good amount of them away-

-The torches get put out, but still more come from the ceiling, even with Nier's blades and Weiss' magic tearing through them-

-At least until a heavy thud impacts the door behind them-

-And then the sound of metal slicing metal fills the room-

???:<HAAAAAAAAAARGH!>

-The door is cut open, revealing both an elevator and a Doublade!-

Nier:<K...Kainé!>

Kainé:<What're you waiting for, get in!>

Interpol HQ

Shun: Hmm?

-He looks over at the notification on his computer and reads through the email, eyes narrowing as he does.-

Shun: ...If this is some kind of trick, then I am very unimpressed.

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.

JD shrugs, "Look if Clever wanted to cause trouble, he'd just teleport Prioris in her Ultra-Capture unit and let her run wild. And if we wanted to capture you, I'd just have to heft you over my head and get teleported out. Suffice to say, sure you don't have any major reason to trust me, but you don't have a lot of options otherwise."

Clever clapped silently.

Interpol HQ

Shun: ...That's not a very convincing argument.

-Nevertheless, he wheels his desk chair around to face JD.-

Shun: Alright. Pretend I trust you and your nebulous agenda for a moment. What's our next move?

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.

"It's not meant to be a convincing argument, it's meant to be a simple statement of facts."

JD adjusted his shirt and tie, "As for the next step, simple. We're going beyond a simple stakeout this time, we have the object of desire in sight, we just have to take steps to make sure they go after it."

He grinned, "After all, you ever gone fishing before?"

Interpol HQ

-Shun frowns.-

Shun: My grandfather took me once. I can't say I was much good at it.

Edited by Herbert40k on Aug 18th 2018 at 9:25:26 AM

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.

"Well Shun, then you should know that the most important thing to catch a fish, is bait."

JD smirked as he clicked on the image of the emerald, "And tell me, what's the most attractive bait to a masked maniac who gets their kicks by sneaking into a high security operation and stealing something, especially when they got 2 already?"

Interpol HQ

-Shun nods, still frowning.-

Shun: True. I'm not particularly enthusiastic about the potential for innocent bystanders to be put at risk, however.

Edited by Herbert40k on Aug 18th 2018 at 9:33:56 AM

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.

Stormchaser, Geographic Society Tempquarters

Shutter: Thomas, you're grounded.
Tommy: Say what? I am a grown man and you are not my Aunt April. I asked for your permission and escaped damage.
Shutter: But I am your immediate superior and you let Tobi get hurt. Now let me finish. This is not a disciplinary action. You are, as my de jure assistant, required to continue on my work in my absence. I've a script for you to edit and transcripts that need to be formatted, plus you need to send your footage and Gimbal's to Harvey's desk within the next 12 hours with a copy sent to Illumis Geographe for their half of the story. I'd say you're in no position to be going out of the town any more than you did. There's the Quiznos delivery hotline if you need any "food" plus some of my coupons. We'll go grocery shopping for real food tomorrow.
Tommy: Well, fine. But where are you going?
Shutter: To Interpol. I've a few interview questionnaires to distribute, talking head interviews to schedule, and footage rights to clear out.
Gimbal: <Heck, yeah, I'm getting my hero medal for saving the detecti->
Shutter: You are staying home to make sure nothing happens to Tommy. Watch him like a Talonflame. You too, Scout.

Scout jumps into Tommy's lap with an eager, happy expression. Charger shoots a cocky side-eye at an irritated Gimbal.

Tommy: Then who are you going with?
Shutter: Shinji and Charger. I felt bad leaving them here while the other three get to go on assignment. Scout just likes exploring this place. Attach the camera onto her when she wanders into something cool. She has outdoor playtime hours at the afternoon.
Tommy: Is that all?
Shutter: And yes, I've packed your reports in case the Gendarmerie didn't give a copy to Interpol.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Sep 4th 2018 at 12:52:33 AM

"So you mean to tell me he expected us to just give him everything on his list?" Krete told Jetta over the phone.

"Well... yeah," Jetta responded, tugging at her collar and nervously pacing up and down the room. Never mind that, when was she going to ask about the possibly life-threatening heist? She felt a tingling in her feet, an urge to say something...

"Well, screw him, then," Krete said back, almost instantly. "I don't have the time or patience to deal with entitled old farts like Ogden Dupont. He came to us with this offer, it's on him to listen to us; I had no stake in it whatsoever and nor does the company. If he wants a deal that badly he can call me directly and do his best to change my mind, when I'm ready, and not a second earlier. ...Also, Acquisitions wants to know how M-7 performed."

In an attempt to calm her nerves, Jetta sat down on her bed, crossing her legs together as if she was trying to 'lock' them. "O-oh, M-7? He did great! W-well, I mean, I didn't actually tell him to do anything, in fact, if it weren't for him my team wouldn't have gotten involved at all. He even communicated with me telepathically, with the mind-reading and the secret instructions..."

A pause.

"Interesting... but of course it doesn't change the fact that those costumed crooks got away with Dupont's Sapphire. Not that I really care, as far as I'm concerned Dupont's blue rock and anything having to do with Kyogre can go rot in Ultra Space."

"I-I know, Executive Vice-President, but... those guys, they were... I-I mean, don't get me wrong, they were dumb, but they were also, like... I feel like they were trying to catch us off-guard by acting more dumb than they were. In a way, they were both dumb and smart at the same time! And the one in charge, that... Whiptail, I think her name is? M-7 couldn't do a thing to her!"

"Hmm... I hate to admit it, but these people could come in handy, if they work for the highest bidder. Could even get Pokefutures' assets back from those thieves at PEFE. Or provide a distraction while a professional does it. Or something. I'm tired of using lawyers all the time."

"I know, right?" Jetta excitedly responded, failing to see the darker implications behind such a statement. Maybe she was just joking, who knows? Can be hard to tell with Krete sometimes. "Ooh, by the way; you said you wanted to talk to me about something else after I left the airport?"

"Well remembered... mentioning PEFE reminded me, I got another email over being interviewed by some gumshoe journalist. I told them they needed to battle you - obviously they don't, they can battle someone closer to them, like Price or Cunningham. I just said you because you were further away, which gives me time to adjust my schedule. The person's name is Hank Harvey, works for the Geographic Society. If they happen to be in Kalos..."

"I understand!" Jetta responded, making a note of Harvey's name and organization on the notepad left lying on her bedside table. "I'll contact them right away!"

"Eh... don't feel the need to rush," Krete emphasized. "I'd rather see them later than sooner. I have my hands full with potential gym challengers today already. Just try not to get kidnapped or wander into any more hostage situations today, will you?"

"Un-dee-stood, Executive Vice President! Over and out! I-I mean, over; I mean, just out! Yes, out!"

"Mm-hmm..." Krete said before the call was terminated.

"If you think like a child, you will do a child's work."

N's Castle, Some Time Ago

-Well, this is still a thing-

-After dispatching the Peek-a-Boos, our questionable heroes have come across a vine-covered well-

-Well.-

Contact Me!

N's Castle, A Long-Ass Time Ago

"... Well then."

Rabbid!Daydre gets a drum set from somewhere and does a rimshot.

"Wait, where did you and why- Oh. That was a pun wasn't it. Anyway."

off the shits

N’s Castle, Considerable Past

“Hang on,” Colton asked. Sylveon and Kazuma, both fairly wounded, stepped aside as their trainer looked down the well. If there was nothing to see even after shining his phone’s light down in it, he would descend the vines with a little help from illusory footholds.

He’d use them rather liberally, as he’d have to keep Pot Shot out should something attack.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Lumiose Game Corner

-Isbrand mumbles something about "remembering that the next time" and meanders off.-

-A motorcycle roars to life and takes off.-

"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"