"Good, we got a name," Silas responded, he tapped another key command and other computer booted up, "Over there you can make modifications to the design of the suit, even design weapons if needed. Program is intuitive and we can add it to the fabber queue after."

~Thank Arceus he's a total tech nerd, makes it useful for getting this stuff.~

"As for your stuff Kai, I have some specifics in mind."

At that, Roxy stepped in, followed by Muggy who wiggled more and still had the ever present :3 face on.

"Hello Rogue, or should I say Kai?"

"She found out herself by the by, I didn't tell her."

"Wasn't too hard, just had to go over likely suspects and pick out the most twink looking Frontier brain."

Silas sighed and shook his head, "Anyways the designs I have for you relate to Fox in a way, her suit is a electroactive polymer suit that responds to movement and intent granting a 6 times increase in physical ability."

"Or in non technobabble, it's a electric muscle suit that makes you 6 times stronger," Roxy responded before rolling up a sleeve and flexing a bicep.

Silas clicked the pDroid in his hand and a design came up, of a simple pattern suit, which with another click had a outer layer removed revealing the internal workings, "I also looked at cloaking ideas and I think I may have one."

Next design was of a cloak made of advanced metamaterials, "Optic cloaking with internal heat syncs, it'd render you invisible to visual detection and thermal when totally still."

-Kai gives a rather disgruntled look toward Roxy.-

Kai: ...Yeah, we're gonna have to figure out a way to better throw people off my trail in terms of identity. A better mask would go a long way, sure, but I'm gonna need a way to counter the evidence that's already out there...

-They sigh, and look at the suit plans-

Kai: ...That looks... nice. I like it so far.

Stormchaser, last night

-To Maggie-

Yeah, fair, though back then we were more ignorant than malicious. Calling it a gender-bending amulet when it would've been more accurately described as a sex-reassignment amulet since gender is a matter of personal perception and not what you have between your pants.

Stormchaser, today

-Checking out my hydroponic garden-

Well at least my other mons kept it going...

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Halis is currently sleeping just outside of a building, a large pile of mostly-worthless, but shiny, rocks next to them.

Halis: <...No, no, it's alright, you can have the room... it's probably just haunted, anyway, Lucius...>

They wake up and look around.

Halis: <Mmh... I keep forgetting what I was doing. Oh well, it's probably not important.>

They then start fiddling with the rocks, trying to see if any of them fit together.

"Already working on that part," Silas commented, "I do think we have a level of filter around us so nobody associates my metal fist with the metal fist of the Jackal or Stylus. At least not people without major inspective skill, considering Delta."

He then picked up a helmet of sort, flicked a switch and tossed it over to Kai, the helmet flickered for a moment and on it's smooth face appeared a mask with a fancy domino pattern on it, "That was the first thing I worked on, it's a general size so it should fit your head no problem, but I figured the Rogue of the future would want a better mask than a domino set."

Hacks rolled his eyes, ~He really likes fancy technology.~

"It's useful, we're taking a new step, as for disguising the rest of you."

Roxy spoke up, "The suit can be made to look different if need be, reduce the twink frame a bit, visual customization is fun!"

"They also come with built in environmental conditioners so you can use them in any environment on the planet... barring a few obvious ones," Silas added.

"Of course this is also your brainstorming session, the Jackal provides but only at request, so, what do you want?" Silas asked, a devious grin appearing on his face.

Stormchaser, last night

Maggie: "Yeah, that makes more sense as a word for it, really."

"Anyway... could you use any help dusting? I bet Ricin kinda wants to help."

-The Muk is already eating up dust-

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"life is just a series of increasingly canon-eluding ao3 tags" ~ everydunsparce "Keep your hellfruit away from me, tempter" ~ also Every

Stormchaser, last night

-To Maggie-

Yeah, sure.

-And continues dusting-

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

-Kai catches the helmet, looks it over a few times, then lowers their hood and puts it on.-

Kai Rogue: Not bad, not bad. I think I can work with this.

-They think to themself.-

Rogue: ...Out of curiosity, how fire-resistant is this? Because I've had... a close call with thermite traps, and for that and for other reasons, I'm considering implementing the stuff into my tool set. Somehow.

Rose: Hey, no problem. Gotta look out for each other and all.

-She smiles.-

-At any point, Tagg might notice Echo going back and forth between her office and one other room in the airship.-

At that point a voice shouted out, <IT'S AMBER TESTED AND APPROVED! I AM THE GODDESS OF AAAAAALL FLAME!>

Silas waved that off, "Completely fireproof, environmental conditioning and the mask comes with air filters. Amber's just excited cause she got to burn things, she's a very "when all you have is a hammer" type of gal."

Muggy was now circling Rogue, <You look very cool!>

Vermilion City

There was a pause. Rourke looked a bit closer at where Ever was.

Rourke: Oh, they're teaching. That explains the music from earlier.

Kanto Airport

Caddicarus began to walk off a plane.

Caddicarus: Whew. If that flight was a game, I'd give it a slaughter. I wonder what adventures I'll get up to in Kanto this time.

He freed his mons, which were a Zangoose and Seviper respectively.

Caddicarus: Hopefully not a lot. I'm exhausted from Unova... But first, let's get our luggage!

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i think i’m in love (probably just hungry)

Oblivion Wing

-Pent's been watching the other demonstration and seems to have started drawing some things idly-

Seems tech these days can replicate quite a lot...

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Erzatz Alliance - Past

-The Groudon head begins to rise into the air once both players have grabbed it-

Down: "What?"

Girl: "Um"

-More Parade-sized pokemon balloons begin to emerge from the twister mat as the Groudon balloon, and the player, rise above where the ceiling seems like it should have been a few moments ago-

Girl: "The spinner won't stop, so, I think it's safe to say we're not playing Twister any more?"

Down: "House rules then?"

Girl: "First one to hit the ground loses?"

Down: "Sounds like twister to me!"

-Down hops off the Groudon onto a Butterfree float-

Vermilion Public Square

Me: Makes sense.

From what I could gather from the music I heard, they were teaching about water and plants...

♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...

Hal: <Oh, it was originally supposed to be a painting of my second cousin twice removed. He asked for it. He also wanted to pay in exposure. Ehhh, how do you say, I hate him. But I met with a terrible fate! My life was finished before my painting could be, but my spiritual self has no appendages with which to paint. Monsieur Ivan finished the painting to free my soul, oui.>

Ivan: "Yeah, that's right, Dad. I told you art class wasn't a waste."

...

"I'll edit that part out."

Stormchaser

-Notices Echo walking back and forth-

What's going on?

Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.

Geo Soc Office

Jonathan: Indeed. I get why'd you'd get pissed, though. How does this painting relate to the rest of your work. I mean, we have past interviews, but we'd just like to corroborate. Why'd you choose to have the painting restored with clown features? Was it really out of spite? This will attract controversies in the art world, especially in context with your earlier work prior to your untimely death.

Literally elsewhere

Lowell: Darling, they've recovered a lost Hal Lazarus painting. Recently restored, as well.

Helena: Well, is it up for auction?

Lowell: They haven't mentioned it yet.

Hal: <Truly, Monsieur, I had little say in the matter. I merely let Monsieur Ivan build upon my foundation. I would have directed him, oui, but it is very hard to give directions while you are a fine mist in the air, no? But Ivan, he did a good job. I assume he has some, how do you say, daddy issues, based on his incoherent muttering about clowns and his father. I think he reallt channeled his emotions into his work. You'll have to watch for him in the art world, I think, if he chooses to pursue it.>

Ivan: "...get off my case... dad... you afro-wearing red-nosed face-painted- What? Sorry, continue."

Hal: <...(He should probably pursue some family therapy, first.)... I was originally planning a more abstract interpretation of Monsieur Malloy, but Ivan's clown painting expresses some emotions. Very rough, yes, and not the emotions I'd use in my normal art, but I believe these emotions are important. Just look at it!>

-Hal gestures to the picture Ivan pulled up at his request. Jeez, it's really hard to look at- that guy's a really bad model, and the limited colors don't help.-

Hal: <Doesn't it just speak to you, Monsieur? The absolute expression displayed here?>

Geo Soc Offices

Human!Jonathan: You'd be surprised at how often I end up working with people who have massive daddy issues.

Elsewhere in Lumiose City

Dave: Seriously, why can't dad just ignore the weird thing outside. Everybody can see it. You don't have to call attention to it like some Captain Obvious.

Rotom!Jonathan: How deep does this wigglytuff hole go down?

PC: <We've barely scratched the surface.>

Rotom!Jonathan: Mom and dad were right. I should've just become a psychotherapist like they asked.

PC: <I'm sensing an ocean of parental issues in you as well.>

Rotom!Jonathan: I've taken my issues beyond the grave.

Geo Soc Offices

Human!Jonathan: And I was like "I don't want to be a psychotherapist and that is that." Parents, am I right?

Beat.

Human!Jonathan: Where were we? Oh, yes. What would the destiny of this painting be? Will we see it in exhibit in public anytime soon or would it be sent to an auction? 'Cause I can think of at least one buyer who would be all too eager to pay top dollar if you auctioned it.

Hal: <Ask my financial manager. Parasitic asshole. He manages my paintings, usually. Makes a profit off of em, more like. Actually, I have his number here.>

Sal: snrkt

Sal: "Unh... a painting? Just, just auction it off, send me a check, you know the drill."

...

Sal: "hey I thought you died"

Ivan: "Hm. He sounded very very caring."

Hal: <That settles it, I guess. shoulda fired him years ago.>

Geo Soc Offices

Jonathan: That'll be complicated. How would you credit your work, seeing as the final piece was completed on your behalf. How would you be sharing the credit? Is he still covered by your manager?

Beat.

Jonathan: We went off topic there. Anyway, our final question is that how would you respond to the inevitable criticism of your work and your approval of the changes made by Mr. Losken. After all, we are talking an art community still reeling from that botched restoration of that portrait of Arceus.

Ivan: "I have no idea what you're talking about. Credit? Did I overcharge my card or something?"

Hal: <With all due respect to the good people in the art community, Monsieur, those people hating on a brand new artist's first piece of work can bite my incorporeal ass. I died, and I fervently asked Monsieur Losken to restore my painting. It was my will. The art community these days is full of people who are more interested in auctioning and making a profit than actually appreciating the soul of the art, you know? I've stayed quiet about it for a lifetime, so I think in death, with no career ahead of me, I can speak my mind now.>

-Hal scoffs.-

<It's funny. I thought I'd be celebrated when I finally came back to life, as a visionary, or at least able to talk to my loved ones. All anyone has asked me about in my transition from death to new life is "How will this affect the market?" I spit on the market. Art should be free to all, not hoarded like a Druddigon's nest. I'm auctioning off this last piece, and if I ever make another piece of art, it will be displayed publicly. No exclusive museums or auctions. It will be publicly available to all. Shove that in your vintage art collection.>

...

Hal: <So anyways, I think we should wrap this interview up soon. I've got loved ones to reunite with and my own grave to visit. Maybe you'll accompany, Jonathan. It's up to Ivan, my trainer.>

Geo Soc Kalos HQ

Jonathan: That was brilliant. Brilliant. A true genius taken before his time.

Jon wipes a tear from his eye. The rest of the Arts and Culture department broke out in a rapturous applause.

Geo Soc HQ, Jean's office

Jean is once again talking to the communicator robot, with Hank on the other line.

Jean: So, I've listened to the closing statements of the Hal Lazarus interview earlier. His story is going in the cover of next month's issue in our edition of the magazine. You should receive the [English] copy soon.

Ding.

Hank: Cover story material? I'll be the judge of that.

-Ivan, Hal, Jonathan, and all the assorted mons are around.-

Hal: <Can't believe I missed my own funeral. I wonder if they had an open casket.>

Ivan: "Never understood embalming. Ain't that stuff carcinogenic and whatnot?"

Hal: <Oh, no, I wasn't embalmed. I specifically asked for a natural burial in my will. Here, I'll go down there and take a look.>

-Hal phases through the ground, leaving a multicolored puddle of paint. About a minute passes. Hal reemerges, seething.-

Hal: <THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS>

Ivan: "Why is it that lately, all I want to do is not be in a suit for a few weeks?"

Hal: <The auction is starting, Monsieur. Let's see which of these assholes gets to put a clown painting in their foyer.>

Foxverse

"If space were truly for dragons as you describe," Colton started, firing shots at both of them to help break free the grip one of them had on Star's ship. "How are we up here?"

Not your best work, Talbain observed.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Stormchaser, Past

Daydre gives a half-hearted smile in return.

off the shits