Empathic Kid Hero-in-training
Mt. Moon
Me: Absolutely, you can come with us.
-I press a button on my Xtransceiver and a light appears in the middle of the screen-
Me: BIRD GO!!!
-a bright light surrounds me as I change into my costume-
-The light dies down and Ian the Pikipek appears-
Me: Let's go!
Edited by AnimeboyIanpower on Mar 12th 2019 at 7:53:44 AM
♪Show me the wisdom of the world... Tell me the secrets of the heart... and the sweet~ mysteries~ of love~...
Silas got into place on the other side of the door, waiting for the signal.
From: Jackal
Hey got word, the company "Galaran Signet Association" is going to be making the final push for Lycanrow soon. Did some digging and it's pretty clear who they are, their security sucks so the good news is we can get set up. Got any clear ideas on who you will "be" for this?
Bona-Fide Mastah
The Prost-Backstage
-Lane likewise gets into position-
Flying Colors
-Rose takes cover.-
Rose: Right. Ready when you are, I guess.
Ready for what? Not like I can do anything to help.
Corrin: Whatever we do, we should be careful not to disrupt the performance too much. I don't know what this guy's deal is, but we'd do well not to make him angry before we can afford to...
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Mar 12th 2019 at 9:05:25 AM
Not A Lawyer
Textspace - The Presenture
-A few minutes after Jackal's text, his phone buzzes with a reply.-
From: Gaia
Ah, thank you for the heads up.
The identity I had in mind was Marigold Taylor, a graduate biologist and expert in handling Shadow Pokemon (these being the scientific fields within which I feel I can most confidently bluff) recently transferred from Galar.
She is both extremely self-assured and utterly sycophantic, a combination that I hope will allow me to gather as much intel as possible and pass it on to the rest of the team before they attempt their insertion.
I will confess that my [German] is, quite frankly, atrocious, but I speak both [Japanese] and Galarian fluently. Hopefully this should be sufficient given the background I have provided, but do inform me if there is any detail that needs adjustment.
Edited by Herbert40k on Mar 13th 2019 at 1:05:52 PM
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.
Jean's House, Past
Jean: I see. I'll leave this to Jenny and her team. Wouldn't want to accuse your father if he turns out to be innocent.
He chuckles.
Jean: Your old friend Thomas is due to arrive soon. Would you like to serve as part of his welcome wagon?
Just across the room, Catelyn is watching the Geographic Society's rather popular playlist of science videos for young and adolescent learners. Tommy is hosting them.
Catelyn: These videos are hilarious.
Gerard: Isn't that your father's other underling?
Catelyn: The cute one, specifically.
Lumiose City International Airport
The Petersen-Sanchez family arrive at the transit lounge of one of the terminals in Lumiose City.
Jeff, in rather heavily accented Kalosian: Bonjour, Illumis! We're in Lumiose City, fam.
Sara: Did they finish fixing everything? It was shocking what happened to this city.
Tommy: I'd certainly hope so.
Sara: We were worried that you'd get yourself hurt in all that hubbub with Mobius and the J-Team fighting it out over the city, only to find that you were coordinating a broadcast team at Prism Tower.
Tommy: Yeah. That was pretty impressive.
Sara: Fly or die moment at the office, I presume. We're proud of you for pulling it off. Say, when are we meeting you superior here? Who's giving us a tour?
Tommy: Yeah, we'll meet them eventually.
Aunt April: Your Uncle Ken and I dreamed of the day we can go to the City of Lovers. I kind of wish he was with us.
Tommy: I know. I've got a funny feeling things will get interesting in this city, but not to the life threatening extent.
Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 12th 2019 at 9:35:39 PM
From: Jackal
Sounds excellent from my perspective, we'll get you set up in the system, if they're surprised at your lateness we can excuse it on system errors. As for [German], don't worry, I don't think any of these idiots speak it either.
Sycophant is a nice touch, considering the level of genius we're working with here, it should keep you under radar enough.
Get me some pictures sometime if you could, and I'll get you into the ID system no problem.
The Wanderer
Prost, Backstage
-Gets into position-
Prost, Front-of-house
Doc: <It's the best choice we've got at the moment, unless someone wants to go out there and be bait, and then they'd all probably chase after us.>
Eating a Vanilluxe will give you frostbite.
Dunsparce Cloud
This post contains spoilers for Into the Spiderverse.
Mobius Airship
PEFE!Every: I cannot believe I was roped into this.
Sam: -legs draped over PEFE!Every's, holding her in place- I mean, the tripwires in your room aside, we are physically stronger than you, both individually and as a group. So it makes sense that you could be coerced into this.
PEFE!Every: -grumbles-
Caretaker: -from behind the couch- <You do need to get out more, dear.>
PEFE!Every: Don't patronize me.
Sam: -on Sam's other side, leaning against Stivanna- Hey, the movie's starting.
Stivanna: Did we really have to invite her?
Sam: Outside of the prank war...and I guess the thing with the Nihilego toxin...and Mensa, I don't think she's ever actively harmed anyone here. And let's face it, nobody liked Mensa. I think she's being deliberately prickly to discourage the formation of friendships.
PEFE!Every: I am not!
Sam: Also, she can apparently hear us pretty well. Point is, she needs to open up some.
-he pecks Stivanna on the cheek-
Let's just enjoy the movie, hon.
Stivanna: -is having some trouble responding, because since when do they stutter that much? Oh well-
-SQL projects the movie onto the far wall, and everyone shuts up as it starts-
-well, they shut up for about five seconds-
Sam: Can't believe they're referencing that awful movie.
PEFE!Every: What awful movie?
Sam: ...Your education has had some gaping holes, Ev.
PEFE!Every: Don't call me Ev.
Sam: I'm gonna go right ahead and call you Ev.
Sam: It's nice having a superhero movie with an actual soundtrack for once.
Sam: Hydroguy had that one cover of [Africa].
Sam: That was a sampling.
Sam: Whatever, it had words is my point. That was great.
Stivanna: It was certainly unexpected.
PEFE!Every: I prefer instrumental music.
-the Sams shake their heads sadly-
Nurture: -awkwardly singing along, with SQL autotuning-
Stivanna: ...Holy shit.
Sam: What's the rating on this?
Sam: I mean, they didn't show him dying.
Sam: Still! Dark!
PEFE!Every: You work for an organization dedicated to the extermination of the gods, and—
- Sam groans-
Sam: Maybe let's table that discussion?
PEFE!Every: What.
Sam: Don't question it.
Stivanna: So, uh, really going all in on the metaphor, huh?
Sam: Metaphor?
Stivanna: Maybe I'm the only one seeing it?
PEFE!Every: No, I think you're correct.
Stivanna: That's maybe not as reassuring as you think.
PEFE!Every: It should be. Me agreeing with someone is usually a sign of them being right.
SQL: <Someone has a high opinion of herself.>
PEFE!Every: And most often a justified one.
Cortex: <I'd be more inclined to agree if you ever cleaned up after yourself.>
Sam: -placing a hand on Stivanna's shoulder- Hey.
Stivanna: -mumblemumblemumble-
Sam: I think it's working.
PEFE!Every: Increased bloodflow to face, heightened breath rate and heart rate, dilated pupils, most likely—
Stivanna: -mumblemumblemumble-
Sam: Dorks. Ev, let's leave the lovebirds to it, yeah?
PEFE!Every: Very well.
PEFE!Every: He reminds me of my cousin.
Sam: You have family?
Sam: Aside from. You know. Uh.
- Sam elbows him. Caretaker scowls-
PEFE!Every: Like most people, yes.
-...-
Sam: Want to elaborate?
PEFE!Every: Not especially.
-...-
- Sam pats her shoulder-
Caretaker: <You've got us now, dear.>
Nurture: <Yeah, Team Iron's the best family there is!>
Cortex: <Technically, some of us are Mobius. And less willing to adopt.>
Nurture: <But you see my point!>
Cortex: <...Sure.>
SQL: <Though I am compelled to disagree.>
Caretaker: <I was referring to myself, in any case.>
SQL: <You said "us.">
Caretaker: <...Royal we.>
-...-
-...-
Sam: ...So, anyone gonna say it?
Sam: Not me.
Stivanna: Wow.
PEFE!Every: What?
Sam: Oh, come on, really? She's literally just you.
PEFE!Every: What?! I am not that manic! Or disorganized!
Stivanna: I have seen you fling aside a scalpel you weren't using. On more than one occasion.
PEFE!Every: For Cytosol to hold!
Sam: Exactly! You already act as though you've got extra arms, it's pretty much a perfect match.
PEFE!Every: Those tentacles do look fascinating...
Stivanna: Oh no.
Stivanna: Oh my gods.
Sam: -clenching Stivanna's hand- That...wow.
Sam: Holy shit.
PEFE!Every: Saw it coming.
Sam: You did not!
PEFE!Every: It was patently obvious! The uncle always dies!
SQL: <It is a fairly standard trope in this type of movie.>
Nurture: -sob-
Cortex: -awkwardly pats her with several arms-
Sam: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- Sam smacks him in the shoulder-
Sam: We're watching the movie! Shush!
Sam: That was awesome!
Stivanna: -edge of their seat-
PEFE!Every: That is so incredibly irrational and yet I want to do it
Sam: Live your dreams!
PEFE!Every: I'm getting to work on web fluid the moment this finishes.
Sam: Don't actually live your dreams!
Sam: Aaaaaaa that was incredible!
Sam: I have so many thoughts and only one brain to have them with!
Stivanna: That makes no sense but somehow accurately encompasses my feelings???
PEFE!Every: -openly sobbing-
Sam: See what I mean?
Stivanna: ...Welp.
You know, this movie really drives home why we do what we do. Mobius, I mean. It's nice getting that little reminder.
Sam: You're so cute when you talk about work.
-he kisses them-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
Not A Lawyer
Textspace - The Presenture
From: Gaia
Attachments: marigold_front_profile.png, marigold_side_profile.png
I already did a makeup test. Let me know if there are any adjustments I need to make or additional pictures I need to provide.
-There are two pictures attached to the message, which - once again - anyone seeing them would not associate with Alice O'Sullivan. They show a rather tired-looking young woman with brown eyes and hair tied up into a frizzy bun, a port-wine stain dominating her left cheek.-
Edited by Herbert40k on Mar 12th 2019 at 1:52:33 PM
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.
RNP
Ivan: "Mister Thomas Petersen. I've come to pick you up."
Calvin, on his shoulder: <we need to talk. does anyone else in your fam speak the language? cuz i hope not>
From: Jackal
First off, these will work perfectly well. Secondly, I am always impressed at how easily you just... vanish into a identity, I was honestly not expecting to see... that face. Third, any suspicions on what could be buried beneath the castle or in it? They mentioned a formula for immortality, but that could be anything from those World War 2 Bastards doing mad science to something worse.
Not A Lawyer
Textspace - The Presenture
From: Gaia
Firstly, I am glad to hear that I will not have to make any significant adjustments to my cover story.
Secondly, thank you for the compliments, but that level of immersion is necessary for a mission such as this. I am quite used to pretending to be someone I am not. Hopefully I can put that talent to use here.
Thirdly, as for speculation regarding their research... I can't say. I've heard firsthand accounts of the bio-mechanical monstrosities Pokefutures have created in the past, and regardless of the means I would be reluctant to allow immortality to anyone. Whatever they intend to find and/or utilise within Lycanrow, we ought to disrupt their efforts as soon as possible.
Lumiose City International Airport
Tommy: "Thomas" is spelled with one M, one S, and an H. Good to see you buddy. Meet my family. And no, none of them speak Pokémon.
Jeff: Is this a work friend of yours, Tommy?
Tommy: Yeah. This is Ivan. Ivan, my cousin Sara and her husband Jeff.
Sara: A pleasure to meet you.
Jeff: Sergeant Jeffrey and Ms. Sara Sanchez. At your service.
Tommy: My niece Miley.
Miley: Are you the magic man? Uncle Tommy said he met a magic man here. Can you do magic?
Tommy: And my Aunt April.
Aunt April: Charmed.
Tommy: And the family pets, Norville and Felicia.
A furfrou and an Alolan meowth glower at him.
Norville: <If you have anything to discuss with Thomas here, you can discuss it with me. Capisce?>
Felicia: <Okay, Norville, is he gonna eat that because I'm pretty certain that I can take no more of that dehydrated nibblet. I'm hankering for takoyaki and I see a juvenile octopus masquerading as a fish right there.>
Tommy: Felicia, don't make me get the spray bottle.
Felicia: <Not the spray bottle.>
Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 12th 2019 at 11:02:19 PM
pain peko
The Prost, Backstage
-Liz and Oberon get into positon.-
The Prost, Auditorium
Elizabeth: <I agree with Corrin. Let's play it safe for now.>
-She turns to face Doc.-
Christina: <One or two of us should go ahead first, to "test the waters" as it were.>
"Dang that sure is totally poggers my good bitch"
From: Jackal
That is for certain, I've done a bit of digging into Lycanrow, we'll be basing in Eddisberg, the village the castle overlooks. I can park the Wing there with little issue and it'll give us plenty of room to work with. In other dockets, I've done some deliberating and I've come to a conclusion.
Due to your experience, history, and attitude, you are being made officially second in command. Fox was a little upset but gets the idea, from now on you have as much command as I do when it comes to Aurabolt business. I figured it was prudent to make sure I had redundancy in case of emergency, and the only thing I hadn't made redundant was myself.
Congrats.
I've also got some old records relating to the castle as well, nothing major but blueprints of the structure the Bastards made to navigate the castle and such. This should help.
CASTLEINTERIOR.PDF
The Flamebringer
The Prost - Front-of-house
Artoria nods. <I'll be ready to provide backup if it proves necessary.>
An upper-class condo, Lumiose
Bryn is googling things.
Namely, how one goes about acquiring power armor.
Just in case.
All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.
Backstage
-Ren moves towards the way the group orginally came from and move his hand to his face.-Ren: Arsene.
-With a blast of blue fire, a Berith, identical to the ones that the group had fought earlier appears in the hall.-
Berith!Arsene: Unauthorized entry into restricted areas is grounds for immediate expulsion from the premises!
Ren: -loudly- As if you were able!
-Ren runs down the hall as Arsene calls up towards the manager's office-
Berith!Arsene: Sir! An intruder has snuck into the backstage and has dispatched a guard already. I'd like to ask for assistance in apprehending the intruder and evicting him
Ren: Why don't you quite down. PERSONA!
-Arsene screams as he topples to the ground before disappearing back into Ren's mask. Ren stops at the entrance of the set workshop, leaning on the wall outside the room, appearing to catch his breath.-
Front-of-House group
Aria: I'll stay with Susan.Oscar: <Raijuu and I can be a distraction if needed.>
Some Rando
Jubilife Prost - Front
"I volunteer as the bait," Colton promised. "The room's in enough darkness that I can swiftly teleport through the shadows to escape. Might be incapacitated afterwards, though. I remember that having my Night Slash Claws out was a disproportionate drain. I imagine that this world is much more suited for Persona combat than for actual combat," he deduced.
[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]
AG: Ooooh, Into the Spider-Verse? Breathtaking, right?
Edited by Tangent128 on Mar 12th 2019 at 12:00:41 PM
Do you highlight everything looking for secret messages?
Dunsparce Cloud
Mobius Airship
SQL: <Hold up there, Nurture.>
To: aeroponicGardener
From: codingAnatidae
What surveillance software are you using?!
Nurture: <She probably just read my Charactercubd review, relax.>
SQL: <...>
-they sigh-
Dunsparce didn't stop being a thing or anything.
AG: It matched cA's entry in my Frienemies List so I figure it was a groupwatch?
AG: Hey cA what did you think of the CGI~?
Fwomph
The Prost - Backstage
-As the shouting ends there's a shuffling, thumping sound from the office as something plod-waddles to the door and opens it. A mass of Shadow crammed into a business suit and a mask struggles with the door frame before plopping out into the hall. The corpulent Shadow keeps ranting on about 'the terms of the agreement' in a Galaran accent as it wanders into the prop department-
Manager Shadow?: Whothere? Geddout before I getthe kid inhere!
The Prost - Front of House
-Susan takes a deep breath and starts trying to hum out one of her songs-
-Most of the audience doesn't even react, but one Shadow near the door gets up from it's seat and starts wandering towards the Lobby-
Audience Shadow?: That voice, sounds sweet like candy...
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
-Ren uses Arsene's powers to propel himself over the Manager's back while singing brightly.-
Who was that shape in the shadows?
Whose is the face in the mask?
-And to be a troll Ren grabs the mask of the manager's face as fall to the ground in a roll.-
Front of House
Oscar: <Raijuu!>-The lightning hound burst forth in a blast of blue fire and light. And with a low growl, snipes the speaking figure with a Shock Wave.-
Edited by keys2tkingdom on Mar 12th 2019 at 11:57:32 AM
Mt. Moon
Bastion nodded, before his mask and weapons flew out of nowhere.
Furret: <Can we, uh, come with you?>