Hazard: <Uh, hey.>

Hazard gives a bit of a wave to the assembled folks and tries to sidestep around the unease from the working together.

Hazard: <So... uh... what should I be doing?>

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

Oblivion Wing, Lounge - Pre-Raid

-Marigold looks over at Hacks.-

Marigold: No no, it's fine. I understand the concern, and having backup immediately to hand will indeed be beneficial for my safety. I'm simply reluctant to put others at risk when I can operate independently.

Castle Lycanrow, Cable Car - Infiltration Day

-Marigold glances briefly at a seemingly empty corner of the cable car, frowning slightly, before focusing her gaze on the approaching castle.-

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 will be up to Rogue then on their discretion," Silas noted.

"As for you Hazard, you're with us on the infiltration teams, when we get the chance to get into the castle we're going to be covering a lot of ground, and having a set of extra wings available helps."

~Any last questions?~ Hacks asked.

The Guard looked about, "Damn old cars... I recommended we upgrade, "No the old models are fine. [German] Engineering, lasts forever!" damn cheapskates."

Seems whatever had happened was being attributed to the age of the car. The castle itself had old cannons stuck outside, being looked over by a few Future-series clones.

The car finally entered the castle.

The station was gigantic, the ceiling was at least 30 feet up, and it seemed more modern than the rest of the castle.

The door opened and the guard stepped out, up walked a cheerful looking woman, "Hello! My name is Amelie and I will be your guide to your quarters!" she had a sickeningly sweet tone that screamed "I aim to please! Notice me and promote me!"

Rogue: ...I'll do it, then. Keeping in the spirit of the Buddy System and all, yeah?

-And with little more than a shift in the shadows, the car balances back to normal.-

Hazard cracks his knuckles.

Hazard: <Sounds good to me.>

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

Oblivion Wing, Lounge - Pre-Raid

-Marigold nods at Rogue.-

Marigold: ...Very well then. Again, the support is appreciated.

Castle Lycanrow - Infiltration Day

-Marigold steps off the cable car and meets Amelie with a fixed smile.-

Marigold: Pleasure to meet you. May I ask where I'll be staying? I was hoping to get a room with a view of the surrounding countryside, but close enough to my workstation that I don't have to inconvenience myself getting there.

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.

"This is going to be difficult everyone, bases we cleared before weren't as extensive as this. We play our parts right, we act smart, and we keep our heads low."

Roxy grinned, "And we'll have not only taken out another base, but prevented some idiots from getting their hands on immortality."

"They've entered the castle Captain, they are off my scope."

"Well, good job Obelisk," Jackal said, turning to the black and gray body with blue accents, "We just have to rely on them now. With any luck we won't be waiting too long."

Obelisk gave a thumbs up and started to walk back down the hill, Jackal tapped his comms, "Alright everyone, our contact is in. Play it cool for now, this old town has plenty to do and plenty to cover. Thankfully our foes haven't stuck a major presence in yet."

"Of course of course, it was in your file that you much preferred the view and for such a important person we made sure to get the best."

Amelie lead Marigold up a few flights and to a old bedchamber, which had been given a few modern amenities, with a clear view of the countryside and Eddisberg down below.

"Here is your room, we have a service computer set up over at that desk, and a intercom for room service as well, we look forward to seeing what you can find on this old place, we just got started and already we're lost in the catacombs ohohoh this is so exciting!"

If Amelie's faux enthusiasm and desire to please could be any more obvious...

"I'll leave you be to unpack, don't forget to recommend me~!"

With that she walked off, and Marigold was "alone" in the bed chamber, a large king size at the other side, the sun shining through the windows, it'd be serene if it weren't for the fact that this Castle had a very dark history to it.

-After Amelie is well out of range, a recognizable voice pipes up in the room.-

Rogue: ...I'll, uh, be outside. If you need me out.

Castle Lycanrow, Marigold's Quarters - Infiltration Day

-Marigold smiles and nods at Amelie as she leaves.-

Marigold: Thank you. I'll certainly consider it.

-She turns around and scans the room, first with her eyes and then with her pDroid. Only once she has satisfied herself that the room is free of bugs does she acknowledge the voice addressing her.-

Marigold: ...You can stay, if you'd rather, but it might help to scope out the surrounding area. I'd prefer to know I'm not about to be intruded upon by nosy neighbours.

-She sits down at the service computer and attempts to access the company intranet with her login details.-

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.

-Rogue lowers their hood just momentarily.-

Rogue: Right. If there's anyone nearby, I'll have M let you know. In Morse, I guess.

-They tap their helmet four times quickly, followed by two times just as quickly.-

Rogue: Just an alert, not an SOS.

Castle Lycanrow

Babel, the completely ordinary Porygon: Would you like me to translate that for you, Ms. Marigold?

Yonut

The Last Laugh would probably reconsider his actions as his hands appeared to have been pinned to the wall by some sort of weird, sticky polymer that's proving near-impossible to get out of. The rest of the balloons he took out seemed to have met the same fate.

From the rooftop, a figure about his height—clad in a form-fitting suit—jumps down. Confident posture, physically fit, agile, clad in technologically augmented brightly colored tights, you'd be hard-pressed to identify this fellow as anything other than a superhero.

The bystanders generally seem to be partly relieved by his presence.

Maurice: Dude, is he for real? I'd like to say that he is but the irritation in my eyes is making everything blurry.

Cashier: Who cares.

Jonathan: Booya! Arachna-Guy's back.

Arachna-Guy, in a clearly artificial but strangely charismatic voice: Look, pal, vandals aren't usually top priority for me but when they start causing mayhem and disrupting the lives of civilians, that's another matter entirely. So, what brings you to Kalos and why are you doing this?

Maurice: I can't really see much but that looks nothing like that ninja outfit you had at the Game Corner.

Arachna-Guy: I had upgrades done. And you might want to rinse that off some more.

Cashier, flustered: I like the new look.

Jonathan: I dunno. It looks badass and all, but honestly, I miss the ninja outfit.

Arachna-Guy: The old suit had its charm but that cloak routine got old rather quickly.

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Castle Lycanrow - Infiltration Day

-Marigold shakes her head at Babel.-

Marigold: No need. I know Morse.

-She turns back to Rogue.-

Marigold: Understood. Let me know the lay of the land if possible, and I'll make my way over to you if you find yourself in trouble.

Edited by Herbert40k on Mar 17th 2019 at 7:28:00 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.

-Ivan is on the scene, trying not to get seen by TLL.-

Ivan, to Arachna-Guy: ~You should watch out! Last time he was restrained while pranking someone, he-~

-A table flies at Arachna-Guy, thrown by TLL's mind. Marc climbs up to TLL and tries to help him out of the restraints.-

   TLL   : "Scrape it off. Scrape it off! Put some backbone into it!"

Marc: ❌🕷🕸🕷❌

Rogue: All right. I'll see you in a moment, then.

-And they put up their cloak and slip into the shadows, the door opening just enough to let a twink-sized person through.-

-Rogue goes to check out the surroundings.-

Cerulean Gym

Bastion: Takes as much time as you need.

Edited by Routeferret on Mar 17th 2019 at 8:18:26 AM

The intranet would grant Marigold access to articles relating to immortality and the history of the castle, further access was behind several locks. Easy enough to break in for anyone with the OPS or a Pory.

The articles themselves were more myths and legends, as well as rumors of strange materials and metals found by Helmuth himself before getting his alchemists to work with them.

The hallways were empty and unguarded, there were several open rooms, and a pair of scientists rushing off to another bedroom. The halls themselves would have old muriels dedicated to the family who ruled this castle. As well as what looked to be a army of armored soldiers with pale purple skin.

Further along would reveal several elevators to lower floors and one to higher points in the castle.

Cerulean City, a few hours later...

Me: I'm much better now. But still...

Piku-chan: <We tried all we could...>

Me: You did your best, Piku-chan... but, I guess I'll have to wait 'til next year's Valentine's Day to make up for this year's battle with Deskman...

Piku-chan: <And who knows? It might be all the time you need to find the J-Team!>

Me: Hey, you're right about that, Piku-chan!

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

Cerulean City

Misango took off his leprechaun hat.

Misango: <Hey, sorry for changing the conversation, but shouldn't we be going to Cerulean Gym?>

Cerulean City

Me: Yes, we should! You're right, Misango!

Let's get going!

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

-Rogue raises an eyebrow at the mural of the purple soldiers, but continues onward and glances in each of the rooms on their way to the elevators.-

Prost, Front of House

"Hmmm...call me...Fantôme. If I don't hear you pronounce the "O" avec accent circonflexe I will throttle you."

GIVE ME YOUR FACE

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-Rose, being safely over the other side of the Nav, snorts in amusement again.-

Rose: Okay, Fantome.

-She doesn't pronounce the ô.-

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