Yonut

Arachna-Guy dodges the table and, through those spritzy things, caught the table mid-air and suspended it, preventing what could be costly damage to neighboring properties.

Arachna-Guy: I'd love nothing more than to take this elsewhere but I'd rather not escalate this battle any more than it already is. Sir, what exactly are you getting out of disrupting people's day at a doughnut shop? You know, most criminals I've met tried to rob people or make some needlessly evil, deluded point. You're not going to go on a seemingly deep edgelord tirade, are you?

Maurice: Monsieur, that won't leave any stains, wouldn't it?

Arachna-Guy: It doesn't. And don't worry about it. It's tricky to get off but it won't leave any lasting damage when it finally does. Ain't that right, Rudolf the Red-Nosed Stantler? I suggest you folks evacuate the building.

Jonathan: Uh huh. I've tried that.

Arachna-Guy: Take off your shoes and make a run for it.

Jonathan: Are you kidding me? These are [Vans]!

By now, Ivan would've realized that wearing those earphones and the MP3 player seemed to make it difficult for him to use his auric abilities. In the playlist, amid too many 2000s teenager wangst songs he'd naturally expect from someone as immature as Dave, is a podcast titled "How to use the Aura Jammer."

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Castle Lycanrow - Infiltration Day

-Marigold skims through the available articles with passing interest, making sure to scan each into her pDroid, before navigating her way to the restricted directories.-

Marigold: Hmm. Babel, can you assist?

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Beyond a few bucks in [Euros] and a folder already covering what everyone already knew, it was not much. As for the elevators, one got active and headed down, the other shaft was empty. The third had a Pokefutures employee walk over chatting with another, "Do you think the library upstairs actually contains anything?"

"It has to, it was rooted through during World War 2 after all. Though that doesn't bode well for any secrets we may find."

"Hmph... typical. What about the kitchen?"

"Tonight's dinner is a lovely roast, the scientific staff will be attending, we got a member from corporate tonight."

"Oh?"

"A Miss Taylor."

"Never heard of her."

"You know how corporate is, secretive and bloated. We just gotta play nice and we'll be fine."

"I hope so. Heard about the Banshee Base? And the Auction House?"

"Oh man that was a mess. Poor bastards. Got their asses arrested so fast."

"The base has me freaked out, they were attacked by ghosts."

"Ghosts?"

"Nothing appeared on the monitors."

Castle Lycanrow

Babel: I live to serve, madam.

From the pDroid, Babel begins to surreptitiously and carefully bypass the security protocols, while keeping the alarm bells for such things quiet. Within a matter of seconds, Marigold now has the required security clearance for the restricted directories and its files.

That is how the PEFEGon do.

The Prost

Oberon: <Fantome. Cometh and make good on thine promise, coward.>

The Prost, Front of House, Safely away from Rose and Oberon

Des's nostrils flare.

"Listen, you two are pieces of thin ice right now. I suggest you tread carefully."

Edited by PhilosopherStones on Mar 17th 2019 at 6:48:44 AM

Ivan: "Why the hell does that guy have [N-sync] on here?"

-Ivan taps the podcast and puts on the headphones. He sort of gets a headache.-

-TLL is still escaping from his bonds, but the Aerries have descended from their bombing run.-

Aerries: <<<Sit back. Relax. Listen to our song...>>>

-It's a triple-Round attack! The trio screeches loudly, combining their sound.-

   TLL   : "Marc, seriously, hurry up. It was only funny for a minute."

Marc: 🖕

Cerulean City

Misango jumped off Bastion and started running to Cerulean Gym. Bastion would run after him.

Rogue: Wouldn't it be fuckin' hilarious if we just made a sound and spooked them?

M: <We're not doing that.>

Rogue: Of course not, it's just fun to imagine.

-They tail behind the two employees quietly.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Mar 17th 2019 at 5:53:26 AM

The Prost

Oberon: <Thou hast, as my dearest friend Lyra wouldst say, "fucked up".>

Elizbeth: "He has a point."

Stormchaser - Today

Olivia: <Ah, there you are Christina.>

Christina: <Hmm?>

Olivia: <Oh, I was wondering if you felt up to some practice? Can't let this lovely body go to long without some dancing, after all.>

Christina: <Oh, of course. I've been meaning to try some new songs anyways.>

Olivia: <Great!>

-Christina feels the faint bond between them as Olivia beams.-

Eddisberg

-After the events of the past few weeks, it felt comfortable to once more... Well firstly be raiding in the physical world but beyond that there was something else that he couldn't quite put his finger on-

-But here Pent was, disguised amid the village and trying to look like just your ordinary tourist. Which to Pent meant a new hair color (he decided on red, just to try), an unseasonal T-shirt (with a symbol for an import beer) and some kind of accent (he wasn't great at something near-Galan but it felt right)-

The elevator goes up several floors.

"Ghosts... and not ghost types."

"We can scan for ghost types... also you ever thought about how weird that is?"

"What?"

"All the folklore for ghost types, and how many of them are just straight up dead people?"

"You read too much."

"Reading is part of our job!"

"No reading documents is part of our job, reading folklore to immortality is part of THIS job. You're just over-reading."

"You're just jealous cause the lab girls find nerds sexy."

"Nah they like my perfect pecs."

"Buddy, I heard Lucy talk about it, she's not into your pecs, she's into you as a "specimen". You gotta be on the mental level as those lab girls or else they'll tear you apart."

"Literally?" "Literally. "For Science" they'll say."

The elevator stopped and the two stepped out, passing a open door which showed what appeared to be a aged study, with a empty bottle of wine in there.

However the two had just entered another room, which upon a cursory glance showed that it was a massive library with countless old books, and ancient parchment with notes in old language.

With the locks gone, several file folders of documents appeared before Marigold, each one neatly listed with what project they were a part of.

For example, one was listed as "Futuremons". The project itself was dedicated to loyal and cheap mass production soldiers made with cloned pokemon that would provide Pokefutures force multiplyers and make holding their bases easier. Inside were also several documents about the structure and design of the cyborg parts, and how the cloning process worked around it. Which included noted unfortunate weakpoints.

Another was "Project Olympus", which detailed stolen documents from the Aether foundation on how to build their own Legendary. Thankfully the project was deemed to impractical due to absolutely no successes.

Then there was the meat of the operation, "Project Toten", it detailed a more intricate legend of the first king, and his army of immortal warriors, whose skin paled when they were given the elixir. Other details included what appeared to be strange devices which Helmuth believed to be a gift from the gods, how they functioned strangely.

Finally there was a detail of the castle, near the current dig site there was a waterway that connected to the town and the waterfall, as well as old passages to the town's mausoleum and catacombs. Current notes said the waterway was currently locked due to too many water types swimming in.

Some distance away from the Yonut fiasco.

Dave: Okay, I don't need to be psychic to know that he's dissing JT. That psycho's going down.

Rotom!Jonathan: Seriously, let it go. People diss Despacito all the live long day and I don't go on a murderous rampage.

PC: <Also, need I remind you that you're also a fan of Westlife, which is flat out the only thing you and your father have in common.>

Rotom!Jonathan: Honestly, old man Albright had better taste. We really should've been friends back when I had a mortal human body.

At the Yonut

Arachna-Guy: Noise dampeners: never leave the hidey-hole without it. Aranos, sucker punch those three noise balloons out of the sky.

Aranos—a peculiarly colored spinarak wearing triangle shades—jumps from the roof toward the descending drifloons.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 17th 2019 at 7:02:00 PM

   TLL   : "Ah! Freedom. Now, mister Anti-Chrom-Guy, kindly buzz off."

-The sucker punch hurts like hell, but the Spinarak himself bounces right off the rubbery skin.-

   TLL   : "I'm trying to have myself some fun, and you're making it blow!"

-A trio of Gusts flies at the spectacled spinarak.-

Ivan, swiftly removing headphones, to Arachno-Guy: ~That was... that was entirely the worst choice of pokémon you could have made. Where's Drake?-

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Rogue: Rrrrgh it's so tempting

M: <We can't risk being seen!>

Rogue: Remember when you were all gung-ho about doing the spooky ghost thing? What happened to that?

M: <It was inconsequential! And you and Psyche being cute together was way better anyway.>

Rogue: Wonder if they'll start holding hands if we drop, like... a single book.

M: <Kai, please.>

Rogue: I have no clue who the hell this Kai fellow is.

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Castle Lycanrow, Marigold's Quarters - Infiltration Day

Marigold: ...Hmm. Not sure what's more concerning, the programs themselves or the fact that Pokefutures is picking up some project management skills at long last.

-She scans each of the project folders in turn then puts a finger to her earbud.-

Marigold: Jackal, are you getting this?

Wherever Ivan is

Norville, with a bag on his mouth: <Like, here's his bag.>

In the knapsack were two pokéballs.

Meanwhile, Aranos lands on the ground in a bombastic pose.

Arachna-Guy: <Hey, at least I went with a dark type move on those guys. I can only cloud my thoughts so much, but listen, there's a reason I had Norville go with you. One of those balls have Drake and Shinji. I've appearances to maintain.>

Arachna-Guy then fires a shot of his polymer at the Mr. Mime trying to prise the Last Laugh off the wall.

Arachna-Guy: And really, you're doing this for fun? FUN? You're disrupting the lives of innocent people, potentially injuring them and causing thousands of dollars of property damage for the fun of it? Dude, what the—

Norville, barking: <Language!>

Arachna-Guy: Don't you literally have anyone else somewhere who would be shamed and disappointed by this behavior? Perhaps someone you care for? Come on, man, this can't possibly be a very productive or fulfilling life choice.

It was really fortunate that he filled up his suit's inhaler function, though he kind of wished that he placed more of his medication in.

"Say Sam?"

"Yeah Bill?"

"You ever feel like we're being watched?"

"And we have no privacy?"

"Whoa."

"Yeah all the time, which is weird cause we don't have CCTV set up or anything, apparently just setting up internet here was hard enough."

Bill shook his head and took a book out from one of the shelves, "Dr. Tonio downstairs wanted the Lati Legends right?"

"No no, it was the book about the Regis," Sam noted grabbing another book, which on the cover showed a Regigigas, "Something about theories to their origin."

"God, Tonio, she's a creepy one."

"Four eyes zero soul?"

"Look, I don't get the stuff the lab guys do. All I know is Pokefutures pays well and at the end of the day I get paid to keep stuff out of their way. I fear no man, but Tonio..." Sam leaned forward to Bill, "She scares me."

"Let's just get the stuff and get going," Bill commented.

"Yeah... we still got that "Ancient societies" lecture to go through. Can you believe that nonsense about a ancient civilization of metagross? Or that one about a lost island of people with elf ears?"

"An entire island of cosplayers and elf babes? Sign me up."

"Dude..."

The two left, leaving the room empty, with a lot of books on ancient subjects, lost sciences, and on the table, what looked to be a sketch of a bronze statue of a Alakazam.

There was a bit of static before, "Getting it clear Gaia. I'm amazed they decided to organize this stuff, either they're getting smarter or we're dealing with a better put together group. Either way, this is clearing up some stuff."

There was a moment of silence, "We'll keep today slow, no need to alert suspicion so quickly. Do what you can, get friendly, and tomorrow we'll get those paths open. From there we bring the team in, I'll take a team in the waterways and Nightingale will lead a team through the catacombs. If I'm reading this right, they haven't been able to set up cameras for whatever reason, which sadly is outside my usual fields so I'm a bit lost, I need to plan around this. Oh and dug further, they got a schedule set up."

Gaia's pDroid pinged and displayed a hologram of a planner of sorts, "Seems tonight they're hosting a meal in honor of corporate sending over one of their executive drones. Congrats. Loosen tongues as best you can, we'll be fine for tonight."

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Castle Lycanrow, Marigold's Quarters - Infiltration Day

-Marigold nods, looking over the hologram.-

Marigold: Understood. Loosen tongues today, loosen the entrance to the waterways tomorrow.

-She goes over to the wardrobe and spends a few minutes getting dressed appropriately for the event, picking out a dark, conservative suit with a pencil skirt and thick black tights. As she does, she pushes the button on the intercom in the room.-

Marigold: Can I expect to be escorted to tonight's event? I would rather not miss out on the festivities because some intern was too idle to furnish me with accurate directions.

Rogue: Damn, missed my chance.

M: <Rogue pls.>

-They tap their comm headset-

Rogue: Update, Gaia, Jackal. Luckily, lack of CCTV means we don't have to worry about being spied on, and we don't have to worry about knocking out security when we get there. Also, turns out your little app works wonders, we've got a reputation as ghosts from the last two raids. M, let's get a video feed of this room.

-They start slowly scanning the room.-

Rogue: Downstairs library, accessible immediately via the third elevator going down the hall. Couple of grunts were talking about one Dr. Tonio doing research pertaining to the origin of the Legendary Golems, presumably referring to the trio native to Hoenn and the associated Regigigas. Tonio allegedly has a reputation of being particularly unsettling.

-They start heading back toward the elevator, ensuring they're properly cloaked in case anyone walks out.-

Rogue: Out of curiosity, are either of you familiar with an island of people with elf ears? These two grunts I was tailing brought it up along with the Alakagross in relation to an ancient societies lecture, so it might be relevant. Especially if "elf ears" implies a tie to Xerneas's domain.