Castle Lycanrow, Dining Hall

-Marigold raises her eyebrow curiously at Dr. Tonio's last remark, but decides to put it out of her mind and puts her finger to her earbud instead.-

Marigold: Jackal, this is Gaia reporting in. I'm going to be accompanying Pokefutures scientists to the dig sites tomorrow, so I'll be able to see what they've unearthed first-hand, but it means I may be unable to join you until later.

-She takes what remains of her meal and starts heading back up to her quarters.-

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 kneels down to peer into the security area.-

Rogue: ...Interesting. M, wanna go in and see what's on those computers?

M: <Sounds like a plan.>

-They pull out their phone, holding it up to their helmet. M leaves the helmet and enters the phone.-

Rogue: If you can find a long enough cord that matches, take it and hide in a drawer with it until you've got as much as you can downloaded.

-Myraphone nods, and slips through the cracks to go connect to the open computer.-

   TLL, spitting out web   : "I only flung a table in self defense, and if the stenographer pulls up the court record, they will see that not only did I not perjure myself, that you have illegally trespassed on my property."

-TLL throws a balloon at Tommy. It's full of honey.-

Silver Sentinel: "I thought bugs liked honey."

-Then he throws a balloon full of feathers.-

   TLL   : "As for the motive, my arthropodic friend... It's just so arceusdamn fun to mess with people. You see it everywhere! People love to prank. People love slapstick. People love to mess with other, less smart people in those video games you all seem to like. It's, like, the most universally enjoyed thing in the world. Even some pokémon are genetically predisposed toward mischief! I'm just, ah, taking it to the next logical step."

Marc: 🤨

   TLL   : "Also, I like to see people fall flat on their a-"

-This thought is not finished. Another blast of water hits Isaac.-

Near the Yonut

Although Arachna-Guy got pelted by the honey, he did manage to dodge the one full of feathers.

Maurice, out of view but in earshot: Merde. That's MY PROPERTY you idiot! Don't worry, Arachna-fellow! I shall vouch for you in court!

Arachna-Guy: Seriously, that's what this is about? Some jerkpole level YouTube nonsense?

Arachna-Guy briefly hunches over and coughs. He then squirts a few more bits of the polymer on him.

Norville, near the Silver Sentinel: <Zoinks. What hellish motivations. Truly he is evil without compare.>

Arachna-Guy starts to cough a bit more.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Mar 18th 2019 at 8:37:14 PM

Marc, teleporting:

Ivan, to Tommy: ~Dude. Are you okay? Your aura's flagging.~

Silver Sentinel: "You utter scum. You alter the lives of real live people just for your own sick, twisted enjoyment, parading around like a buffoon. You're not just a terrible villain, you're a terrible person."

Calvin: ~you feel any better~

Ivan: ~A bit.~

-Ivan's speech is lost on Isaac. Where the hell did he go?-

-Ah. He's behind that dumpster. His arm is glued to his leg, and his satchel is webbed shut.-

Edited by redneckphoenix on Mar 18th 2019 at 8:33:22 AM

Lumiose City

Arachna-Guy (in between the coughing fits) wonders how the hell The Last Laugh managed to get down so quickly. He then jumped down and approached the dumpster along with the Silver Sentinel, still trying to retain the appearance of an unfazed action hero despite the growing discomfort in his respiratory system.

Ordinarily, he'd expect a fit of panic, but something in him is somehow keeping his mental state in check, if nothing else.

Arachna-Guy: Not to worry, uh, Silver Sentinel, is it? It's nothing that can't want until after this is over. Hazard of the job. Now, let's pin this dude in the wall and post him for a formal citizen arrest, then let the gendarme handle it from there.

Eddisberg Tavern

Brynhilde: "Oh... since Napoleon. I died charging a [Prussian] gun battery at [Waterloo]."

They take the tankard and take a drink. "Thank you."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Sil Sen: "...Fine."

-Sil Sen approaches the dumpster, cautiously.-

Ivan: ~I hear something...~

   TLL   : "this bitch empty"

Sil Sen:"...what?"

   TLL   : "YEET"

-TLL (and Marc, who teleported him there) FLING the dumpster psychically at Arachna-Guy and Silver Sentinel.-

Edited by redneckphoenix on Mar 18th 2019 at 9:09:58 AM

Silas whistled, "Napoleon huh?"

Hacks chuckled, ~Maybe Bryn should meet Denali.~

"Denali is cheating really, they are older than all of us."

~And they got a crush on Arthur.~

"Please don't remind me... actually do remind me of Arthur at least, he might be useful for a future raid."

Silas's phone buzzed, "Hold on."

He stepped outside and answered-

Jackal picked up, "That's good. Having you by their side means real time reports, Rogue can probably get the waterways open if you can't. Sorry I can't say more, kind of a thing happening and should get back to it, no idea who might be a plant so appearances need to be kept up. Still, stay safe."

Jackal hung up.

Silas stepped back inside, "Business, important call."

Roxy nodded, before turning back to Bryn, "So what was Napoleon like anyways? I've read history reports but honestly, first hand accounts. Was he as nuts as they say he was?"

As Myraphone would hook up to the computer, it would beep and a pudgy looking programmer avatar would appear.

"Ah ah ah, you didn't say the magic words!"

The room would vent gas, which thanks to the upgrades Rogue had received to their equipment, left them unaffected. No telling how Myra would react to the tear gas.

Lumiose City

Arachna-Guy quickly spots the incoming dumpster and within a split second immediately shoots a polymer thread at the Silver Sentinel and pulls him rather roughly out of its way. If he had time to think, he'd have mused that the asthma was affecting his ability to do it smoothly, making this rescue lack the finesse he usually aims for. But it's kind of hard to do that once a dumpster full of inexplicably heavy garbage hits you with great force, crushing you in its weight.

Don't worry folks. Tommy's fine. It really doesn't seem like it, though.

Eddisburg Tavern

-Pent wanders in after spending some more time wandering the streets and he takes a seat near the others-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Eddisburg Tavern

A gray-haired female twenty-something in a gray jacket entered the tavern, her red eyes scanning the seats before noticing someone familiar.

She sat down next to Pent, looking at him inquisitively.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Rogue: (Shit.)

-They start giving Myra Unovan Sign Language signals from the grate.-

Rogue: [OUT. MOVE GAS HERE, O-M-WIND. I WRITE NOTE, ERROR. BLAME STAFF.]

-Myraphone detaches, uses Ominous Wind to divert the gas into the passageway through the grate, and hides in the gas cloud to avoid visual detection. Rogue quickly scribbles a note, and drops it through the grate, perfectly landing among a mess of other papers nearby.-

Edited by BittersweetNSour on Mar 18th 2019 at 10:01:57 AM

Castle Lycanrow, Marigold's Quarters - Infiltration Day

-Marigold nods at Silas's remark.-

Marigold: Understood. I'll check back in tomorrow.

-She starts to log back on to the room's computer, but then pauses and puts her finger to her ear again.-

Marigold: ...Rogue, what's your status? I was expecting you to have finished your reconnaissance for the day by now.

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.

Eddisburg Tavern

-The Pent-disguised-as-tourist glances up and smiles at who's just chosen to sit next to him-

Aw hey lass. Didn' think you'd be here.

-He stops himself and sighs-

Okay dropping the accent. Heya Ams.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Eddisburg Tavern

"Hey," Ammy said simply, setting down some money for a bottle of beer for herself. "Thinking I might need to start trying to establish a persona for if and when I have to blend in to the crowd. Shame I couldn't help today, on a related note," she added.

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Sil Sen: "Wh-"

-He's whisked to the side.-

Sil Sen: "To- Arachna-Guy!"

-Ivan rushes over and frantically starts digging out Tommy.-

   TLL's mind   : ~Holy shit, that worked?~

   TLL   : "Ahahah! A foolish hero falls to the might of myself! Like my name says... I always get The Last Laugh."

-Marc teleports the duo away to areas unknown.-

Ivan: "Oh, arceus, no!"

-Tommy's aura is all out of whack, going crazy from the impact. Ivan heals Tommy desperately, still digging him out.-

Eddisburg Tavern

No problem, it was just scoping out today. Aside from our two on the inside all of us have just been hanging out in town. Tomorrow's the big deal, I'm pegged to lead a group through the catacombs.

-He laughs at something his own mind brought up-

You've basically arrived just in time for the best part of the job.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Eddisburg Tavern

"Lucky me," Ammy considered, drinking the booze before coughing a little. "Probably going to join you in the catacombs, assuming that it won't unbalance the teams," she considered. "Got my costume, bow and calling cards."

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

-Rogue backs away from the grate, tapping their telecomm.-

Rogue: Right, apologies. I found a passage that may be useful in the team's infiltration, if the other end opens somewhere accessible from the outside. I'm not certain. I do know it's pretty much unnoticed by the place's current inhabitants, considering the untouched skeleton here — I doubt they'd just leave that if they knew this passage existed and wanted to use it. If needed, I can return, and investigate further at a later point.

Eddisburg Tavern

I've got my suit, though honest I need to come up with some sort of deployment method because currently the suit's just on the O-Wing and I'll need to get dressed all manual-like...

-He ponders a moment and gets out some paper from his bag and starts drawing-

If I can extract the electronics and obtain a renewable battery for obscuric power I could...

-He stops himself again and realizes that maybe not the best time to go full project-

Sorry. Manually dressing will do for now and I wouldn't want to damage the hard work to make it.

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Eddisberg Tavern

Brynhilde: "You probably know as much as me. I never met the man, being a black sheep from a family that was generally considered black sheep among the aristocracy."

All are significantly abnormal in a normal world... All are significantly normal in an abnormal world.

Eddisburg Tavern

"Hey, setting an amulet as a hotkey to a Power-up Transformation Sequence wouldn't even be the fifth craziest thing I've seen become a reality in the past week," Ammy considered. "If anyone can do it, they're on the J-Team."

[Insert Unoriginal Stinger Here]

Castle Lycanrow, Marigold's Quarters - Infiltration Day

-Marigold keeps her finger pressed against her earbud as she responds to Rogue.-

Marigold: Good to know. The current occupants have only been here for a few days, after all, so it makes sense that they have yet to fully map out the castle or install proper surveillance. We can use that to our advantage. With regards to investigating further, I am not about to pull rank and tell you how to do your job. I should, however, inform you that I made various commitments at dinner tonight, so the task of opening up access through the waterways tomorrow may fall to you.

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.

Eddisburg Tavern

Hm... I might need to be wearing the regular amulet so I can preset, the fit is kinda built for a certain variety of me, you know the one~

-He twitches and covers his face-

I dunno, just a lot to figure out. Can't really be a sentai hero without a catchphrase and transformation gimmick right?

-His mind catches on a couple of words and he can't figure out why-

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.