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-Alice gesticulates with her fork in the direction of Silas.-
Alice: ...We've previously discussed an initiative that could provide younger individuals entertaining notions of heroism with the sort of training and tutelage that might aid them should they choose to pursue our line of work. This Belladonna girl, the one I encountered in the casino? She could very well be a potential candidate. That, and I did tell her that I'd reach out to her in some capacity.
"Ah yes," Silas commented, "The Rebels project. Our new island base is ready, Gale is currently administrator of that and working with our benefactor on getting the last few details set up."
It was at this point he realized, "Should we go see the island?" he asked, "Bishop can fly us there no problem."
-Alice arches an eyebrow.-
Alice: If you desire. I have every confidence that you and Gale have the best intentions for any younger recruits, and will see to it that they are taken care of without being put at unnecessary risk. Still, with all that has been weighing on my conscience recently, it might be reassuring to see for myself that they are well looked-after.
Silas nodded, "Bishop."
"Of course Captain," came Bishop's voice over the intercom.
Alice would feel a slight shift as the ship took off, Silas finished his steak and leaned back, "The new recruits aren't on the island yet, we're just getting the facilities finished. It'll be high tech and ready for anything they sustain in the field."
"We also got the official therapist on hand for the kids if needed," Roxy added, holding up a phone with Denali's contact info.
"Having a fae therapist who can somehow squeeze 5 meetings into 5 minutes is useful, and Denali's been around long enough to not question the weird we go through," Silas added.
"Rest assured, the Captain is ensuring the kids will be looked after," Bishop added leaning out of a wall.
-a Sliggoo hits the cold, hard earth on the outside of a plate-glass window-
-at the feet of what can only be described as a supervillain, in a bodice of dramatic green and gold—heeled white high boots up to her thighs, white opera gloves embroidered with vines up to her upper arms, ruffles of purple and black at her wrists and about her skirted waist—and atop her head, taking the appearance of an elaborate updo-
-on her face is a masquerade mask in the same green-with-gold-embroidery, from its shadowed eyes shining green glints like neon—literally glowing, as though someone installed LEDs in place of her pupils-
???: What's this? Is this the best you have to offer? Why, this is hardly a stumbling block before the glorious
Sliggoo: <I don't get paid enough for this…> @_@
??? Rosemaster: And indeed, none of you can prevent me in my majesty from—
-she reaches into a hidden sleeve in her glove, the teller reeling back from her as she produces-
Rosemaster: -a slip of paper- Depositing a check.
Bank Teller: .
Rosemaster: -raising a hand to her lips- But what's this? I'm taking these funds overseas to underreport my savings domestically? Dastardly! Criminal! All the worse for being entirely legal!
-faux-swoon- Who will prevent me from saving a small but appreciable fraction of ₽20,000? Who?
Bank Teller: ...did...did you want to open an account with us, or…?
-she cackles, and it is diabolical-
Edited by Asterisk395 on Apr 13th 2021 at 4:48:39 AM
-Alice smiles at Bishop and Silas.-
Alice: Oh, as I said, I never doubted as much. I wouldn't have signed off on such a venture if I didn't believe you'd handle it with the utmost care. My only concern is that-
-There's a sudden pause, which gives way to a shudder a moment later.-
Alice: ...Apologies. I'm not sure what came over me there, but I could've sworn I felt something. Something akin to a bizarre parody of myself which aroused an urge in me to fight the person responsible. Anyway, what I meant to say was that my concern regards our benefactor, and whether he will actually prioritise the wellbeing of anyone involved in the programme over the potential profit.
"Entirely likely on the parody front," Silas noted, "Existence has a sense of humor."
Upon Gio, he tapped his thumbs, "I trust Rocketman as far as I can throw him-"
"Quite far," Roxy said, her attention now focused upon Silas's bicep.
"-But having worked with him extensively both here and in the Foxverse. He's easy to predict and sees the world as operating under two principles. If people do something it is for pride or greed, which he operates under."
Hacks stepped over, ~We've seen that Gio makes sure his products are of high quality and we see how he treats his employees, rather well.~
"Which leads me to believe that his thought process is that if his employees are treated well they'll bother him less and make him more money, and that his products must be of a good quality as a point of pride," Silas said, "He's... rather surprising on that front."
Roxy nodded, "I actually asked him about the Rebels treatment, and he seemed horrified when I suggested he'd possibly exploit them because they were kids. He told me he was ensuring they'd have the best legal representation against him."
Silas sighed, "Gio's not... exactly good, but I think he at least has some morals to not be a jackass."
The flamboyant Machoke escort did a flourish.
Machoke Escort: <Very well, everything appears to be in order. Would you kindly escort His Grace around. His uncle, the Basileus ton Helioliskos, expects only perfection! After all, the Protector of Heliopotalia cannot risk his peasantry's safety from Rebel Scum. We shall... overlook the element of sanitation.>
He bows to the important-looking heliolisk, who remains more deadpan than any oddtrainer out there in the multiverse could ever hope to be.
Machoke Escort: <A thousand pardons again, sire.>
Count Abarata: <Escort us!>
Machoke Escort: <Sire, this is unprecedented. But do go on. Pip pip! He must not be made to wait! Such is blasphemy in Heliopotalia!>
Phineas: <It appears that we have given them the split. Now, your eminence, where shall we begin our search?>
The Pen clapped, Exactly. Gotta watch out for assassins, and what better way to prove yourself as the best chef in the galaxy? Not only do you make a delicious meal that will have them begging you for more, you also stopped an assassination attempt in the process!
The grin on its inky Avatar grew, Imagine the adoring crowd for that?
The kitchen was bustling and a recipe list was handed to Gale, <Now, you're that specialist chef hired right?> The Magnezone wearing the chef's hat said, <What is your specialty?>
The archives were filled with vast bookshelves, each one seemed to have a tablet of some sort stuck in between the walls. The federation employees inside paid the troupe no mind, if they were in and there wasn't the sound of moves and shooting, then it should be fine.
Bishop dug through the archives, "Seems they keep things separated from the network, prevent hacking. Reasonable," Bishop commented.
"Records indicate Rebel intel would be in row 32, shelf F-51," He continued, before looking to Phineas, "What do you think we will learn about the rebels exactly?"
Corrin: Ah, well, um. From— from what I hear—
-in the tones of someone who blatantly is significantly more familiar than she lets on, and knows how blatant it is-
Corrin: —it's how those Phantom Thieves are going around changing people's hearts. Some sort of journey-into-the-mind type of thing.
Mason: If that's what the School's got its fingers in now, that would mean it's a bit more than just plain old Psychic mind control. Which is not good.
(She takes out five PokeBalls and throws them into the air. In an instant, Elton, Freddie, Kaylan, Peechee, and Joel emerge.)
Kaylan: <Hi there.>
Freddie: <EEP—!> (he hides behind Kim's leg a la Raru and hides his grippers from view) <U-um... hi... p-please don't hate me...>
Elton: <Freddie, that's Evelyn's mum. She's not going ta 'ate you.>
Freddie: <S-she won't...?>
Elton: <Of course not!>
(Freddie is still hesitant to come out.)
(Eventually, Kim enters the room.)
Kim: "Indeed. Usually. But you do remember what happened last April Fools' Day, don't you, Evelyn?"
Dave: <Oh? What happened last April Fools' Day, hmmmmm?>
(Kim looks on in confusion and is unsure of what to do or how to react to the fact that she just entered a stream with Kamui in it. She pauses for a few moments, before eventually it hits her.)
Kim: "...Well. I believe this is an event that Ian and Evelyn would be delighted to attend."
(And with that said, she takes out her phone.)
Edited by OPALGARNET16 on May 20th 2021 at 4:17:24 AM
???: <Halt right there, evildoer.>
???: <This is stupid.>
It's Salamence: <Tax fraud is how the rich stay rich!>
And Jab: <Have you ever picked up an econ textbook?>
Salamence: <You can't even read, so don't start.>
Jab: <Mmm, fair, fair. Anyway, uh, is this the kind of situation where there's a good fight to be had, or can I go?>
Cross: <I'm here too! Why are Appletun so small?>
Avery: Want a hand?
Ever: Might be dangerous.
Avery: I'm really only making a token offer here.
Ever: And I appreciate that. We might be better served running at this juncture, though.
Avery: Oh. I could just hide us.
Ever: Yeah, I'm skeptical.
-Ever(?) steps closer-
-from above, there's a sound of clawed footsteps-
Ever: Oh, good, the cavalry's here...
-and Pleth dives from a skyscraper-
Pleth: <Heads up!>
-holding a Mimikyu in her claws-
Muninn: <This is incredibly demeaning.>
Pleth: <Feature not bug!>
-Ever(?) glances up at Pleth, who is frozen midair-
-at which point her claws spark with obscura, the effect breaks, and she pitches Muninn like a fastball-
Muninn: <This had better work.>
-Muninn slams his face into Ever(?)'s-
-he's blasted away instantly, of course, his Disguise breaking as he bounces-
-but Ever(?) stumbles back as well, and their disguise breaks too-
Ever(?) Muninn(?!): <...>
Pleth: <Thought I smelled asshole around.>
Muninn: <I'm almost unsettled by how quickly you came up with that strategy.>
Pleth: <I fantasize about it a lot.>
Pleth: <Like, pretty much one of my go-to daydreams.>
Pleth: -Dragon Pulses Muninn-
Muninn: <Yeah, okay.>
Ever: ....Avery, remember how I was saying we should run?
Ever: Let's still do that plan.
Edited by memyselfandI2 on Apr 13th 2021 at 7:12:14 AM
XD: APEX: <Target is Grass-type. Activating Chill Drive.>
-It loads a white disc into its cannon. Scarlette gasps, in that performative false-astonishment way.-
Scarlette: Oh, no! We can't let it use Ice-type attacks against us! Oh, please do something!
Chantey: <Oi, laying it on a tad thick, aren't ye?>
-A chain swings, and hooks onto the recently-loaded Chill Drive, yanking it out. Apex lets out a disgruntled series of beeps and chitters.-
XD: APEX: "If nautical nonsense be something you wish," Error: Chill Drive not found. Activating Burn Drive.
-Apex takes another moment to load a second drive. As it activates, Scarlette grins.-
Scarlette: Better. Now's the time!
-From atop one of the storage containers in the warehouse, a figure jumps off, landing on and footstool-hopping off of Apex's head.-
Sworss: <Ready for round 2, bug? Oh gods please don't murder me>
-Apex snaps its attention to Sworss as he lands, eyes glowing again.-
XD: APEX: "<Ready for round 2, bug?>"
Sworss: <Oh that's terrifying.>
-The half-loaded cannon finishes charging up, and fires at Sworss. The Cinderace squeaks in fear, bracing himself for the blast.-
-The blast of infernal flames washes over Sworss, who yelps in agony. When the flames clear, Sworss is definitely visibly injured, but still able to stand.-
Sworss: <...Huh, that wasn't that bad, actually.>
-Reaver pokes his head out from cover.-
Reaver: You're the expert, we'll just follow your lead, Scarlette!
Scarlette: Damn right. Chantey, take the sidelines for a bit, and just be ready when I need you again!
Chantey: <Aye-aye, red.>
-As Chantey hides in the shadows, Scarlette sends out another Poke Ball-
Reaver: ...Really? Just a Salandit?
Scarlette: Don't underestimate him, pal.
-Apex looks at Pun-Pun, blinded by fury.-
XD: APEX: Exe— ex— exec— e—
-Apex twitches, and divebombs Pun-Pun, smashing him into the ground and dragging him across the warehouse at high, jet-powered speed.-
Pun-Pun: <Rrk— hey! Quit that!>
-As Pun-Pun is being forced into the ground, he spits a blob of corrosive toxins in Apex's face.-
-Apex lets out the shrill screech of a school fire alarm, staggering off of Pun-Pun.-
Sworss: <...Hah! Can't take a little poison, bug?>
-A Pyro Ball bonks Apex on the side of the head.-
XD: APEX: "You're toxic, I'm slipping under—" <QUIET>
-Apex launches at Sworss the same way, slamming him into a storage container wall several times. Sworss barely has time to realize what's happening before it does.-
-After a few slams, Apex abruptly stops, letting Sworss drop to the ground.-
Edited by BittersweetNSour on Apr 14th 2021 at 6:56:16 AM
Mustard: ...So you want to meet the Two Masters, is that it?
That is what my mission seems to require, yes.
Mustard: -Scratching his head- Now where does the path start again...
He may play the doddering old fool... but he's pretty sharp, I can sense it.
Mustard: -Taking on a fighting pose- Perhaps we should have a bit of a battle to help jog my memory.
-Pulling out a Poké Ball-
Alright then, let's do this.
-Gale regarded the recipe list, trying to hide how much the Pen's words had her smiling-
My specialties are plating, food safety and also mains. Visuals do a lot of work to carry a dish after all.
Hm... Not sure if there will be karaoke but hey maybe if I can find a machine to rent I'll do it. Anyway! I think it's time to start prepping that pre-gym meal for the team. But real quick...
-Pets for the fox girlfriend are conducted-
There we go, hopefully that tides her over till meal time, yeah?
She leans into the parting pets, before watching Gale walk off to start. A bit investigatively, she looks at the stream setup, getting onto the chair and sitting up in it. Wordlessly, she waves to the audience, looking at the discourse between a couple of people.
-One battle later-
Tangela: -Firing an Energy Ball at the Shinx before her- <Take this!>
Mustard: -Laughing as he recalls his Shinx- Not bad, not bad at all.
Tangela: -Vines waving aggressively-
That jog your memory Mustard?
Mustard: -Chuckling- Indeed it did, I'll show you the way.
Cam: -As we walk behind him, Rakshasa between us and him- <...He totally remembered, didn't he?>
Yes, but I figure he wanted to test my intentions through a friendly battle.
Logan: -contemplative- ...at the uh, heart of it, what I do works more toward improving circumstances than changing hearts. One facilitates the other, changing one can be part of changing the other, people are complicated and Torchic make Eggs.
Addie: -up to their shoulder- <I dunno, we've seen a lot of cases in a lot of places of one keystone person having a lot of say on a lot of things at once.>
Logan: Unfortunately, yeah.
Parfait: -gesturing at their Styler- <What's that, then?>
Addie: -pressing a little Charge into it- <It's a way to make discussions happen in a snap. You know, emergency response, using the oldest, deepest circuitry we have access to.>
Parfait: -blink- <Feelings.>
Parfait: <Not thoughts.>
Addie: -shrug- <Torchic and Egg?>
-everyone takes a moment to stare at the concerning, concerning orb snoring on the ground between their feet-
Logan: ...I have.
Logan: …heard of, a way, to get into people's minds.
Logan: -holding up their Styler, running their thumb over a button like the many it seems to be festooned with- I don't know if the place I heard this from is the same you heard that—
Logan: —and I don't know how trustworthy it is, anyhow.
-they wiggle it, showing what circuits might be a bit out of place, the slightest smidgen odd-
Logan: I don't know if it would deal with it. I'm not sure if what you've...heard of, will deal with it. We're not even sure if it is the same thing.
-they glance again at Ironspine, this time apparently on simple impulse-
Addie: <...we've gotta find something to deal with this before it gets any farther.>
Logan: ...where is Hiro, anyhow? Isn't he normally here for the exposition?
-and winces, at the empathic backlash via his link to Parfait-
Logan: -composing themself- ...should we be backing him up right now?
-recalling a random detail from earlier in the conversation, as one does- ...and why would he want to try to kill you a second time?
Rosemaster: good grief, I almost didn't think it would egads! Do-gooders! You're obstructing the machinations of the free market!
Bank Teller: are you monologuing at those pokémon
Rosemaster: -rapping her knuckles on the reinforced glass- Don't ruin the moment, I'm wearing my good heels. Well, if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get.
-observing the number arrayed- ...a bit unfair, isn't it?
[FNT]!Sliggoo: <L...look out, they've got—>
-she draws a weird stick from her boot-
Rosemaster: -turning up her nose- Shoo fly, don't bother me.
-flicks it with a little flourish at Jab—-
-who in a cascade of dandelion fluff may find his movements sluggish, allies and enemies alike become blurs-
Appletun: -to Cross- <All the better to be eaten, my dear!> ^-^
Rosemaster: Malus, darling, is that really the line you'd like to use?
Appletun Malus: <Don't poke the spinning wheel?> u-u
-...and the plume of almost painfully sweet nectar is swept up in a surprise blast of wind from the vents immediately above-
Flapple: <Ke-he-he-he! Step aside, heroes!>
-trying to, with an effective chemical cloudburst, unbalance and force back the assembled squad sufficiently to permit Rosemaster to stride on past them to open sky-
Mason: -distressed stage whisper- Because he just tried to kill me once five minutes ago, because his family has bad history with my quote-unquote family, and my specialty does not seem to work well alongside someone crusading for Truth™. And then the moment he let his guard down to make amends, some attack happened out of nowhere and knocked him unconscious, and I have no idea how to restore trust I never got the chance to have.
-We are led to what appears to be a village with Kubfu milling about-
Yew: <Guess this must be that Kubfu village.>
Mustard: Of course, you must understand that you and your party are sworn to secrecy to never reveal the existence of this place. The Hunter's Guild would take likely take great interest in the Pokémon here.
-We stop in front of what appears to be the biggest hut in the village-
Mustard: Inside, you'll meet with the Two Masters.
-Nods before walking inside-
Silas finished the belt. The last screw went into place and he turned it over in his hands, this project had been... unique. He had actually finished far faster, was this related to him actually resting? Nah couldn't be.
<There it is Hoss, watcha say?> Snakeye asked.
"The principles are basic but in that simplicity comes elegance," Silas answered, "Whatever future me did. He knew what was needed, this thing is a medium of versatility."
Roxy smirked, "And you're thinking of a super suit to go with it aren't you?"
Silas looked up, "You... you aren't?"
Snakeye laughed, Roxy gave Silas a quick kiss on the cheek, "So, it works again."
"Well not in my hands, in the hand of an auric themselves, certainly."
Yo. Got the Belt done, it was easier than expected, it's simple but elegant. Whatever future you and me did, they knew what they were doing.
Where do you want me to drop this off?
Edited by EchoingSilence on Apr 14th 2021 at 4:37:32 AM
Meet ya there.
Silas rolled his left shoulder a bit, case in hand, awaiting.
Daydre is here once again!
"Heya! Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Silas waved it off, "Nah didn't have to wait too long," he responded.
Holding up the metal case he popped it open, revealing the belt, "One Medium-Belt, finished and attuned. The material inside needed to be replaced but the vents were easy enough to fix, there's not a single battery in here."
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