Mercury blinked as the smell hit him, the Twins looked to each other and nodded.

<Jackpot.>

Mercury stood up, seeing the smoke, "Uh... you're a ranger right? Shouldn't you deal with that?"

The Oasis

"Ranger": Oh, that. He he. See, we uh, do controlled burns to prevent massive wildfires during fire season. Keeps the oasis from getting overgrown.

A convenient fact he remembered. In truth, him and his companions burning everything for tinder each night was well on its way to doing that for this oasis.

The mutton smell was not helping matters at all.

"Ranger": Though I suppose I could check if they're actually doing their job.

He proceeds to leave and tosses a ball. It's a rather unusual-looking farfetch'd that's clearly not from around this continent.

"Ranger": Watch them.

And with that, he disappeared into the undergrowth. And a short while later, the smoke seemed to disappear, though the smell unmistakably lingered.

—

Beyond the thickets, the illusion of a park ranger gives way to the figure's true form: a shrimpy blond twentysomething homeless man in a ratty hoodie. He approached his companions. One was a tall, dark, burly woman with afro-textured black hair in a bun, the other a tan, brown-haired adolescent girl. All three of them seemed to have variations of the same logo on their clothes.

A circle (or cluster of different colored circles) within a circle.

Protium: Change of plans. Put that out.

Deuterium: Okay, Protium, don't you think this is getting a bit too out of hand. We can't stop cooking that ampharos now. If we don't get it perfectly roasted, we won't have any dinner.

Protium: We're just gonna have to deal with eating a late dinner. I already told you about the Phantom-class. I can't hide odors, Deets.

Deuterium: Well, if you made your mental train of thought much clearer that'd have been rather convenient to know.

Protium: Sorry, I was panicking. This guy looks like business. And we have similar powers.

Deuterium: Oh, another illusionist?

The youngest of the group, Tritium, interrupted.

Tritium: What's a "phantom?"

Deuterium: Tri, we'll explain it later

While her older companions argued, Tritium decided to feel around for this stranger. Was Protium right in fearing him?

Protium: They hunt psychics. That's all you need to know for now.

The young girl's probing, however, might be detectable. And easy to follow.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 20th 2021 at 1:29:56 AM

Hammerlocke Banquet, far past

-To Gale-

See you.

-Suddenly Jane and Tommy-

Fans, huh?

Okay, sure.

Isle of Armor, past

-To Abilene-

Okay, let's see what you've got.

Edited by rmctagg09 on May 24th 2021 at 8:44:34 AM

Wyndon Stadium

(Elton cheers loudly upon seeing Yuki hitting Matilda with a Shadow Ball.)

Elton: <YEAH! You go~!>

(Kim, of course, still has the umbrella up.)

Hammerlocke Banquet

(Cuddles is still snuggling up against Luperian.)

Cuddles: <Yay, hugs~>

The Wild Area, Bond or Break

Kim: "Nope. You're a complete pacifist. You don't like confrontation, period."

Ballonlea Stadium Entrance Room

Kim: "Indeed." (She turns to face Ozzy.) "Ozzy?"

(Ozzy nods, and Kim gets on his back.)

Circhester

(Braker eventually arrives, with his four Pokemon in tow. Meanwhile, Kimberly Bond is standing in front of the stadium, waiting for Ian and Evelyn to arrive.)

MEANWHILE IN THE HASSLEMON INTERWEBS

TA: So... this is it. i must Say, this is going to Be a very interesting Battle, to Say the least. Of Course, we won't find that out until we actually See Kim in the heat of Battle.

FS: oohhhhh~ i can barely wait~~

ZL: Neither can I!

RM: THIS—IS—GOING—TO—BE—A—BLAST! WHO'S—THIS—"KImBErLY BOND"—PErSON—THOUGH?

TA: You'll See.

Circhester

(Eventually, Kim sees Braker approaching her and smiles.)

Kim: "Ah, Braker. Good to see you here."

Braker: "Good to see you too. My Pokemon are very excited to see your battle. Especially Cuddles."

Kim: "I would imagine."

Mercury looked to Dante and Vergil, the two looked back.

"Okay, suspicious as hell. Right up our alley."

He stood up and dusted himself off, tossing the bottle into a trash bin he walked off after the 'Ranger'.

He rolled his shoulders a bit, "Gonna have to cover me."

<We need to get you some medium tools,> Dante noted.

<And a new arm as well...> Vergil added.

"You guys find me an engineer who can do those. And I'll pay every cent for it."

Oasis

From behind where Protium, Deuterium and Tritium sat, two sisters turned to look at them in unison, a conversation playing out in their heads very swiftly.

Almost in the amount of time that one would normally take to turn to look, the two sisters had reached an agreement, any possible further discussion redundant given their silent thought process.

They looked at the trio, knowing what they had been discussing and their worries. One sister's nose flinched at the scent of what was cooking, but the blond-haired one shook her head and approached.

"37 seconds." She said simply. "You've got 35 until it's cooked well enough to eat. 32, 31..."

"Forgive us. We're students of the School, much like you are." The other sister apologized, coming in. Her hair's color seemed to take on all sorts of colors, cohesive but wild. "I trust you don't mind us stopping to say hello?"

The sisters shared a strange gesture, communicating something with neither looking at the other.

Hammerlocke Banquet, far past

Jane: Thank you, sir.

Tommy, awkward fanboy catatonia look on his face: <Mumbling fanboy noises.>

The rotom phone floats up in front of the trio.

Gimbal: Alright, honey. Say "cheese!"

And with one clicking sound, she takes the picture with the camera phone. The picture was undoubtedly very awkward.

Jane: Thanks.

Tommy: <Happiness noises>

The Oasis

Protium was taken aback by the arrival of the new strangers. How long have they been here? Where did they come from? He really didn't have time to read them because the break in his concentration essentially shattered his attempts at creating his illusionary bubble around the group.

Besides Protium himself, anyone who can read auras can now detect all four of them. Deuterium, meanwhile, was a lot less worried, up until they heard the word "school" and Tritium couldn't quite hide her excitement.

At a glance, Deuterium could be recognized as a Templar, if only because she was significantly older than her young companion.

Deuterium: Hello there. We were just out camping here... and did you say the school?

Tritium: What's your designation?

Deuterium: Are you escapees, too?

Protium: I have a lot of questions.

Deuterium: So do I, but I don't think they mean us any harm.

Tritium: They do not.

Deuterium: But are you linked to another Templar?

Protium: And are they being followed?

Tritium: They are not.

Anyone who could read elements would've figured out what Tritium's actual designation was based on the concentric circle pattern in her clothes. All three members had a diagram as an identifying marker for themselves. An atom with one orbital shell and only one electron.

Almost immediately after Mercury's group left, the farfetch'd flew up and followed them, leek on wing, still looking at them.

Protium and Tritium could sense the former group's arrival. Protium was honestly not happy at all.

Protium: ~I told you to watch them, you miserable bird.~

Dinner, the Farfetch'd: <I'm watching them, mate. Didn't think you also meant try to stop them from following you.>

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 20th 2021 at 1:31:48 AM

Oasis

"I am Cesium," the blonde said simply before turning to her sister, waving away some of the smoke until it took on a purple hue, the number "83" forming in front of it. "And she is Bismuth. No need to introduce yourselves, we know your names already. It's a curse."

"And no, we haven't escaped... yet. All we'll say is that we know how to sneak out and avoid suspicion," Bismuth summarized. "and that the School has too much power to spend tracking two fugitives. So, we simply evade scrutiny when we can to fraternize with other kids we're able to locate."

As if to prove the point, she teleported in a purple flash to above a tree, holding herself aloft with psychic levitation to sell the illusion of a 1-handed handstand atop the tree.

"The problem is," Cesium added. "by the time we meet them, all possible interactions have been undertaken. But, can I ask if you have any specialties, power-wise, as well?"

Hammerlocke

Brie: 'Cause sometimes you don't take care of yourself and I get very worried. But yeah, it's nice not to have things going on.

-she frowns-

Speaking of. Everything okay?

Stormchaser, Engine Room

PEFE!Every: It's apparently possible that I am, to some extent, partially descended from fairies? But I wouldn't worry about it. There's no mystery involved, just a mild neurotoxin.

Cytosol: <Is that reassuring?>

PEFE!Every: ...Well, it reassures me! Let me text Ever.

-...-

-...-

PEFE!Every: (shrug) Maybe they're busy?

Stormchaser, Megan Zone

Ever: (dryly) Yay. Violence.

Scramble: -drifts off to take some pictures of the walls-

Ever: ...They're cute, but they don't focus well.

-they go back to watching the battle-

This is giving me Baccarat flashbacks. Words cannot describe my hatred of that bird.

It's nice seeing sleep-based tactics again, though. I should get something worked out with some of my team. For the League, you know.

Wyndon Stadium, Ian VS Daisuke

Daisuke: -quietly- Matilda, use Calm Mind.

Me: Yuki, use Blizzard again!

-Matilda closes her eyes and relieves her mind of stress, allowing her psychic powers to flow throughout her body and her thoughts to run more coherently. Yuki swirls more wind and snow around her snow-cloaked form before releasing it as a rush of cold at Matilda, freezing her solid.-

Daisuke: Taihenda...

Me: Alright, Yuki! Let's wrap this up with Shadow Ball!

Yuki: <Hai!>

-Yuki pulls a blank slip of paper from her sleeve and begins to channel her spiritual energy through it.-

Yuki: -thinks to herself- It's not a Cleanse Tag, but it'll do in a pinch...

Yuki: <Rin... Pyo... To... Sha... Kai... Jin... Retsu... Zai... ZEN!!>

-Yuki straightens out the slip of paper with her mind and surrounds it in an orb of spiritual energy, which she launches at Daisuke's Hatterenesicle. The orb explodes, shattering the ice around Matilda and knocking her unconscious.-

Referee: Matilda is unable to battle! Yuki wins!

-Daisuke calls Matilda back to her Poké Ball before she gets pelted by hailstones again.-

Daisuke: It's clear by those three Pokémon alone that I underestimated you, Ian-kun.

Me: You'd be surprised by what Evelyn and I can accomplish together. It's gotten us this far in the least.

Daisuke: I understand that much, but it's a mistake I will soon rectify.

-And then everyone who isn't Yuki gets pummeled by hailstones again.-

Daisuke, Piku-chan and I: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Wyndon Stadium Stands

-Evelyn gets pummeled by hailstones again.-

Evelyn: Ow ow ow ow.

Wild Area, Bond or Break

Gallag: <That’s, like, so correct. I mean, why should anyone have to fight if they can avoid it? Anywho, it’s nice to know you’re appreciated by those you love. That goes for you as well. As for the question, what is my favorite movie?>

Hammerlocke Banquet

Me: That's really interesting. I should make a note of that.

-Evelyn's eyes glow a magical pink as she telekinetically lifts her friend into the air.-

Me: Thank you, Evelyn.

Evelyn: No problem.

The Oasis

-A scarlet streak zooms across the sky before landing in the oasis and kicking up some dust. The source of the dust cloud looks like the spitting image of Ian Pollyanna Salberg, but with a more smug look on his face, and apparently a greater leaning towards the color red. Eyes shimmering a supernatural purple, he slowly and gently approaches the other people there.-

Me?: This looks like a nice party you lot have going on here. Mind at all if I crash it?

Oasis

Deuterium: I figured. You'd be able to read us and since Tritium's not panicking, she seems to trust you. I'd have asked how you figured out Protium since he's an auric blank but we may have betrayed him in conversation.

Protium: Tch.

She dives into her satchel and takes out three cups and laid them on a flat rock they've been using as a table.

Deuterium: My brainwaves follow the frequency of water molecules. I know where water is and how to use it. I also know how to do this!

With a few flourishes of the arms, she seemed to have taken a column of water from the nearby Oasis pond and began dropping precise globs of it onto the cups with nary a drop out of place. She returned the rest of the column to the water.

Once they observed the cups, they'd notice that it had perfectly formed ice cubes in it.

Deuterium: Hydrokinesis. Tell 'em what's yours, honey. You told me yourself that we can trust them.

Tritium: I... I... I can cancel out other people's powers.

Deuterium: She's from a more recent batch.

Protium: We're still not sure about these people, and I'm pretty sure that them and the next one that popped out are all from Tritium's batch. Jeez, where are you stragglers coming from!

Deuterium: Relax, Protes, they're not gonna hurt us. Want lamb? We've got plenty, though you're gonna have to wait for the next one.

Protium: If they bring a templar here.

Tritium: There's only one templar here and that is Deuterium. We're safe, Protium. We don't need to run today.

She turns to the stranger.

Tritium: Hello.

Edited by MasterJayAM on Jun 20th 2021 at 1:33:15 AM

Orre Oasis

Me?: It's a pleasure to meet you. You can call me "Radon", Number 86.

Oasis

"No need. If nothing, the School feeds us well enough." Cesium waved off.

"Yeah, that whole, 'auric blank' and 'canceling powers' things kinda explains a fair bit," Bismuth allowed, having teleported back down to the ground. "Like, it's fuzzy looking at you in the short term, like a word right in your face. I knew that our powers would be thrown a bit off, but two students doing so? That's on me."

"For reference, we are both clairvoyant. The two of us specialize in predicting different things - Cesium can predict events close enough where the consequences of announcing them is minimal while I have more far out events in my visions - but we've both been able to learn a wide variety of things from simply peering in on classes and whatnot remotely." Bismuth bragged.

Cesium crossed her arms in concentration before looking up at Radon with a flash in her glasses. "Fire, huh? You'd expect for someone named for a non-reactive noble gas to have something more... refined."

She then flinched under a glare from Bismuth that she wasn't looking at.

Oasis

Radon: I may be named for a noble gas, but I am also named for a radioactive noble gas. I would assume that to be the reason for my incendiary prowess.

-At that moment, a flurry of snow falls on Cesium and Bismuth, as though someone who doesn't have much presence is trying to get their attention.-

"Figured it was a bunch of School Kids," Mercury said stepping in.

<Who else could it be?> Dante asked.

Mercury smirked, "So what's up with you all? Experiments or runaways?" he asked.

He had a confident swagger to his walk, as if he knew what to do.

Vergil stepped over and looked at the assembled party, <Do they know even who you are?>

"Does it matter? Technically speaking, I'm dead to the School."

Orren Oasis

Deuterium: Yes, we are runaways. All three of us have the same designation: Hydrogen. I wouldn't really call it a name. We were all the first off the production chain. Thinking about it, though, I'm the only one who seemed to be on-theme with my element. Call me Deuterium. The heavy version of the element.

She points to the angery blond kid, taken aback by all the others.

Deuterium: Over there's our big brother Protium. The basic model. "Big" like older. I've been taller than him since forever and he's had that slouch since forever. Visual and Auditory illusionist. Electrokinetic. Master of disguise.

Protium: Hydrogen of Batch 1998. The School apparently thought that was too dangerous to let live because I was also a blank. I found a way to dodge that and lived under their radar ever since. And I don't intend to stop now.

Deuterium: And this one's Tritium. We all named ourselves after the isotopes of our designated element. As far as we know or care, those are our names.

Tritium: There's another person here.

Protium stared back at Mercury.

Protium: Oh, I know where you came from. You're from the Phantoms.

Deuterium: Wait, you're from that batch?

Tritium: He means us no harm. You know that.

Protium: I'm not taking any chances. I've been wrong before. And this many school kids at once is gonna attract something. And you know how hard it is to get an oasis like this?

Deuterium: You do know that the pueblo ruins we've been living in doesn't actually belong to us, right?

Protium: Then how are we supposed to stay under the radar now?

Deuterium: Cool your jets, Protes. We'll figure something out.

Tritium: Maybe they can help us.

Edited by MasterJayAM on May 26th 2021 at 1:59:43 AM

Oasis

Dodging the snowfall with surprising grace, Bismuth landed a short distance in front of Radon from her flip, brushing the snow off her shirt with visible annoyance.

"Rude."

"Not runaways, really. As I said before, we can't exactly run away forever since the School can devote too much to tracking us if we're gone. So simply teleporting out to fraternize until we're to be checked on again is nothing new.

"And, well, we've got plenty of time until we need to return to our dorm." Cesium shrugged. "So yeah, we could help."

Unknown Location

???: "Ah, Firebrand. Good, I wanted to speak with you."

-The Templar stands at attention, arms behind her back.-

Firebrand: "Doctor?"

Doctor ???: "We require more provisions, I need you to get some tomorrow. And I'm expecting some supplies from one of the main facilities, so you'll need to stop by the dead drop point."

Firebrand: "Of course."

-The doctor glances over at her.-

???: "Is there something you wish to say?"

Firebrand: "Thallium requested some lipstick and earrings, to match me. And Mercury asked for more comics."

-The doctor drums his fingers on the desktop.-

Doctor ???: "Thallium's request is approved. Mercury, however...his performance has been lackluster lately. These...these requests are rewards, to motivate them. The boy can have his comics once I'm satisfied he's actually trying."

Firebrand: "I understand the goals of the project. But don't you think you're pushing Mecury too hard? You're going to burn him out."

Doctor ???: "If he cannot adapt and evolve, he is useless and so is his DNA."

Firebrand: "Keegan-"

Keegan: "Doctor Lazarus, Templar. You would do well to remember that."

Firebrand: "Doctor Lazarus, all I wish to suggest is that perhaps-"

Doctor Lazarus: "Perhaps what, Templar? I know how to do my job, and I need you to do yours."

-Firebrand averts her eyes as she sees Keegan pick up a device that looks like a souped-up Aura Jammer.-

Doctor Lazarus: "I created you, Firebrand. Just likw I created those children."

-His thumb hovers over a button.-

Doctor Lazarus: "Say it."

-Firebrand slowly looks up, eyes wide.-

Firebrand: "Without you, I am nothing."

-Lazarus allows himself a small smile.-

Doctor Lazarus: "Yes. I do hate having to remind you, Firebrand. Tomorrow you will go perform the errands I have requested. You may purchase one tube of lipstick for Thallium. For your insubordination, you are not allowed to purchase earrings for her. Now, if there isn't anything else?"

Firebrand: "...no, Doctor. That will be all."

Oasis

A young purple eyed girl watches the conversation from a distance, before breathing deeply to steel herself and going to sit by the others.

??? Hello. You are all schoolchildren, correct? I am also a schoolchild, and therefore wish to be included in this gathering.

She speaks methodically, like she is reading out the words. She is, in fact - she has small flashcards poking out of her sleeve.

Orren Oasis

Deuterium: That's certainly a good thing to hear. Arceus knows we need more allies here and there. It's hard enough to survive with just the three of us, but we make do.

Tritium turned to the new arrival.

Tritium: I knew you'd muster up the courage to approach us. Come and join.

With that, she dropped another few pieces of mutton into the fire. Deuterium shrugged and greeted the newcomer with a smile. Protium lowered his shoulders in resignation (or was it the slouch? No one could really tell). He sat down and grabbed a leg of roasted ampharos.

Deuterium: Well, we certainly won't need to worry about storing the leftovers now.

Protium, after swallowing: I'm not exactly sure how you all found this place.

Deuterium: Probably for the same reason we did. Living things are drawn to oases. Where there's water, there's life. And there's that nearby bus stop we use to take our metal scrap bits to town.

Protium: I don't suppose you all want to build a little schoolchild colony 'ere?

Deuterium: We already know that they're not dangerous, Protes, could you give it a rest?! We'll figure this out. What brings you to our humble oasis?

Edited by MasterJayAM on May 25th 2021 at 8:39:43 PM

The Shadows coalesced into more concrete forms, Jackal rolled out of the way as Knight raised his shield against some attacks.

"Come on ya Happy Days extra, surely we can- nah I can't finish that sentence with a straight face. You basically just signed away any chance of peaceful resolution!" Knight said with pride in his voice.

Jackal looked at Daniel directly and pointed at him, "When I get to you..."

Daniel rolled his eyes... though he took offense to Azumi-no-isora's comment about his outfit. "I didn't pick this outfit! It's what I got when I got hired!"

That made Jackal pause, "Hired?"

Daniel realized that probably wasn't the best thing to say, he snapped his fingers, Hetfield mimicking the action. There was a chill that entered the room, Jackal turned around and saw a large shadow, wearing a thick cloak, a wide brimmed hat, a jawless skull floated where the head should be.

"... Okay I'm not gonna lie but I want this thing."

The Reaper raised a revolver and fired, Jackal got out of the way, as another 2 appeared... and opened fire, one of which seemed intent on striking Azumi-No-Isora for their comments.

Daniel grabbed Isabelle's shadow and ran off further backstage, Hetfield laughing a mischevious gremlin laugh as he did so.

Knight tossed an aura sphere into one of the Reapers, "Okay so, advice?!"

Mercury sat down, "Phantom Class of 2006. I'm... technically 23," he noted, "Aging is a bit weird when it comes to those genetic engineering freaks."

<We were found along the way, during his escape,> Vergil explained.

<Bleeding stump for a right arm,> Dante added with a smile.

"I'm on my way out of Orre, I think I should be fine. Just need to get a prosthetic, working one handed is gonna be hard."

<You are left handed though,> Vergil said.

"Eeeennnh... ambidextrous technically but with a strong southpaw leaning."

Palace Studio

Rn'L, noticing that their target was bolting for it, had Ahemait sniff him out with Odor Sleuth for future reference while he made the decision to slash at some Shadows with a hit of Obscura, drained and sitting down to let Ahemait continue after he had a lock on Dan's scent.

Oasis

At the proposition of a "schoolkid colony" the sisters focused for a moment, arms crossed as they considered the outcomes.

"...Sure." They eventually allowed.

Prector III

Cap, if you legit are doing this just because you want to join then I accept that but if you just want nifty metal maybe just... I dunno let Roxy join and then trade with that?

-Gale took a deep breath, a faint wisp of obscura emitting from the 'mouth' of her helmet as emphasis-

I know my masks and I wear them willingly. Is that a problem?

Hammerlocke Banquet, Dragons

Takcorian: Yeah, now if you'll excuse me I refuse to be left out of a snuggle with a fluffy electric spider.

-Takcorian gives a wink and a pout before joining the hug with their sibling-

Studio Palace

-Rakash becomes visibly concerned when the Reapers form into being-

Okay. Guys don't panic. But those are Reapers, the real powerful Shadows down here. Looks like this new guy's got the same Reaper army powers as that guy I was talking about earlier except we're way weaker right now...

-He puts on a nervous smile-

Well, what's the play? Damnit, when do I get to have a Reaper army?

Wyndon Hotel, Nowabouts

-Gale is prepping for her Elites run (well, the Galar equivalent) and hopeful match against Tagg. Most of this preparation is based around giving her team plenty of food and attention to make sure they're healthy as can be for this. Of course, at the same time she's doing her social media duties and showing off her team to her streaming audience-

Alright so I'm planning on leading with James as usual but... I'm torn about whether to Dynam—

-The chat is flooded with people 'chanting' the words "Space Gale Space Gale"-

W-what? Guys don't be silly I'm not doing anything about space.

-She said, like a liar. But she was sure there was no leaks about what happened in February or the in early production fictional rendition thereof so what was everyone excited about? Deciding to check her other social media platforms, Gale found the source: A tweet someone posted mentioning her that was a repost or someone else posting an image. The image in question was an oil painting depicting what seemed to be Gale Knight drifting weightless in a slightly familiar void-

Huh... I mean it's nice fan art I just...

-Gale's gaze darts up as a Murkrow lands on top of the laptop, just above the camera-

Oh, this is more than just fan art isn't it?

Karliah: <She sent me to tell you to head to the Ebonmere, she needs to show you something.>

... You mean the Subwhere yeah? Lemme just finish this up and I'll be right on it.

-The Murkrow nods and leaves just as silently and enigmatically as she arrived-

Alright guys, I'm gonna put the stream on hold for now, might resume when I get back. Love you all.

-She gives a smile at the camera before ending the stream and snapping back to a concerned expression and stepping into the shadows-

J-Team Textspace, a few hours later

Oasis

-When Cesium and Bismuth jump to avoid the snow flurry, they'd see a silver-haired girl with the same purple eyes that they, Radon and apparently most of the other Schoolchildren have.-

???: O-Oh... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to seem rude... I just... wanted someone to talk to... I-I'm... Nitrogen... but I'd rather be called "Sophie". I just think that's a cuter name than just plain Nitrogen... I'm with Radon, who's apparently behind you...

Radon: 'Sup?

Sophie: As for a Schoolkid colony... It'd be nice to have a place to come back to after a long day and friends to talk to...

Radon: Yeah... and if you need help with building it, you'll have my telekinesis as well. And as for Skates...

Studio Palace

-Joybringer directs Cu Chulainn to slash at a few of the Reapers with a psychic energy-tipped spear.-

Joybringer: -to Rage and Love- Don't worry! We'll hold 'em off!

J-Textspace

Textspace

Nimbasa

"Nice to be back here."