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For Honor Event - Part 2- July 20 2019

Eevelion:

An hour, give or take, and a half dozen jugs of water, either quaffed or poured directly on people, later, and everyone had mostly recovered from their ordeals in the drinking contest. With today's contestants back in fighting form Gaius, the ghost, mounted their steed and began the trot toward their next battleground, grabbing a flagpole out of the ground as they marched "COME CHAMPIONS! FOR WE NEAR THE END, THY FINAL CHALLENGE AWAITS!"

Gigi:

Well Braces' arm was feeling a little better, still he didn't know how exactly to feel about being here, maybe it hadn't been such a great idea to come descend from heaven when it was none of his business and was still none of his business ever since he died. Was he doing more harm than good, being here in such a well, rusty state?

He followed onward, only hoping this ghost would be able to be taken out with a fair amount of ease.

Lolo had been on the wayside for most of these matches; and she still wasn't sure how she felt about direct interaction quite yet. She clutched flounce's carrying strap worriedly, hoping this wouldn't be the day she had to use it and if she did....she wouldn't make a fool of herself.

Sera:

Spanx walked with everyone toward the final location. One event left. She hoped it was something she was good at whatever it was.

Leona:

Considering how terrible his luck had been up to now, this last event couldnt be too bad. It seemed like he got the worst out of the way already. And despite being wet,  things were almost over.  With a grunt, he'd saunter over to the next event.

Zaku:

Obi walks alongside with everyone, and hey, the alcohol to body size distribution thing was true. Ain't that some shit? But hey, looks like they were a step towards completing these trials.

Eevelion:

The ghost would lead his opponents to the bridge over the stream, the prop castle standing on the other side. Bringing his horse to a stop in the middle of the bridge he would turn towards the group and firmly stab the flag into the stone before raising his lance and loudly proclaiming “HERE THIS KNIGHT MAKES HIS FINAL STAND, I DECLARE THAT I WILL NOT ALLOW ANYONE TO PASS THIS BRIDGE, AND WELCOME ALL WHO WOULD CHALLENGE MY CLAIM, MAKE THY GREATEST ATTEMPT TO PASS ME AND SEIZE THIS FINAL VICTORY, OR BE THROWN OFF IN SHAME!”

Eevelion:

Crown bounced up to the front of the bridge, doing a few stretches, she hadn't participated in anything to this point and wanted to at least be there for the finale. She'd wait for everyone to be ready before bounding onto the stone tiles of the bridge ahead of everyone else.

Sera:

Spanx moved forward, carefully keeping an eye on the others, her shield raised. She didn't plan to  get across herself, but maybe she could help someone else in that department.

Gigi:

Lolo made a small move forward; Braces ending up farther out than he wanted to be; he'd have to take on the ghost at this distance, wouldn't he....

Leona:

Gakuran was hesitant to charge out front. So he played it safe and only took a few steps. Considering their current position, he might ant to pace himself.

Zaku:

Obi took his first steps towards the bridge and wow was this thing shorter or was he just tall? Definitely the second option.  But hey, slow and steady wins the race. Just be careful out there, Crown child.

Eevelion:

The ghost chuckled to himself as his opponents set foot on the bridge, he'd rear his horse back before charging forward, knocking Crown to the side before taking his lance and swinging it around him, knocking Braces and Crown away from him.

Gigi:

And as expected Braces got knocked back; he tried to use the pole he still had to get a swipe at the steed's legs but...it didn't really do much. He scurried off forward, trying to get back to the center some. He might suck but he wasn't going to lose.

Lolo, on the other hand, noticed the ghost was coming in close and decided to....retreat immediately. Not yet.

Sera:

The ghost stops just before hitting Spanx. She lets her shield down a bit and charges forward, giving the ghost a nice tap with her shield hoping to slow him down a bit and catch up to the others to help them get the rest of the way home.

Eevelion:

Crown, having taken a few hits and being nearly thrown off, runs back to the center of the bridge to give herself some defense in case the ghost gets her again. Meanwhile, the ghost having taken a few hits against himself notices the obvious threat of the girl running ahead of the pack, twirling his lance to hit back his attackers before turning and moving up towards her as much as he could.

Leona:

Still recovering from the drinking, pre and post event made him a bit sluggish. He couldn't manage a good hit but at the very least kept it distracted. "The whole points just out running it right?" He  questioned near Lolo and Obi. "If we keep its attention maybe we can win." Before being pushed back a bit.  Gakuran braces himself to be pushed back and recovers for a follow up.

Zaku:

Well, not like the archangel was expecting some kind of sparring. Blocking with Guinness, the giant of an angel is knocked back, nearing the edge.  Hearing Gakuran's suggestion, he nods in response. "Just keep it busy, yeah? Sounds good to me."

Gigi:

Braces hopes moving toward crown and letting the ghost be preoccupied with someone else while he moves unassumingly works. He's surprisingly quiet as he makes the one slow, solitary movement.

Meanwhile, Lolo is hiding behind the angels yet, still unsure if she wants to actually face off against it herself. Flouce is extended to its full, shining form now...just in case. "I think so? It works as far as a strategy goes, I guess..."

Sera:

Knowing she probably could take another one of those hits, and that he can effortless knock everyone down if we all got too close, Spanx decides to move forward instead. She's gotta make sure she can be enough of a distraction for the guys ahead when they get a bit closer.

Gigi:

And Lolo moves so she's right behind the ghost, almost, clutching Flounce nervously. She couldn't do much but buying time? That she could do.

Braces was pretty sure he was in eyeshot of the ghost now, and pressed onward.

Leona:

Gakuran would do his best to tank. His natural roll, as he expected his offense to be lacking in this offense. He was proven right when he attempted another attack and failed. "Whatever you two up there do, don't stop running!"

Eevelion:

The ghost would push back his attackers once more before speeding after Crown, who was running as fast as she could to stay as far away from the ghost as possible, the ghost gives an annoyed grunt as she managed to just stay outside of his reach.

Zaku:

Giving Guinness a good rev, Obi swipes at the ghost.

Aaaand is subsequently knocked back. Welp, he felt good about that hit nonetheless.

Gigi:

Lolo got pushed back by the ghost strike that wasn't targeted at her so much, but she was behind the angel that was targeted and she tried to brace the hit as best as she could with the pole end of Flounce. She moved beside Gakuran accordingly, stopping to stoop the weapon's pole on her thigh as she caught her breath. geez

Sera:

The ghost wizzed passed Spanx and she knew this was her last opportunity to slow him down some. She ran into him with her shield and connected.

Zaku:

Regaining movement, Obi moved towards Gakuran and Lolo, looking ahead to Crown sprinting towards the other side of the birdge. God speed, dotter. God speed.

Leona:

Having been pushed back into Lolo was a set back, but didn't stop him. He moved forward confident they had at least won. Even if he hadn't been able to do much.

Eevelion:

As Crown continued to sprint down the bridge the ghost chased her down like a bat out of hell, he would have caught up with her, had it not been for Spanx's attack, the last in a long line of the contenders doing everything they could to slow him, throwing off their mounts speed by just a hair, a hair that allowed Crown to just manage to reach the finish line. She would throw her hands up in triumph as the ghost planted their lance into the ground in defeat and dismounted.

Gigi:

Braces was just barely behind Crown; but it didn't matter, what was done was done, and he gave a sigh of relief as he himself passed the finish line, raising a fist up at chest level.

Lolo took a few steps forward before sitting down; this was it, the ghost was dismounted. There wasn't much more to really do, was there?

Zaku:

Looking towards the other side of the bridge, Obi smiled warmly as he looked over at the young blonde, hands raised in victory. That's his godkiddo right there.

Leona:

"Good Job you two" Remarked Gakuran to Lolo & Obi. "Crown won it for us but our team work cant be ignored." He even gave an acknowledging nod toward Spanx whom got the final winning blow. But now there was nothing to do but wait and see the result.

Sera:

Spanx shot up in excitement and shouted, "Good job Crown!!  I knew you could make it!!"

Gigi:

She gave a small laugh. "Yeah....I guess so." Maybe that was all she had to do, really.

Eevelion:

Crown met Brace's request for a fistbump with a palm to his knuckles, not really supposed to high-five a fistbump but she was distracted, she couldn't believe she got to take part in her first knight games, and even more, she won! That starstruck look on her face only temporarily being broken by the ghost giving off light. The ghost would address the others “WELL DONE CHAMPIONS, FOR VICTORY OR DEFEAT, THOU HATH GIVEN THIS OLD KNIGHT ONE FINAL CHANCE TO TAKE TO THE FIELD AND CLAIM HONOR, FOR THAT I THANK THEE.” He'd fiddle with his helmet some before taking it off, revealing a perfectly round stark black head with round beady yellow eyes “IT'S STRANGE, WITH THIS I FEEL, COMPLETE. He'd look around at the party “ONCE MORE I THANK THEE ALL FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, I FEEL AS IF I AM FINALLY READY TO MOVE ON.” As he said this his body started to fade into motes of light that blew away on the breeze, leaving behind only his lance planted into the bridge.

Zaku:

Huh...that was a feeling that Obi hadn't felt in a while. A job well done. No excessive fighting, no property damage, just getting work done. He gives a small salute to the knight as he dissipates.

"Rest easy."

Gigi:

He didn't even really care that the bump was as halfhearted as it was because....well, it had been a while since he'd seen something like this.

A peaceful passing.

It was such a simple thing, really, but ...he felt his eyes grow warm, and a smile snuck up on him.

"Fare the well, sir gaius." Braces walked over slowly as the light settled.

He planted his own pole nearby, hand lingering on it.

Gigi:

Lolo never really had the opportunity to see something like this; she was still so used to a lot of the blowy-uppy fighty parts of the whole angels and ghosts thing. She knew this sort of thing happened, but theory and practice are a whole other thing....and while the explosions were really cool and all this was...she felt a certain way. She barely knew this ghost, but it ...it felt good to just watch him leave with simple defeat.

She'd never seen a ren faire. How long had he been there before they came? How long had he waited?

She just sat and watched, still on the ground.

"You're welcome," She said, ever so quietly.

Sera:

Spanx released a big sigh of relief while watching the ghost dissipate. He was nice, and she was relieved that they were successful without having to resort to violence. Well her back would disagree on that point.

Eevelion:

Crown would gaze at the ghost's remains as they drifted away before giving a small bow and saying “Rest in peace, good sir knight.” Meanwhile it would seem the handlers had commandeered the van, having parked it at the start of the bridge, honking the horn to signal everyone to get in. Once everyone was gathered around the handler that gave the briefing would congratulate them all “Well done everyone, we're glad to see repenting the ghost went off with... I think only one broken bone? Also possibly some liver damage, you can get that checked when we get back to Psi if you're worried. Anyways, hopefully this was a valuable experience to you all. Now, are we good to get going or does anyone have to do something before we move?” The driver handler tapped their foot on the pedal impatiently, ready to head back to Psi.

Leona:

Content with a job well done, Gakuran gave his silent goodbye to the ghost. Moving back to join the Handlers in the van. He was ready to take a nice relaxing nap and unwind from a long day getting beat.

Gigi:

Damn, that was right, his arm still was sort of borked up. Thankfully he didn't have to do much in the last leg, but now that all the adrenaline was starting to wear off, yeah that hurt. "Maybe?" He gave a bit of a groan as he sat down. Honestly he was hoping he could walk it off, he's dealt with worse dealing with ghosts anyway.....

Lolo took a while getting up and getting Flounce packed up, but as she was running back she gave one final glance ove rher head before finally taking a seat.

"Does that happen a lot?"

Zaku:

He nods in response to the driver's ready to go, waiting for everyone to head in before he could take his seat. He does however give a thumbs up towards Spanx and gives his god daughter a ruffle of the head. "You all did good out there."

Sera:

"Thanks Obi, that means a lot coming from you." She began to shuffle back into the car, still stretching her aching muscles.

Zaku:

Reassuring hand on shoulder for Spanx. Ah, the after ghost fight aches. Granted for Obi that would be couple with a few good city blocks being decimated, but the sympathy is shared. He's an oldboy after all. But hey, she did a good job.

Eevelion:

With everyone seemingly finished up for the day the handler closed the van door and hopped into the passenger seat, shuttling the party back to Psi to rest after a job well done.

[dcwastelands]

For Honor Event - Part 1 - July 13, 2019

Eevelion:

It had been about five minutes since everyone had been loaded into the transport van, jostling as it rolled across the bumpy untamed roads of the wastes while a handler gave a briefing on today's events, having prior only been explained as "Ghost neutralization".

"We're currently about ten minutes off from the Old Renaissance Fairgrounds where we are aware a Ghost has made it's lair, this ghost; Phantom Knight by our logs, or..." They'd take a close look at the log sheet they had brought with them "'Ser Gaius Grimsley von Datenshire III' by it's own proclamation, is on the more passive side, but it's actions inadvertently put the base and travelers at risk. As such it's been decided that it should be neutralized for people's safety. We're currently not recommending direct combat with the ghost, as we don't know it's full capabilities and we'd rather minimize chances of harm coming to anyone, instead we want to use this as an exercise in repenting a ghost through fulfilling it's last desires, since not many have done so. Judging by the ghost's behavior, we assume that engaging it in a 'tournament' has a high probability of fulfilling these desires, so it will be up to you all to put forth your best effort in defeating it in anything it challenges you to."

The driver in the front seat would call out for the handler's attention "About eight minutes now." gripping their papers the handler would turn back to those present "Y-yes, as he said, it's not far away, so if there's anything you need to know ask it now, and I'll try to answer your questions with what intel we have. Also," They'd produce a stack of papers from under their seat "Everyone should take a copy of the log sheet and give it a look as well." They'd hand the stack to whoever was behind them, ready to take any incoming questions.

Leona:

Gakuran, having begrudgingly come along, began to exam the paper work. While  understanding the reasoning for not attacking, he'd be concerned with toying with a ghost. Though he had no questions, he was ready for the day to be over. He was here for observation and help, the quicker they did this the faster they'd get back home. "I'm fine with trying to repent the ghost by its means but what if it gets violent? Will we abort and take it down by other means?" Knowing that repenting a ghost could work well or fail about half the time. But he wouldn't be caught without some backup plan. "If so whats our backup?"

Eevelion:

The handler would scratch their chin a bit at the question "Well, if the ghost does go hostile, you are given permission to fight it, if we find it to be considerable risk we'll call you back and retreat back to Psi. We'll just have to play it by ear but we're really hoping it won't come to blows."

Sera:

Spanx reeled back a little as the words "you are given permission to fight it" hit her ears. "Gosh, I sure hope it doesn't come to that. I hope we can give a ghost a nice send-off for once."

Lief:

"I'd rather avoid that too," was the involuntary mutter from Haori. He wasn't one for fighting- or expending more effort on something than absolutely necessary. He still wasn't sure how he'd gotten roped into this, really. But it seemed to be in everyone's best interest, so who was he to complain?

Dezzy:

"If worst comes to worst, and there's an impasse it might be the only choice. But the proposition that there is a way to do so is much, much favorable for the deceased." While Chaqueta wasn't the battle oriented type, she could defend herself decent with humans at the very least. But she hoped it wouldn't be necessary given the group was tasked with a more peaceful repent to be executed. If her brains could be of any use to them, she had more than enough brain cells to spare.

Zaku:

Ah, cramped vehicle space. One of the few things Obi had forgotten about this past century. But here he was; a near seven foot colossus of an archangel sitting in a van surrounded by others. Almost brings him back. Keyword being almost. He simply nods as he looks over the rest of his compatriots. In a way, it was good to finally get some new scenery for him. Felt like ages since he stepped out.

Leona:

At least they were all on the same page. But something still lingered in his brain, a question. "What can we even expect from this? carnival games?" hoping for any easy excursion. Considering the venue, anything was possible.

Eevelion:

"Well, the ghost seems to fancy itself as a type of knight, if you've ever heard the term 'hastilude' that should give you a pretty good idea, they're contests knights would perform in the olden days as a sort of honor thing."

“Alright, if nobody has anymore questions we've just about arrived-” Suddenly the handler was interrupted by the car come to a brisk halt “The fairgrounds.” hopping out of the passenger side door he'd open the door for those in the back “Alright, everyone out, try not to hit your head on the roof Mr. Ravissepto.” Being ushered out, the passengers would be able to get a good look at the faire, weathered old tents being reclaimed by nature, a stone bridge over a small stream with a concrete castle just past, wild grass had been attempting to encroach the center of the faire, but seemed to have regularly been trampled away by footprints. There was currently no sign of the ghost, but enough evidence that something or other frequents this area.

Zaku:

Precaution taken, Mr. Van Driver, sir. However, that precaution would still serve no good as the minute the door opened, the taller angel of the group sat up to, the surprise of no one, slightly hit his head when trying to get up, He says not a word and waits for at least a few of his compatriots to leave the van first before attempting to sit up yet again. The last thing he needed was blocking other peoples way of exiting while he himself was trying to exit. #JustGiantThings, amirite?

Gigi:

Lolo seemed oddly present for once, turning around to listen to each voice intently; it wasn't often she showed up to these training exercises but considering combat wasn't the focus, she was given the option and took it. How nonchalant all the angels seemed about this was fascinating still. that's just how it was in the wastes! Nothing phased these people.....She hopped out eagerly, staying closer to the handler than letting herself roam free.

In the back, though...someone else didn't seem remotely as amused. One green eye was focused more on the ruins outside the van, taking in the lay of the land as the others went on. He'd been through a lot of these, no need to be too attentive; seeing the wreckage of poles, tents in the greenery it kind of brought an odd knot to his stomach. He'd tail behind the rest of the group, his attention still seemingly far beyond the rest of the group with unwarranted tension. (Really, it was a non-combat repentance, this was what he liked seeing as a human--)

Sera:

Spanx took a moment to stretch after stepping out of the vehicle.  It seemed quiet for a place haunted by a ghost that was causing trouble for people. "I hope it doesn't take too long to find this guy. Anyone have any ideas on how we should lure him out?"

Eevelion:

Crown hopped out of the back of the van, taking in the sights and the smells of the faire. This. Was. Great! She'd always loved stories of knights. And now she was standing in a place where real knights did battle! At least that's what she got out of it, her listening comprehension might have gone a bit out the window when she heard the word 'knight'. But either way she was beaming and happy to be here.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta got a small chuckle out of Obi still hitting his head regardless of warning. Once she was out she took a quick lay of the land. She could only imagine how much fun this dinky little faire was many, many years ago. It never ceases to amaze her how quickly all of this transpired, even in the wake of a festival. Tragedy th as no mercy it seemed, but still, she couldnt help but give a sad sigh.

Lief:

Haori slumped out of the vehicle and blinked lazily as he took a gander at the surrounding area. There was still no telling what that knight-ghost would ask of them, really. Knight tournaments had various events, right? Maybe they would end up going through all of them before they were off the hook....great.

"Weirdly quiet," He mumbled

Zaku:

Alright was that everyone? That looked like everyone. Taking his turn to get out of the car, Obi took in the air and looked over the fairegrounds. Damn...it'd been a hot minute since the archangel had seen something like this. Places that were supposed to be filled with joyous occasion and enjoying the moment. All of that merriment...gone. He frowns slightly at the ruined grounds, but continues onward nonetheless. They had a job to do, and hopefully, a peaceful repent to pull off.

Leona:

Gakuran trailed behind, making sure to stick behind the group. He was uneasy about their task but was hopeful about succeeding. Though, the new faces made him wonder if they would work well together. He would followed behind Obi and commented to Haori "Quiet, but lets enjoy it while we can and take time to prepare".

Eevelion:

No sooner did Spanx ask how to find the quarry than from a distance came a hearty “HAHA!”, with a loud whinny and the beat of hooves approached a stout (aka, short, real manlet like) figure clad in heavy black armor on the back of an impressive ghostly stallion. Slowing to a trot in front of the party they would proclaim “HARK KNAVES, FOR THOU HAST ENTERED THE DOMAIN OF THOUST TRUELY, SER GAIUS GRIMSLY VON DATENSHIRE, THIRD OF HIS NAME. FOR WHAT PURPOSE DOST THOU TRESPASS UPON THESE GROUNDS, SPEAK QUICKLY, OR I SHALL HAVE THEE DRAWN AND QUARTERED!” The handler would bury their face in their hand before addressing the group “Alright, here's your quarry, try to calm them down, if it gets too hot we'll make the call, good luck, me and the driver will be watching from nearby.” With their piece said the two of them would walk off, staying within viewing distance.

Lief:

"Interesting," Haori said under his breath. "Uh, which of us is spokesperson, exactly?" This was a little louder, enough for everyone to hear.

Haori didn't see himself as capable enough to speak for the entire group....or smooth enough. How were knights supposed to talk? He couldn't get into a character on command.

Gigi:

Well, something was coming back to Braces, but he wasn't sure what it was exactly...none of this crew really seemed to get what was going on at a ren faire though. He crossed his arms, grimacing...he may actually have to intervene?

Zaku:

Oh woah, right to it, eh? Uh...alright, Obi will step in.  Not too far, but a good half-step at best.

Sera:

Spanx replies to the knight meekly, "Apologies Sir Gaius, we, uh, didn't mean to trespass. We're here to, um, what was that word again? Halibut."

Zaku:

"Greetings, Sir." He speaks up alongside Spanx. "We are....travelers of sorts here to...seek why you reside on these grounds."

Gigi:

Braces pinched his nose. This was horrible. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take. He looked almost close to tears, even.

Dezzy:

For the event, Chaqueta wore simple dress and she gave a polite curtsy toward the knight as the others spoke.

Lief:

Haori tugged at his collar. The whole...whatever he was wearing...it was a little tight across the chest, and stuffy. Not like the loose clothes he normally wore. This whole thing felt like a stageplay, which- as far as he understood- wasn't far off from what a ren faire actually was. He remained carefully quiet, aware that any snarking could easily get them all in big trouble right now. Time and a place for everything.

Leona:

Gakuran followed suite with the group by acknowledging the knight with a nod. But he didn't feel the need to respond verbally. He instead would analyze the ghost size and environment to get an idea of what might happen. Gakuran would glance over at Brace and respond "Theres no need to cry, we'll be fine"

Eevelion:

The ghost would think about Spanx's comment before realizing what they meant “HA, WHAT A JEST, YOU MEAN THE HASTILUDES! THOU SHOULD HAVE MENTIONED EARLIER, IF THOU WISHES TO PARTICIPATE IN THE GAMES OF HONOUR THEN SO BE IT, WE SHALL MAKE A TOURNAMENT OF IT!” He'd rear his horse before trotting toward another section of the fairgrounds “COME, THE ARENAS ARE READY, AND BE SURE TO BRING THY STEED.” At this he'd point his lance towards their 'steed', the van they had arrived in, the keys still in the ignition.

Lief:

"Our- our what." Haori deadpanned. "Are we- does the van have a name? Does it need a- never mind." He sighed. He needed to learn to roll with the punches better.

Gigi:

Well, that went...well enough, despite the lack of decent acting. Braces raised a brow in disbelief though as his gaze panned from the van back to the ghost. He knew the not-yet-passed had some issues with denial, but .....it'd been a while since he really had to deal with it.

Dezzy:

As amusing as the ghost was, Chaqueta couldnt help but make a quick note of how the thing registered the van as a horse. "Seems like his perception of reality is different from ours, she whispered. We can use this to our advantage? I wonder to what extent it goes to. We could pass off makeshift props as the real thing if so."

Gigi:

"That'd be ideal, actually," Braces blinked, his volume matching Chaqueta's. "Angels shouldn't lose track of their own weapons, but that can save us from causing any unecessary harm. Nice catch."

Eevelion:

Crown was starstruck, a real life knight! And they even challenged them to knightly games, today was surely going to be amazing! She broke out of her trance momentarily when the knight headed off, jogging a bit to keep toe with them.

Leona:

Maybe the Knight was looking at the raw horsepower of the Van, but that was beside the point. However, it seemed like the rest of the group was already planning. Gakuran would then focus his attention on Chaqueta "That is a good point, I'll keep that in mind." Since it was a strategic advantage, Gakuran complied and headed toward the van. However being much taller than most people also had disadvantages. He'd struggle a bit till everyone else caught up to crown and relocate their steed. Good thing he didn't have his armor on, otherwise the knight my mistake this as a joust.

Zaku:

Obi nods along with the group and follows along with Crown.

Sera:

Spanx blushes a bit after realizing she misspoke. Halibut is a fish you idiot how could you mix that up she mutters to herself. She shuffles behind Obi as he follows Crown. The closest thing to a tree she could hide her shame behind.

Zaku:

Shhhh, your shame shall be resolved by the tree, young Spanx. All is forgiven, child.

Gigi:

Following the hunch suggested from Chaqueta, Braces made an ever so slight detour to dislodge a rod of what he assumed was some sort of metal since it was still intact. He was no lance user, but it'd come in handy and he had no idea how well old faire ruins would be stocked, anyway. who knew who raided these things for weapons even if they were props.

Lolo followed after, nearly sprinting to keep up; she was simply observing at this point since she was...probably too young to remember this phenomenon.

Eevelion:

Gaius led the group to what seemed like a long track, a pole stretched along the middle “AND SO WE COME TO OUR FIRST CHALLENGE, CHOOSE THY CHAMPION, FOR UPON THIS FIELD WE ENGAGE IN THE JOUST!” Having said his piece, he positioned himself at the far end of the track. Seems like, as Gakuran was afraid of, someone would have to duel him in a Joust, but another question remained, who would be the 'horse'?

(One person must participate as the Jouster, another must participate as a Driver)

Leona:

Unknowingly Gakuran signed up to be the steed by driving the Van. He'd show up at what looked like a parking space; without the knowledge that this was his starting point. Having been  away from the group, he didn't catch what they were doing. So he'd sit in the van and observe. "I wonder whats going on out there, did I hear 'Joust' "

Dezzy:

"Eyepatch here," she said while point towards Braces. "Seems like he'd make a good jouster. He got the pole and the beef to handle it"

Sera:

"A joust sounds like a pretty intense first challenge. I might be able to stay on pretty well but I don't know about knocking him over. Maybe someone else should..." Spanx hoped she didn't sound like she was putting this off on others. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her but a real life ghost, even a small one, was still intimidating up close.

Lief:

"I weigh like as much as a cat," Haori provided flatly.

Gigi:

Braces looked over at Chaqueta with a sour face. "I got this just in case! .....Geez, I guess if someone had to though, I could....,"A hand paused on his chest before working at the pole, his suspenders not in their usual spot.

Eevelion:

Crown would stand on one foot as she gave Braces a little cheer “You can do this Mr. Braces! I know from experience that you're plenty strong!”

Gigi:

He gave a sigh. "Fine, you guys don't look like you've even so much as eaten a turkey leg with a fool jingling beside you anyway," He hopped up on the van's roof, giving a tap once he finally got up there. Sure was weird to do this on a car roof, but it wasn't like training or even finding mustangs was a good idea either. "Ready when everyone else is."

Dezzy:

"I have no idea what that means, but thank you anyway!" She said clapping her hands together and giving him a sarcastic smile.She took a couple steps back to where Crown was and would cheer for Braces and Gakuran from the sidelines.

Eevelion:

With his opponent in position, the ghost would loudly proclaim “MAY THE FIRST ROUND BEGIN! CHARGE!” Readying his lance he'd Charge towards the two, Gakuran would pull the car Forward, and Braces would Block atop it.

Despite Braces' preparing for the attack, the Ghost's lance manages to find purchase, hitting him and setting off his balance on the car, though he manages stop grounded.

Sera:

Spanx roars from the crowd, "Hang in there Braces!! You can do it!"

Zaku:

"Give it your all, you two!" Obi shouts alongside a swell.

Gigi:

That'd hit harder than Braces was anticipating; he tried to use the pole's shape to his advantage to grind the attack back but, that kind of backfired, the ghost being too strong and pushing him back.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta winced, she felt that. Still, she continued to clap for the angel.

Leona:

How did he get roped into this. Sadly it was too late to back down, so he braced himself for impact. Thankfully the vans weight helped disperse some of the brunt force. "You okay up there?"

Eevelion:

The commotion seemed to be drawing a bit of a crowd, fauna ghost starting to congregate around the arena, the ones present perking up at Gaius' strike against Braces.

Gigi:

"I think so? Dealt with worse. Whatever," He waved it off, though the other guy couldn't see him doing it. he rubbed his arm. Christ, that smarted.

Eevelion:

Circling around the arena, Gaius would CHARGE toward his opponent again, as Gakuran rounded the corner Braces would prepare to DEFEND, and as the two were about to meet... Gakuran stepped on the gas, BOOSTING towards the collision.

In the collision Braces defended valiantly, but the Ghost's strike was still too strong, breaking his guard and nearly tossing him off the van.

Gigi:

A "God FUCKING damnit!!" could be heard, ponytail flapping in the wind as he was doubled-over on the roof.

Leona:

Gakuran simply looked up and covered his face with the brim of his hat. "Good grief" maybe luck wasn't on their side today.  "I'm guessing you are still ali- dead right?"

Gigi:

"Don't remind me," he covered his eye, groaning. too soon. "God I wanna end this man's whole career."

Eevelion:

As they circled again, Gaius ever so slightly shifted the lance is preparation to BLOCK Braces' incoming STRIKE, as the two get closer Gakuran once again BOOSTS.

As they collided, Braces' lance hit the ghost's, but not with enough force to break their guard, the magnitude of the collision rebounding to him and hurting his arm.

For one final time the two teams circled around the ring, the ghost preparing to strike, Braces, fatigued from the blows he had taken he was scarce able to take another hit and was knocked off into the mud.

Gigi:

Cue a very comedic roll off. he's gonna be fine, he's an angel, who cares. at least he didn't get stabbed in the eye again.

Dezzy:

Big oof. Maybe those muscles were just for show in the end. "Maybe one of us will do better in a different event."

Leona:

Gakuran having felt the rumble of a body, stopped and started to reverse. Once he reached Braces, he'd exit out of the back to help him into the Van and out of there. "Hey we did our time, you need a smoke?"

Lief:

"Brutal," Haori winced. He was glad it wasn't him up there. He'd have been catapulted in a single hit. If anything speed was his game, but he was less experienced than any angel in their group might be. He was beginning to wonder if He would even be any use here.

Eevelion:

The ghost would trot up to Braces' side with a chuckle “A VALIANT EFFORT, I APPLAUD YOUR BRAVERY FACING ME. DO NOT FRET YOUR FAILURE FOR LONG MY FRIEND, THE DAY IS YOUNG AND THE CHALLENGES WILL BE MANY.” Rearing the horse away he would lead the group towards their next trial, the interested wild ghosts following behind like a group of fans.

Gigi:

He waved a hand, grimacing. "god, no. I'll pass." He wasn't a smoker by any stretch of the imagination, and all he could think about is how much fucking mud he was getting all over the van. At least the ghost seemed a good sport about it all. He'd hate to be dealing with an angry one right now, all things considered.

Zaku:

Yikes. That look like it hurt.

Eevelion:

Gaius led the group to a fence, he would dismount before pointing to several targets in the distance “BEHOLD, FOR THIS WILL BE THY NEXT CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE ARCHERY CONTEST, CHOOSE THY CHAMPIONS MOST DEFT OF AIM.” He would pick up a bow and arrow near the fence, preparing himself for the contest.

(As many players as want can participate in this at once)

Gigi:

Braces groaned and grabbed his arm, watching this all unfold. At least archery had less risk to leave anyone in a state of dishevelment. "Don't look at me, guys."

Dezzy:

"I'll offer myself as tribute," wow what an archaic hunger games reference.

Sera:

"You can do it Chaqueta! Get us a win!"

Lief:

Haori bit back a snort at the poor joke, but rolled a shoulder to loosen himself up and stepped forward as well. He wasn't the best shot, but he wasn't bad either by any means. The more the merrier...or something. "You have my bow," he offered pulling one from- did he just...pick that off the ground?

Leona:

Having been battered around by the jousting, he declined "Someones gotta watch the Van, this guys only one good arm."

Eevelion:

“THEN THESE ONES SHALL BE MY OPPONENTS” boomed the ghost, wasting no time nocking the arrow and pointing it towards the middle target and letting it fly, watching as it embedded into the middle ring. “HA! A FINE SHOT TO START THE SHOW.” Meanwhile, a lizard like ghost had manned a scoreboard, changing a score meant to represent Gaius to 4.

Zaku:

"Kick his ass, Chaqueta!" A bit overenthusiastic there Obi,  but the rally cry is definitely appreciated.

Lief:

Haori took a step forward, readying his bow first. If nothing else, he at least knew how to shoot archery. He might be a little rusty, but...he pulled into stance and made sure not to twist his elbow. His eyesight wasn't so good these days...still, the close target looked pretty clear. that ought to make for a decent shot. He lined it up and let fly- thwip went the arrow as it smacked into the bullseye mark.

"That's a pass," He sighed in relief. Not nearly so impressive as Gaius, but a good start.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta was feeling a bit bold, so she grabbed a spare rickety bow and arrow and launched the thing with as much confidence and vigor as a professional. She managed to hit the outer most ring, but missed the next time she fired.

Still, that was better than the critical failure she was expecting having never done something like this before so she was satisfied.

Eevelion:

As the Score Ghost changed Haori's score to 3 and Chaqueta's to 1, Gaius, feeling cocky after his last shot decided to be so bold as to fire on the farthest target, as he pulled back and released the arrow he was... a bit disappointed as it landed nowhere near the target, his entourage of ghosts seemingly disappointed as well.

Gigi:

Braces tried not to be too loud but he was definitely on the edge of his seat and pretty happy about all this before wincing and recoiling back to clutch his arm more.

Lief:

Haori was also feeling a little bolder. He nocked an arrow and let fly toward the middle target....the arrow fell short. He could practically hear the sad little wop wop wop noise as it clattered to the ground. "Welp," he muttered. He'd just have to put it all in for the last round, then.

Zaku:

A soft "Yes" along with a casual fist pump comes from Obi. He's a proud tree.

Eevelion:

Crown waved a ratty old flag she found to the side, cheering on her team's archers.

Dezzy:

Chaqueta kept her hands steady and breath held in until she released her arrow soaring through the distance and NAILING a bullseye on her target.

She jumped a little, surprising herself and was giddy as a horse, stomping her feet hooves in celebration.

Zaku:

Another fist pump. Fuck ye FUCK YE-

Ooop, don't get too excited there, Obi. Keep chill.

Eevelion:

The score ghost would reluctantly bump Chaqueta's score up to 4. Gaius meanwhile, deciding to be safer with his shot went only for the close target, firing an arrow and sticking it directly in the middle, 2 points. “AND SO I END THIS CONTEST WITH SIX POINTS, LET US SEE HOW YOU FARE, MY FOES.”

Gigi:

A soft "nice!" can be heard in the background.

Dezzy:

Chqueta waved off to the others, still proud of her second attempt before, recklessly aiming another arrow for a slightly more ambitious score. However, her arrogance would be her downfall as the arrow completely missed the target.

"Ah shoot." Now she felt embarrassed. She looked away from the others, too shy to see their, she assumed, disappointment.

Lief:

Haori aimed at the close target again. Two shots meant a better chance for points, right...? God, he hadn't done this in forever.

His fingers slipped as he loosed the first arrow- it came close but ended up sailing past the target without hitting it. The second....thunked into the ground several feet away.

"Ah, for shame. How ever will I face my people." He droned. He wasn't all that upset, he hadn't been expecting to win anyway.

Gigi:

Braces rubbed at his eyepatch, that was rough.

Eevelion:

The Score Ghost snickered a little as it saw it didn't have to change the scores. “ANOTHER VALIANT EFFORT MY FRIENDS, IT WOULD SEEM THE WINDS WERE NOT IN YOUR FAVOR, PERHAPS YOU SHALL FIND GLORY IN OUR FUTURE ENGAGEMENTS, NOW COME, WE HAVE COMPLETED HALF THE TRIALS.” Without another word he mounted his steed again and head toward a tent, beckoning the others to follow.

Leona:

"Looks like we werent the only ones with bad luck." Chimed Gakuran, with a beer in hand. "Though, you alright eyepatch?"

Lief:

Haori shuffled back in a slouched state, not particularly bothered. This ghost seemed really docile, honestly. Perhaps it had only been hassling travelers because it wanted people to do these events with. It was possible it would be satisfied just as long as they spent time with it so it could play. Kind of like a kid...

Then again, there was really no knowing for sure until the end.

Gigi:

"Aye, tis but a flesh wound," he replied to Gakuran, looking a little sour. "What's that ghost gonna do to me? Kill me again?"

Zaku:

Oh they're moving? Looks like they're moving. Obi follows.

Lief:

Haori stifled a laugh as he overheard the remark.

Leona:

"Probably but i think its having much more fun kicking our asses. " At least they were trying and didn't have to win. That made it a little less sour. "Kudos on giving it a warm up though"

Dezzy:

"Kinda wish the plague would come take me out I'll say," she joked. Even if she had failed she couldn't help but smile through it all. Genuinly it was pretty fun.

Lief:

"Hey, you kicked MY ass at least. You see that shot that fell short? Awful." He offered a crooked grin as he leaned against a fence post. "I thought I'd remember how to do this shit better,  but I guess I'm getting old or something."

Zaku:

"Hey, you made some damn good shots though." Obi complimented her, giving the reporter a pat on the shoulder.

Gigi:

He was following the rest of the group, begrudgingly this time, really hoping there wasn't arm wrestling involved for the next stunt. "Thanks I guess, I just wish I could've done better, is all...," he groaned, scratching his hair with his uninjured arm.

Sera:

"Everyone did pretty good. Don't feel dismayed." Though having not contributed yet she has no right to judge anyone else's performance.

Eevelion:

As the party continued on to their next destination they would enter a tent and be greeted by a number of oaken barrels piled up in the back, radiating a strange menacing aura. “AND SO WE COME TO OUR THIRD CHALLENGE, A SIMPLE DRINKING GAME, WE WILL DO ROUNDS OF DRINKS, THE ONE WHO STANDS WHEN ALL OTHERS HAVE FALLEN SHALL BE PROCLAIMED THE VICTOR, PICK THY STRONGEST OF CONSTITUTION, ALL CHALLENGERS WELCOME! He'd plop down on a wooden bench, his armor creating a thunk despite his small stature.

Sera:

Spanx steps forward confidently, "I sat out the other two contests so it's at least my turn!"

Dezzy:

Despite her hubris, Chaqueta appricated the reassurances being given. Though soon as they entered the tent Chaqueta immediately lite up. BOOZE. ITS BEEN MONTHS SINCE SHE LAST HAD ALCHOHOL.

Zaku:

"...I'm with her." He's tall enough, might as well test some sort of body alcohol theory.

Gigi:

"You guys have at it."

Braces didn't seem eager to get involved in this one either, even if alcohol would help dull the pain.

Leona:

Having got a head start, Gakuran was game. He'd catch up to the crowd and join up. "At least this seems more fair"

Lief:

Haori waved his hand. "Not like I haven't been blackout drunk once or twice by this point in life anyway. Go big or go home," he smirked.

Eevelion:

The ghost entourage would bring up the first round of drinks “ALL RIGHT MY FRIENDS, I WISH YOU LUCK, AND BOTTOMS UP!” Raising the mug to his face he would chug the drink down, it evidently hit him pretty hard, already having him look pretty wet behind the ears.

Zaku:

Oh damn, ale. When the fuck was the last time Obi drank? It feels like a hot minute, but a challenge was a challenge. Taking the frothy mug, he follows suit with the ghost and chugs it down no sweat. Hmm. Ain't bad. He was waiting for it to be at least a bit off given the state of the world, but that's a solid mug right there. He slams it back down with ease.

Leona:

"This is the best thing to happen all day" Taking the round with nothing more than an easy gulp. "Not bad, give me another".

Dezzy:

Sweet alcoholism take her down. She pounded the drink down like a champ and knocked over her empty cup with gusto, "Fuck yeah, hit me again!"

Sera:

Spanx downs her drink. "This goes down surprisingly smooth for something that's been sitting abandoned for god knowns how long."

Lief:

Haori sniffed his drink. He had to be honest, his tolerance was fine, but something was just off about this stuff. And not in a rotten food kind of way. Well, no point chickening out now.

"Bottoms up," He mumbled, and tilted his head back to drain the mug.

...and then he continued tilting until he was on the floor. On his back. Groaning sickly. "Okay, I'm. Done." He choked- just before passing out. Something wrong indeed.

Eevelion:

As the entourage brought the second tray Gaius snatched a mug and downed it, as he came back down he slapped the table with raucous laughter “HAHAHA! SEEMS I'VE FORGOTTEN HOW TO HOLD MY DRINK, ANOTHER HIT LIKE THAT AND I DOUBT I'LL BE STANDING!” he would continue laughing and shaking the table as his opponents took their drinks.

Leona:

Spoke too soon, as this drink was one too many. This one combined with the other would be his undoing. After finishing, he'd gracefully lay down and let everyone else suffer instead.

Gigi:

Well, this wasn't looking good. Braces was grabbing his mouth in his hand, looking around. Hm.....

"Dude you shouldn't have had that beer before you went into the tent." he finally muttered as Gakuran went onto the ground.

Zaku:

Obi takes another hearty swig of that ale. The fizzyness is startin' to get to him just a teensy bit, but other than that, it's a damn good mug.

Leona:

Gakuran having drunk too much could only mutter back "Worth it" knowing that he was gonna fail anyway but free alcohol was free.

Dezzy:

Her hubris is rmtruely her down fall, for even with a side of bread Chaqueta was shitfaced. She didn't really care, hiwever, it seemed from his giggly she was.

"Heeheheheheh...." She slumped against Obi, unable to support herself. " oops a daisy I did a fucky wuckyyy... You smell good."

Zaku:

Anotha' one? Anotha one. And the alcoholic content is starting to get to him, but he's still got things under control. Hopefully.

Eevelion:

As the table started to clear, the bartender ghosts brough out 3 more drinks, Gaius grabbing his and chugging "HAHA, BARELY HIT ME, SEEMS IM GETTING MY SECOND WIND!"

Sera:

Spanx manages to finish her last drink and mumbles out an, "I'm sorry, that was just a little too much," and falls forward, snoring into her arm.

Zaku:

The sight of a shitfaced chaqueta though did earn a snicker from the archangel as he held onto her shoulder.

"You did the best you could, dear."

Eevelion:

One more tray, two drinks, Gaius took his mug and clinked it to Obi's "CHEERS MY FRIEND! THIS WILL BE THE DECIDING FACTOR!" Tilting it back he'd chug, then slump his head onto the table, he was done.

Gigi:

Casually, Someone was popping in and tampering with the ale. The ghosts didn't even seem to notice, nice.

Zaku:

Obi takes that third mug and drinks it whole, slamming the mug down after another good chug and looking back at his ghastly competitor, a glint of determination burning in the archangels eyes.

Gigi:

The culprit clenches his fist quietly, trying to remain unseen yet.

Dezzy:

"Woo woooo~" Chaqueta drunkenly cheered on. God was Obi always this sexy?

Eevelion:

And so, Obi stood alone among a pile of drunk nearly-to-fully passed out people, the sole victor. The attendant ghost's bringing out pitcher's of water to help bring people back to their feet, this would be a good time to give everyone a breather.

Sera:

Spanx wakes up, eats some of the bread and proceeds to talk, "Slo, diwd hwe hwin?"

Lief:

a splash of water got Haori back to his senses. He wasn't happy about being damp, but the glass offered to him for drinking helped clear up the dizziness surprisingly well. What was in that ale, he wondered. Normally he could knock back a good clip of shots of something nice and strong before he needed to quit.

"Spooky," he sighed, and stretched. Looked like everyone but Obi had seen the same fate. "At least we finally took one, I gather?"

Eevelion:

Crown would cheer Obi on “Congrats Obi! You got the first win of the day! Though I didn't realize drinking contests were really a knightly thing, maybe I should be taking notes.”

Zaku:

Alright, up you go, little lady. Obi picks up Chaqueta princess style, helping up Spanx along the way. And Haori as well.

Gigi:

"Its more a thing people do to flex on each other, but I figure it works for shows of manliness or whatever as well,"  Braces interjected as he stretched himself out--arm still hurt but it felt good to not be crouched down after a nice victory.

Zaku:

Oh and cheers from Crown as well? This day was already made.

Zaku:

"Honestly? Neither did I. Think it's some sort of valor thing. But  I'll definitely count it as a victory."

A head ruffle for you, godkid.

[dcwastelands]

R Tizfake Testing Event - June 8, 2019

Eevelion: As the Research department at HQ opened it's doors for the testing, all volunteers would be ushered through the halls by a number of goggled researchers and through a set of security doors. On the other side of the doors our attendees would find themselves in a large room, mostly empty aside from a large blast door on the opposite end with a catwalk above, as well as a one-sided window, presumably for the researchers to watch the test. As the last of the group was corralled into the room the door would close behind them, leaving them with dead silence before the event truly started.

Dezzy: Outside of the car rides she was employed to chauffeur demons, Lessy had to say she rarely interacted with demons. Even more rare did she or Cab see them outside of the human disguises, so she was trying her best not to stare. Emphasis on "trying". Occassionally she would try to sneak glances of their horns or compare their colorful skin tones to hers. Still, she kept hands mostly to herself, putting herself on idle, rolling on the balls of her legs.

"Man, I don't think I've ever been in this department yet, let alone the others." Lessy still considered herself new to this world, however, being here did give her a positive sense of purpose.

Gigi: Necktie was PR why did he need to be dragged in for testing--his ear had been chewed off about something to the effect of 'yearly physicals', or was it 'counter-investigative journalism'? God, he couldn't remember now, it was like his brain turned to static whenever research was mentioned as of late. Still his posture was composed as ever, chest out, chin up, customer service face on.

There were, unfortunately, humans here, as he would be made painfully aware.

"New arrival, I see?" get out, get out of here.

Dezzy: "More or less. I'm used to working from my own mobile office and driving you guys around." Still swaying on her heels, she glanced up at the ceiling as it was rude to stare (though on could argue not making eye contact was equally rude)Cab would occasionally work on their aim in infranty, but Lessy didn't know that. Or she guessed, maybe she did since she was spontaneously better at darts since they joined HQ? Hmm.

Gigi: He tapped a gloved hand to his chin, staring upward. "I think ive heard of a chauffeur somewhere around in the files," He tucked that hand behind his back just as quickly, offering his other for a shake. "Welcome to Research, then! I'm not from this department, though, so...no tours."

Dezzy: It took a moment for Lessy to realize Necktie had offered his had, to which she quickly grabbed perhaps too much vigor. "Thanks!"

Taking back her own gloved hand she gave a cheesy grin and a salute." Yep that's me! Need a ride just holla at ya girl." She winked while making a 'call me' gesture with her hand. "Names Sleeveless Hoodie by the way. Though everyone just calls me Lessy."

Gigi:His return shake was firm in kind. "I'll keep that in mind," he smiled. he had his own valets, but ok. Bringing up his name might bring some unwanted gossip his way, actually, now that he thought of it--jeez, why was he forced to do this anyway?

"Pleasure to meet you, Mx.Sleeveless. People are probably going to be yelling 'Necktie' at me, so let's just get that out of the way so there's no confusion, yes?" He gesticulated his arms around, as if trying to stir some nebulous concept around. "My appearance here doesn't mean anything."

Dezzy: Lessy didn't really recall Necktie as the owner of Diamond Jail on first name alone, let alone appearance. Her curiosity did get the better of her as her eyes wandered down to his namesake. "Necktie huh? So like, your tie thingy turns into a weapon for real??"

She scratched at the side of her head, perplexed by idea of clothing becoming something other than what it was. " Like, we my dad was trying to get me into the family buisness he told me a few things about all this. I thought he was fucking with me! It just sounds so dumb... Underwear transforming into weapons."

Zaku: "Mhmm, yup. Yeah, I'm walking right in. It'll probably be for, I 'unno, two or so hours? Money's on the table if you want to order out, just...don't do anything crazy, alright? Ok...love you too."

Ending the call, the blue haired demon did a quick run back of his hair, a tick of sorts he kept for as long as he's known. Pack's interactions with the demon community was slightly sparce to say the least. He'd hope with how downlow he had been, Guillory would practically be a new name of sorts. But hey, he had been cooped up for a while, and Netti had doted on him not being a "cooped up bachelor", so here he was.

Gigi: "It's not quite underwear, though that's a common misconception--actually it felt more common back when I was younger," He let out a laugh. "But yes, it can do that--actually I think I should be,..."

He took a moment to get the eldredge knot untied with one hand, stretching the fabric taut and a split second later, it took on a bright blue glow, shifting into its two-pronged form.

"We're supposed to have our weapons ready, right?" He called up to the balcony, hoping one of the goggled cronies up top would like, give him a thumbs-up or something.

Eevelion: In response to Necktie's question came a crackle from an intercom as a familiar voice (to Necktie at least) came over the system “You can have your weapon out right now if you waaant, but you don't need to, you'll know when you'll want them.” then another crackle as it turned off.

Zaku: Ah. New company. Welp, time to mingle I guess.

"Evenin'."

Dezzy: Lessy's eyes went wide and sparkly at the sight before her! Magic is real!! Well, she knew that already to an extent but seeing it happen was amazing. "WHOOA HO HO! That's seriously the most fucking awesome shit I've seen in, like, ever! "

She then leaned in close and whIspered, "And I've seen some weird shit with LSD."

Popping back into her place and still juiced from Necktie summoning Eldgredge she noticed the other demon in the room,skipping any formalities. "What about you? What does your thing turn into? Can I see please!"

Zaku: Woah, hello there personal space. Welp, he ain't one to be a party pooper. He already spent most of his early years doing that.

"Uh, yeah, sure thing." Clipping off his name sake, tossed it in the air and let it transform, catching The Fix taking it's form, the blade crackling a bit.

Gigi: Necktie gave a shrug, leaning on his weapon; there wasn't much he could do with tile but at least it functioned the way any other staff was supposed to. His attention was turned to the other, noting the fanny pack and its usage as a transformation catalyst. Spear and a sword, both melee.....This was going to be ugly wasn't it.

"Well, I certainly hope whatever we're facing doesn't need a gun to take care of," He laughed, though his smile seemed somewhat strained.

Zaku: "Right there with you." Pack chimed in. Ah, nervous laughing. He too knew this art of deception.

Dezzy: Lessy stumbled back a few steps when Pack threw his weapon in the air. It was like seeing fireworks, kinda! She was in awe,"So cooooool...."

At the mention of fire arms Lessy snapped out of her starstruck trance, " oh! I have a gun" from the inside of her hoodie she pulled out her silencer, twirling it in her hand before catching it. She seemed to have surprised herself at the trick but said nothing about it. Cab must of learned it, the dork. "I got your backs."

Eevelion: Now that everyone had had a bit to get situated, the proctor would finally show themselves as Robe entered from a door on one side of the catwalk, a wooden easel and canvas in one arm, and her other hand interlocked with a sort of... paint bucket with arms and feet, though it's color scheme obviously denoted it as a ghost. The catwalk would clank as the pair made their way to the center, where Robe would set up the easel behind them and then turn to face the group before clearing her throat and addressing them loudly “Hellooooo everyone! Thank you all so much for coming, the test will beginning shortly, but before then I'd like to make doubly sure everyone is aware of the rules, and to answer a few questions you might have.”

Rummaging through her pockets she'd grab a copy of the flier that she had used to invite everyone here, reading it aloud “First, the rules. One, you can't attack me or my friend here.” She'd gesture to the paint bucket ghost at this “Two, try not to hit each other for no reason, if you hit someone cause they're blocking your shot, I don't care, just don't be dumb about it. Three, I say when the test begins and ends, when I say the test is over you put away your weapons, no questions asked. And four, aside from a few exceptions, nobody leaves while the test is in progress. Aside from those I also get to add new rules as I see fit.” She'd crumple the paper then shove it back in her pocket “And with that out of the way, let's take a few questions.”

Gigi: Oh, that explained a lot as to how he got dragged here, specifically. Necktie lifted a hand up with a fluid motion, as if he was some sort of aristocrat hailing a cab.

Eevelion: Robe would lean on the railing of the catwalk as she looked at Necktie "Hi Mr. Necktie! Good to see you getting out of the club, anyways, you got a question?"

Gigi: "yes, I kind of got forced out of my hidey-hole, but it's always a pleasure to help you out, Miss Robe!" This time the smile was actually genuine, though nobody really could tell, aside from his tone changing just a bit. "We look a little, oddly balanced, do you have any protocols in place in case we get ah, just absolutely punched to death like a common incel?

Eevelion: Robe giggled at Necktie's question as she dangled her arm over the side “Yeah your teams looking a little bare, and I thought your chances of winning were low even with like, double your current size, but don't worry though, if we notice you taking a beating we'll call for a break to get you out of the arena, only slightly worse for wear!”

Gigi: "Alright, thank you," He didnt seem any relieved at this, seems as though he just called himself a common incel indirectly. Unfortunate. Oh well, if it meant helping Chaleco's kid out, he was happy to. He took a deep breath, trying to not look too full of dread.

Dezzy: Club? Necktie? Lessy's singular braincell was working overtime to put two and two together. She scratched her chin lightly, looking off to the floor. Something about it rung a bell but the more Lessy tried to think about it, the more distant it became till her mind was gone from that moment. Her eyes glazed over, as if she froze for a second but immediately came back. Though it wasn't exactly her who came back.

Cab jumped a bit in their skin, having being brought to the front in a very unfamiliar location. They scanned the area and took note of the demons that were present in their normal flesh. Cab felt around their person, looking for something but didn't find what they were looking for. Lessy was always bad at keeping record of events in case Cab took over. Though more frustrating was what Cab was wearing like HONESTLY LESSY you're at WORK. Cab immediately zipped up their hoodie to salvage some modesty.

"Yes, ah, I had a question as well." Cab infered from what was going on. They were being tested or something. Their whole air had went from energetic ball to a more somber and professional tone. " My memory escapes me, what is the object today from this here's test?"

Zaku: "Yeah, what they said." Pack chimed in, returning The Fix back the it's standard form. Huh. Cute kid. Had the cheery eyes of Netti back when she was little.

Eevelion: Robe picked herself up from the railing to address her latest question "Very good question! I tried to keep it vague on the fliers since the theatrics are way more fun, but you'll be fighting..." She'd take a moment to hunch over and pick up her paint bucket companion, sitting him on top of the railing "A little collaboration project between me and this little guy. In fact, seeing as how you've each given a question, and yes, backing up someone else's question counts as asking." She'd produce a remote from her pocket "I think it's time we get started." And with that, she'd flick the remote, causing the huge steel doors in front of the party to begin to slide open.

Eevelion: As the doors opened and light filtered in, the attendees could get their first glimpse of their opponent, and it was large, orange, and kinda drippy. When the doors fully opened the creature slid out from it's containment chamber and stood in front of the group in it's full glory, a pudgy ectoplasmic dinosaur, it would blink it's eyes at them before giving the ground a mighty thump and roaring. Robe would beam before raising her arms high into the air “And here they are! Try not hold back, we wanna see just how much they're capable of, and half-hearted fighters give rotten data, and with that, the test is begun!”

Gigi: Oh, he did not like the sound of the doors parting, he did not like the size of the shadow he could see. Damn, this really was a mammoth of a thing, wasn't it? What had Robe fed it, exactly? He pulled himself into a position that lowered his center of gravity, two hands on the spear. He really wished he wore contacts today.

Zaku: "...Well damn." Pack looked up at the rather chubby...what was that, a tyrannosaurus? Nah, looked more like a fat Godzilla.

Yeah...yeah, fat Godzilla.

Dezzy: A collaboration? With that small kiddy looking ghost and equally small child? No, no, Cab shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Looks can be deceiving for all they knew. And what do you know, they were right. That thing was GIANT. Now they were wishing it was something more simplistic and smaller in scale. Scarfing down their fears and checking their silencer they gave a steady sigh, "I got your back covered."

Lessy had already said something similar before they switched, but Cab didn't know. Doesn't sound as cool the second time.

Eevelion: Seeing how the group was conceding the first move, the inky behemoth was glad to take it, rearing around to swipe at the three still clumped together with it's tail. Meanwhile Robe plucked RT off the railing, walking back to the easel and turning her namesake into Chroma, she'd look down to her companion and ask “Well, should we give our masterpiece some support?” with a thumbs up of approval from the bucket she'd dip the brush into his ectoplasmic pool and bring it to the canvas while she thought of what to draw.

Gigi: Necktie jumped up, letting two sets of bright blue wings carry him out of the way. Tryingto steer he only just barely seemed to get him out of the way, the tail swiping past his backbone, a pole-vaulter over a pole. He kept flying, trying not to hesitate and landing a heavy stab into its neck. He was getting tossed around a bit, though the behemoth's neck was pretty fat it still seemed irritating enough of a strike-- he was being shook around and losing his hold. He kind of stuck it in there too deep. He looped a hand into one of Eldredge's hilt holes, letting himself finally fly free with the spear after the ghost successfully dislodged him.

Dezzy: Swiftly, Cab jumped back far enough for the beast to miss them entirely. However, the misplaced their footing, disoriented a bit from the switch, and ridiculously missed shooting the ghost’s head and flew way past it’s shoulder. Cab kneeled down, rubbing their temple with their free hand as they tried to shake off the rust.  They whispered harshly to themselves“C’mon, c’mon nows our chance to show what were made of...”

Eevelion: No sooner than it finished it's sweep attack the Behemoth felt a prick on it's neck as Necktie's spear, it would give a violent shake to try to dislodge the demon and his weapon, and when it no longer felt the object stuck in it's neck it would focus on the first thing to cross it's vision, in this case, Cab, lifting one of it's fin-like paws to bring it down on top of them, the new holes in it's neck dripping orange. Robe would look over her shoulder to notice first blood being drawn, and that the behemoth seemed to have momentarily lost track of it's assailant, Robe decided on her first drawing, drawing a bulky circle with a  nub on one end and a wiggly line coming out of that nub, she'd look down at RT and after sharing a nod, the drawing fell off of the canvas, becoming a real object. She'd grab this object and bring it over the railing, yelling down to Necktie “Hey! Mr Necktie! Catch this!” grinning as a spark ignited on the fuse of her painted bomb as she tossed it to him.

Zaku: "Welp...let's get to work." Summoning Fix once again, Pack gave it a few test swings before going for the big guy himself...and just thrusting air.

"...Right, shit. You don't have ranged functions." Yeah, no shit it doesnt, you goof. Try again, next time.

Gigi: He landed with a skid on his back, turning his head to see Pack doing....whatever it was he was doing. "y-you don't know how to use your own weapon?!" Dear Satan, this was looking to be some kind of hopeless between a human and a PR representative. He wasn't able to think on that statement too long,  hearing something familiar telling him something and....

SHIT

He grabbed the thing, fumbling rather comically for a few handslaps' worth of time before slinging it somewhere--anywhere, and running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.

"you're going to need to get close to it somehow unless you want to launch your weapon, which for the record I do NOT Advise!!"

Dezzy: Cab’s dizzyness spell wore off too little to late as  the goopy hand of the ghost came slamming down on their little body. They grunted in pain as the monster’s paw pressed against their back, seeping its weird paint into Lessy’s clothes. Normally Cab would be happy another one of Lessy’s flamboyant outfits would be unwearable but now wasn’t the time. Feebly, she tried to crawl out from under the ghosts paw but, as Silver the hedgehog would say, “Its no use!”

But instead, Cab seethed wily pully at the half of their body that was free,  “Fucking god dammit!” Cab didn’t want to ask for help, they had to prove themselves capable they couldn't let go of their pride just yet.

Zaku: "Look, it's been a hot minute, alright?" Making shit was one thing, but actually using it was where Pack was rusty. Fine. Let's get physical then.

Only to not even hit the fucker. But hey, he was close. Necktie, can Pack borrow your glasses, because this man's depth perception is fucking infuriating.

Eevelion: Catching Cab underneath it's paw, the behemoth picked up the driver and prepared to shove them in its mouth, that is at least, until Robe yelled from the catwalk “Hey! No eating the attendees! I'd get in huge trouble if I let someone die during this.” Behemoth, now somewhat confused what to do with Cab, sort of just, gingerly set them down on the floor, turning their attention to Pack flailing uselessly at it and giving a swipe at him with their big ol' paw.

As Robe's paint bomb exploded harmlessly away from everyone, she got to brainstorming her next drawing, deciding on a little raincloud that she sent floating over the battleground toward Necktie, drizzling him a little bit before loosing a thunderbolt beneath it.

Gigi: Necktie took this opportunity of confusion to try and swing for another attack, but underestimated the behemoth's speed and...kind of didn't hit where he wanted to.  He tried to put more distance between him and the lizard, but flying backwards sometimes means you just end up bumping on top of a raincloud and getting stuck there. Oh, it felt like paint, he hated this.

Dezzy: Necktie wasn’t the only one having a bad time with the paint monsters. Cab was simply, drenched in goop. They couldn't move as freely till they got all that shit off. Angrily they swiped at their limbs to remove the goop. “Great. Just great. They had to literally nerf the ghost just so you wouldn't die great job, Cab.”

Zaku: Hey-hey, he finally hit the fucker. Granted, on the blunt end of The Fix. And non-lethally at that. But hey, this thing is... surprising goopy. Is that even a word? Goopy?  Pretty durable dino tho.

Eevelion: As the behemoth missed another attack it started to realize, tiny things are pretty hard to hit, still, it wasn't stopping time yet, so it went in to grab that demon that had been buzzing around it trying to poke it, AKA Necktie. Robe was already readying her next drawing, a baseball bat and matching baseball popping out of the canvas as she finished, she grabbed the bat and RT grabbed the baseball, throwing it up in the air while Robe yelled “Fore!” sending the ball flying towards Cab with a meaty thwack.

Gigi: He was trying his darndest to get off of this cloud but its like, kind of hard to get off of a paint-cloud without making a mess and he was trying to get covered with as little paint as possible, which was like trying not to fall in the mud pit of a game show obstacle course. In fact, he was too preoccupied to notice a the monster swat at him, which he tired to stop with his spear, but it just went through harmlessly and he got absolutely clamped.

"THIS SUIT IS -----GHGHGHHFPFPPGPP," he got cut off before he could lament what brand it was, or if it was new or not, but we can only assume it was expensive.

Zaku: Aaand another swing. And another hit absorbed by the meat. Y'know that old show from the twenty first century way back then about the square sponge and how one episode had him absorbing punches like a...well, sponge? Yeah, imagine that but with a knife and a giant chubby [REDACTED]Zilla.

Dezzy: Chaleco would of been proud of that meaty thwack upside Cab's head. Unfortunately, they aren't him and that smack disoriented them once more that it made them miss the thing by just a hair. " Seriously?!" Cab called out to Robe. They then mumbled fustratedly as they rubbed the side of their head.

Eevelion: After a quick high five over that sick baseball pitch and swing Robe and RT put their hands to their chins (or roughly where the chin would be, in RT's case) trying to think of what to draw up next, hmm, let's let them get back to you next round. Now that the behemoth had gotten a hold of that pesky mosquito they decided to kill two birds with one mosquito shaped stone as they threw the soggy Necktie at Pack.

Zaku: And anotha stab. What the fuck, man. What kind of paint is that Robe kid working with? Also, hey Necktie. Yeesh, that must be frustrating to have all that paint on you, huh?

"You alright?" He asks them, lending a hand to help the demon up.

Dezzy: All that rage in a tiny pink body  built up enough resolve for Cab to say fuck you to this unlucky streak and shoot the fucker straight in the chest where Cab assumed its heart would be. Even after the shitshow their performance started it, it did feel good for them to get one good hit in and they smirked to prove that.

Gigi: He took the hand, knowing full well that depending on the paint it was possible he'd end up glued there if he waited too long. He REALLY hoped the ghost wasn't acrylic, but he also REALLY REALLY hoped the ghost wasn't oil either. It was too thick to be watercolor. This was unfortunate all around.

He tried to shake himself off, getting little flecks of orange scattered around. The human thankfully had it covered, it seemed. "I'll manage, I guess." He tried to run and take a hit at the ghost, but he was moving exceptionally slower than he was already and opted to throw the bident instead to try and get a proper hit--which uh, didn't work out so hot.

Eevelion: The behemoth was kind of surprised to see a bullet get lodged so deeply in itself, losing focus on its attackers and instead clumsily trying to use its paws to dig it out. Robe and RT meanwhile snickered to themselves as they set out sheets of canvas on the floor of the catwalk, they'd need some more room for what they were making, and once those were set out, they'd get to work putting together their project.

Gigi: Necktie proceeded to move, taking the opportunity to grab his spear and stab again....but the stab wasn't very successful. This felt like too long between attacks, and he took it as an opportunity to try  and put distance between them once more.

Dezzy: "Well that was almost as short-lived as Lessy's relationship with her mother." Dark humor. It helps ease the pain as their next shot for the chest was absorbed in the thing.

Zaku: Anotha' stab, anotha' failed attempt for it to do damage. Seriously, what kind of paint was this kid using??

Eevelion: While everyone down on the testing floor was having their fun, Robe was finishing up her painting, after a brief look at her work, she grabbed RT and flew up to the ceiling with him where he snapped his fingers, causing a tidal wave of paint to cascade to the floor below. The behemoth didn't notice the wave forming behind it, but they did manage to pull the bullet out of them, they would have gone in for another attack, were it not for the wave crashing into them as they were getting ready.

Gigi: Oh, he was moving way too slow now, and even if he had two sets of wings he got hit anyway and got slammed down into the paint abyss, and hard.

Dezzy: Cab quickly climbed up the behemoth's tail as to avoid getting hit  by the oncoming wave. All the meanwhile they clung like a cat on the thing's tail, Cab wondered where everything went wrong. Maybe they'd go to the shooting range and work on their came some more while they were still in control of Lessy's body. After a nice long bath of course.

Zaku: Alright, you big chubby painted fuck, Pack's getting pissed. Finally managing to pierce the fatty, jolts of electricity surged from the blade and into the big chungus of a ghost.

Was...was that meme still relevant in the  22nd century? What even is relevant.

Eevelion: The behemoth kind of stumbled under the wave, but it wasn't too unpleasant for it, just kind of annoying at most, what was REALLY annoying though was getting shocked in the side, the electric weapon charring a section of their goopy skin, the behemoth brought up a goopy paw, about to slap the offending demon when Robe called out "Alright that's enough for now, the test is over. Back in the pen for now" And like a puppy heeling to it's master the behemoth obliged, heading back behind the steel doors as it closed. Robe would clap for the victorious(?) testees "Good job everyone on not getting TOTALLY smashed, though I think the results would have been more interesting with a couple more attendees this was still very insightful." Taking out her remote she'd flick a switch and drains would begin siphoning the flood of paint from the room "Anyways, give the room a few minutes to empty out and you'll all be free to go, if you wanna hand in your clothes to the other researchers we can get them cleaned. I in the meanwhile will go return Artie to stasis, I'll return in a few minutes." Taking RT's hand in hers she'd exit the chamber through the same door she had entered, leaving the party alone in a slowly draining pool of paint.

Gigi: Necktie was splayed out on the floor, crusted in orange, just contemplating his life and his life choices. So this is how it was, huh, getting beaten by a paint ghost. Irony was one hell of a drug. Finally, he got up, removing his jacket (leaving a very fun and flirty orange triangle on his collar. caution, slow-moving vehicle.)

That being said, he held the jacket out as far away from the rest of his body as possible, watching the coattails drip. Disgusting.

Dezzy: Cab Declawed themself from the beast as it left and trudged their way back to the group. Lessy's hoodie and socks were the only real casualty of the event. Her boota, gloves and shorts were made of spandex and rubber so the paint just slide off. However it really wasn't any more favorable that Cab was left in a bikini for a top till they got home. The crossed their arms, unpleased with many things, but mainly themself.

Zaku: He hit it. That's all that matters from this out come. Returning Fix to it's base form, he now took note of the paint coating his clothes.

Well shit. He hoped that paint wasn't acrylic. Clothing choices weren't his forte.

Eevelion: A few minutes later and the floor had mostly drained away, just in time for Robe to re-enter through the main door with a spring in her step "Hello hello everyone, now that the room's drained you're free to go, I gotta stay behind though to clean up some of the mess." she'd grin at the party "I also want to thank you all again for coming, not too many people did but it's still better than nothing, I owe you all, I could take you all out to dinner or something sometime? Nothing too expensive though, I'm on a budget."

Zaku: "I'll keep it in mind. Not a bad ghost you made, kid. You've got some potential in ya." Pack remarked.

Gigi: "He's got a point it's...quite the vexing little bugger," His smile was strained but only because of the clothes, really, there was a real warmth to his tone. "And that's fine, just uh, tell your dad I said hi or something."

Dezzy: Cab stared as the paint began to drain slowly from the area. What an awful day,  what would papa Wayfarer say if he could see Lessy now? Long story short Cab was bummed. They didn't want to make eye contact with any of the demons and stared at the floor as they walked. The only thing other than tiled floor she made eye contact with has her boobs.

Her perky little boobs that had some left over paint on them. Lessy would probably be into body paint. Once again they started to disassociate as someone other than Cab drew a little star on their chest.

Glaxay was due for paint job again Lessy remembered. Just as she thought of that she realized where she was again. Shoot, did Cab take over during the WHOLE test? It seemed so as Robe was congratulating them for their participation for the day. "Fuck yeah we did!" She cheered, unaware of whether it was technically true or not, "sweet free too? Today was fucking awesome!"

Eevelion: "Well you guys weren't really fighting a ghost per se, that's why you didn't have to use nullifiers, you were fighting one of Artie's constructs, kinda like those things I kept throwing at you but with a lot more work put into it, instead of those little doodles." She clapped her hands together "Anyways though, if you change your mind or wanna call up the favor you have my number, well actually you don't, except Necktie he might have my home number, just call HQ they know how to reach me." Taking a mop and a bucket she'd start scrubbing down the test area, waving off the others as they left.

Zaku: Nullifiers? Uh...huh. That was a new thing. But hey, Pack would have time to get used to all of this demon tech mumbo jumbo properly.  But for now, he's got a favor in his pocket, and that outcome seems pretty nice, yeah? Yeah.

Now to get home and try to wash this shit off. This'll be an interesting story for Netti

[dcwastelands]

Throwback Theurgist Event - Jan 1, 2018

Eevelion: It was roughly noon as the crowd finished gathering in the meeting hall a tall sharply dressed scientist stepped up to the podium, adjusting his tie and glasses before straightening a stack of papers in his hands, clearing his throat, and adjusting his glasses again before addressing the crowd “Alright, is this all the attendants? Mediocre turnout, but sufficable. Anyway, onto business, at eleven-hundred hours this morning a ghost was found to have escaped lab containment, on checking the surveillance cameras, the closest time we can point to it having escaped was around ten-hundred hours. Now on-” As they were about to continue another scientist, this one smaller and significantly more energetic than their stick-in-the-mud colleague, ran up to their side and started pushing him away from the podium “Shoo, you weren't supposed to be handling this briefing, the effects still haven't worn off.” The male scientist was somewhat resistant at first but relented shortly after, yelling back at the admin as he head off into a back room “I'll be telling HR about this!”As the admin took her place at the podium she pat some dust off her coat and gave a sigh before continuing “Okay, sorry about that, okay let's see, he gave the times, well, military time, It was found to have escaped at 11-o-clock and the cameras said it got out at 10-o-clock, just so we're clear.” She gave an inquisitive look at the papers the other scientist left on the podium before wadding them up and tossing them at a nearby trash basket “Anyway, so what you saw with that guy was kind of one of the effects of the ghost we're looking for, got him while it was on its way out, I'll explain that in more detail later. So, this ghost, Throwback Theurgist is what someone in the labs named it, firstly, it can disguise itself as any sort of appliance, phones, laundry machines, radios, only problem with that disguise is that it always looks like a really outdated version of that thing, like, it could be a landline, a washing board, or a walkman respectively, that's kind of how it escaped, someone didn't notice one of those 1980's brick phones at the checkpoint. Okay, second power, it's got this tongue, usually hidden under a grille or something on whatever it's disguised as, any appliance it licks with that tongue turns into an outdated version of itself, so pretty much the same thing as its disguise ability but applied to other things.” She stopped to take a breath before continuing the briefing“Finally, last power, it's what you saw with that guy and is kind of the hardest part to explain, when people get licked by the ghost, it turns them into sort of like, a flatter version of themselves, like, they're not uhhh, fully developed as people, using our example, as you saw, he was a very boring straightlace scientist, well, last week he was balancing a hoagie on his nose among other things. Anyway, using what we know of the ghost, it's likely still in the city, probably hiding in some appliance store, we want you all to make your best effort to recapture it, it's probably one of the least destructive ghosts we have down there, so we're not authorizing you to destroy it, but feel free to rough it up a bit if it'll make capture easier. Just remember if you notice any super obsolete equipment in a store or something, that's probably where it's hiding and to keep any grilles or the like pointed away from you, if its tongue touches you this mission will be harder on everyone. There is both digital and analog ghost capture gear available for you all in the lockers, use whatever you feel will work best for you.” With her briefing concluded she head the same direction her afflicted colleague went, mumbling to herself “Stupid papers didn't even have anything written on them.”

EverSoNitro: Mous crossed her arms as she listened to the briefing, quirking an eyebrow as the first scientist was shooed off the stage. From the sound of things, this didn't seem like an especially destructive ghost, so at least PR didn't have to worry about having a lot to cover up when this was all done with. So long as her colleagues weren't running around like a bunch of lunatics, at least. But hey, this promised to be a good excuse to get out from behind her desk. She'd have to keep her phone on her though, in case her favorite radio station got wind of things while they were trying to take care of it.

Dezzy: Pendant eyed around the room with hidden caution. She would try to get to the ghost first before anyone took advantage of freedom to rough up the ghost. Poor little thing is genuinely harmless… And if Pendant could capture it first they could have it lick and transform her appliances into vintage aesthetic. A colorless TV, VCR, tapes, phone and the such would sure do nicely to gothen up her cove. She simply gave a nod at the end of meeting, striding over to Mous since she seemed one of the more reliable attendees. “Might be a good idea to search in pairs, or something, to catch Throwback,whatever.” Her tone was tonless and nonchalant, ready to get down to buisness but also with an air of dismisal.

Gigi: Ascot leaned back in her chair, arms behind her head. She let out a tiny smirk, what kind of silly prank was this? It'd be a break from the normal shenanigans in her department at least so, whatever. Being roped into stuff pertaining to research was always weird, but....apparently they needed crowd control, or something.Why couldn't they get their own succubus for this, anyway? "Hey, question," she raised her voice a bit, otherwise unmoving. "What if we're dumber than a box of rocks and don't know exactly what model of ipod from 2069 we're looking for, anyway? People are all about going retro these days, maybe it's a new Nebula s420 or something I didn't hear anything about."

Proph: Peasant Top picked his teeth with a small knife, scoffing to himself as the ghost's list of "powers" was rattled off. "I thought we'd have literal walking cannons or somethin' by now." Regardless, he was trained as a frontliner, so odd jobs like this are par from the course. Listening to Ascot's question, he was glad  all he carried on him was the aforementioned wittling blade. What can that downgrade to, raw steel?

Eevelion: Admin stopped short of leaving the room to turn to Ascot “Well, Throwback seems to only be able to disguise as and turn things into versions pre-year 2000, so it definitely won't be disguised as a smartphone at all, please use your best judgment and try not to break someone's nose to get their Blackberry or whatever.” she'd also turn to Peasant Top “The walking cannons are in a different section of research, please don't underestimate the diversity of our projects.”

Proph: "'s'fair." was his reply. Let's be fair, we all know who would issue walking cannons, or at least watch them get made, and the last thing PT wants to do is cross that amazon in ANY way. Self preservation at its finest.

EverSoNitro: Mous glanced to Pendant and nodded. "Indeed. Having a few smaller groups would help us keep a low profile out in public, I imagine a large swarm of us roving around would raise suspicion." Of course, as Ascot spoke up, she couldn't help but give out a little scoff. "Well, fortunately for those less observant among us, the... let's say more experienced and worldly among us should have an eye for such minor details, like myself, for instance. If you're not sure about something, I'd be happy to help you identify a "genuine article" from a vintage reproduction."

Gigi: She gave Mous a look that seemed just as boredly acerbic as her voice. "I'm pretty sure I can tell a gramophone from a record player, grandma."

HappyPaca: She-la was just comming out of a repair shop after getting her bike a good old fashion tune up from one of the only repair shops in city tht would take her old clunker. But  it was her old clunker and she love it. doesn't matter how old her bike gets it's still running like a dream to her. She didn't have much planned for that day so for a moment she pulled over and parked to take a drink of water and take out her phone to see if there was anything going on today.

Dezzy: Pendant knew she had picked the perfect partner for today, vintage mood board post on tumblr here she come. She was going to get sooooo many followers after this. “The mall might be a good hotspot to check out. Plenty of tech like phones, tvs, kiddy video games a plenty for it mess with and junk.” Pendant could already imagine the tears on some 10 year olds face as their precious  game console turned into gameboy classic.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed a bit at Ascot's reply, particularly the "grandma" comment. "Well, if you discover you can't, I'll be here to assist." She nodded to Pendant. "Good thinking. And, if it does happen to be there, it shouldn't be too hard to keep it contained until we capture it."

Proph: "You always bicker like this?" Peasant Top snipes as he stood into a groaning stretch. "I know you're a bit eccentric like any celebrity, but do you even HAVE a limit?" He starts to lumber off in search of anything pre-pre Fall looking. Hopefully he remembers that capture gear? No? Yes? Maybe?

Gigi: Ascot rolled her eyes at Peasant Top's departure, good luck setting out on your own, dude.  She propelled herself into an elbows-on-knees position, looking at the others. "You two have a point though with the malls. Does anyone think more than one location is likely? Do we know anything about behavior patterns that would suggest other locations?"

Dezzy: “Car and motor dealerships might be worth checking out as well. Electronic warehouse stores too.” Ew capture work how troublesome Falda thought to herself, rounding out the edges of her nails with a file. But it couldn't be helped she guessed having rejoined HQ a few months ago. Even it seemed like grunt work given her rank with them it was fitting. She gave a small huff, slipping the file away into a pocket.

EverSoNitro: Mous squinted a bit at Peasant Top, opening her mouth to defend her bit of cattynes, but decided to drop the subject, for the sake of keeping things running smoothly. Collecting up her own capture gear, she shrugged a bit. "That would be a question for Research personel. Though that does raise the question, will someone be on-hand to assist?"

Eevelion: Throwback was enjoying its current freedom, walking down the park disguised as a heating iron as its synthetic brain replayed the objects it had devolved so far, a block back it turned a really nice stove into its cast iron counterpart and a fridge into an old icebox, while crossing the street it turned a food truck into a hot dog cart, luckily the guy was out for a smoke break and didn't get crushed when the truck compacted, that would have been grotesque. As more memories of things it recently changed played through whatever would be analogous to its head it noticed a Harley motorcycle, and its presumed owner distracted, scurrying up next to the metal beast it extended its tongue out of one of the holes in the grille of the heating iron, making a faint “Rerorerorero” sound as it licked the Harley, quickly turning it into a Penny-farthing bicycle. Not wanting to be on the receiving end of its owners wrath, Throwback waddled off, there seemed to be a neat looking mall just a block down it was interested in.

HappyPaca: Pin fixed his shirt collar some what aloof to all that was going on, he was suppose to be over seeing preparations at his restaurant that day but had to put this meeting first. "sigh, i suppose i should go check on my business to make sure the kitchen hasn't been converted to the point my sues chefs have no idea how to use the equipment" he stood up. An looked to Falada "care to look with me mon cheri?" he offered hoping to make the day more barible with a search partner.

Eevelion: When Mous asked about on-hand assistance she suddenly received a call on her phone, when she would answer it a voice on the other side would ask “Waddup, pimp?” Robe chuckled from a chair behind where Mous' group was standing, one leg crossed over the other.

Gigi: "Oh great, a baby is babysitting instead of me. Perfect," Ascot went over to grab some gear herself. Frankly she didn't care who was supervising, as long as she didnt have to do it. Fuck if she knew what she was doing with research business. She knew how to do cop stuff, and that was about it.

HappyPaca: She-la felt her self being raised up as Cyclone was converted into something she has only seen once in a cartoon  she autibly gasped and yelled "WHAT THE FUCK?!" as the bike tipped over and she fell harshly onto the side walk not knowing how to keep her balance on the damn thing. if she wasn't wearing her Riding suit it would have been a much nastier fall. "What happen to my bike!?" after recovering quickly as she could from the fall, she stood up and looked at it up and down trying to fathom what happen to cyclone.

Dezzy: With impeccable timing Lessy pulled up to the repair shop and spotted She-la, giving her a honk with her car’s horn, “ Hey, Ghost Rider!” Once she noticed the… just what the hell was that? Lessy scoffed in uncontrollable laughter, covering their painful smile with a gloved hand. “ HAHA, What the fuck? I didnt think your ride couldnt get any shittier than before but DAMN did you prove me wrong!”

EverSoNitro: Mous quirked an eyebrow as her phone began to ring, though as she answered it and heard the voice, she sighed a bit, hanging up as she turned to Robe in person. "Alright, well, if that's everything then, I can drive us all to the mall." Mous's own Aston Martin was in the shop, and so her current vehicle of choice was a bit more cartoonish, and oddly appropriate given the circumstances. She'd taken her reproduction Mystery Machine out of storage.

Eevelion: Robe looked at her phone with an annoyed expression as she was hung up on “Wow, she hung up on me, that's crazy rude.” She'd announce loud enough the group could hear her before actually addressing the group “So yeah, I'm not going, but if you need to know something you can call me, I helped with Throwback once or twice. They're alright.” After that she'd wave them off.

Dezzy: Pin’s familiar face brightened Falda up if only just a little bit, “Oui, but i’m not sure if the restaurant is the best place to start for this mission, don’t you agree? What with the heavy preference for electronics for its meals,” she gave his shoulder a soft pat with rub. “Not that your menu isnt delicious enough, I assure you. Maybe the car dealership would be fruitful with electric cars and the such.” plus, she just really wanted to check out some sweet lambos. "Shotgun," Pendant announed after the phone call.

Gigi: Ascot let out an exasperated scoff, letting her head tilt lamely onto her spine. "Seriously? I hope you all aren't expecting me to actually know what the fuck I'm doing." She absently grabbed for a capture set, regrouping to the others. "I already don't have hope for whipped-cream-for-brains here."

Eevelion: Robe sent out a tweet about the rudeness of some people then checked the rest of her timeline before thinking to herself, she was bored, “I'm going to the mall.” She'd announce to no one in particular.

HappyPaca: Pin smiled glad to see he could brighten up her day abit with a simple gesture. "As usual your right, i supose my staff isn't entirely hopeless if a problem arose." and besides it thing should be alot easier to spot in an open are if they cn find it that is. Pine grabbed some equiptment being sure to be ready to go when ever. "would you like to ride with them or take my car and we follow?" he gestured to Mou's forming group.

Proph: While everyone else was smart and paired up, Peasant Top just walked the sidewalks of the city alone.  Destroying a kebab, his lone wolf tactics (accidentally?)bore some fruit, finding some poor joe bawling over a vintage hotdog cart. With over half the kebab left, he kept following the trail of nostalgia while looking for a ride.

Dezzy: With the inclusion of Ascot, Pendant’s team could split up an search various stores in the mall. “Right, so, with Ass here we can search the Phone, Game, and electronic stores at the malle no problem. I call dibs on checking out the cells.”

HappyPaca: She-la  was on the phone calling the repair guy she just went too "And your SURE this isn't some god damn joke your  pulling on me?  then how does a Harly davison turn into a damn 1900 bicycle?!" she was confussed and alittle embarissed rubbing her temple.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed again, grimacing at Ascot. "I hope you're not just using ignorance as an excuse to not help." Mous replied, before motioning for her own squad to follow her to the psychedelic van. "We'll head for the mall first, perhaps pick up Peasant along the way if we see him." Rounding to the driver's side, she climbed in, waiting for the others to join her.

Gigi: She followed along, putting her hands up a bit. "Nah, I'm just letting you guys know I'm not research, I catch things but this is a little different than what I usually do." She opened up the back sliding door, and made herself comfortable with the extra room. "Place me where you see fit, I can't make any guarantees I won't beat up the first mlg softboy that throws shit my way, though."

Dezzy: Pendant slide into the passenger side next to Mous but not before giving the rather cartoonish car a double take, “Zoinks,” she mumbled before taking the passenger set net to Mous. "Take the game store then I guess," she waved to the back at Ascot. "Pry a Nitendo 64 outta some dude's hand if you gotta." From the looks of it Mous’s car would be a tight squeeze, so she shook her head, wrapping an arm around Pin’s and locking elbows, “I’ll ride with you, of course.”

HappyPaca: He was alittle bit ahead of Falada already pulling out his car keys to his convertable "To be honest i wouldn't mind if the ghost licked my car. It would be fun to see an old french convertable again" He laughed as he open the door for Falada bfore getting in himself. "my grandmother had one." he added.

Proph: "Oh hey, a carpool." said the meat-loving giant. He glanced around, glared at the van, shrugged, then worked on trying to wedge his large frame inside it. "Don't complain if your gas mileage takes a hit." he calls from the far back as the shocks moaned from his settling in.  RIP Ascot's ears, though; his burly tone in such a confined space had to be a bit loud.

Dezzy: Falda hummed approvingly at the thought as she got in,”Ooo, vintage isn’t so bad in some aspects.” She couldn't help but think back to straight out of a Scooby-doo van Mous and the others were riding in and gave a small giggle. “ Some, that is.”

EverSoNitro: Once their riding situation was figured out, and her passengers were loaded in, Mous nodded and backed out, quietly dying a little inside as she realized Falda would be seeing her driving a hippie bus. Trying to to let her embarrassment totally rot her soul, Mous pulled out, following the breadcrumb trail of out-of-place vintage vehicles. Pulling up as she spotted PT, the van was thankfully accomodating to his frame, if only just. Still, it'd get a bit more cramped for Ascot in the back, PT being a bit larger than a great dane. "We were headed for the mall," Mous explained. "That seemed like the best place to start looking, and from the look of things, that's where it was headed." Mous glanced to the Penny-farthing bicycle as they passed by, grimacing a bit. "Someone might want to be making a note of where incidents are, clean-up might be a bit of a hassle..."

Proph: He gave a thumbs up while stuffing the remainder of the kebab into his maw. Some of these things stood out like actual sore thumbs, kinda hard to miss

HappyPaca: Pin started the car and started driving toward the dealer ship closetest to trail of vintage memorablia following Mous's car for some time, he never visited the dealership often but he remebered something they coud use as an excuse to look. "if the dealer ship gives a hard time for looking so throughly, let's just tell them since your new in town i'm getting you a new car as a small welcome back gift." He gave a charmming smile and winked "and if you find something mon cheri don't hesitate to ask, it would make things more believeable." he suggested.

Eevelion: One by one, everyone (sans She-la) would hear a ping on their phone as Robe added them to a group text channel, with the first post reading [I just realized you all probably need a way of telling each other if you find Throwback without having to yell across a crowd.] with the second post reading [FYI, maybe try not to cause a bigger panic]And a third reading [BTW, nice van Mous]

Gigi: Ascot gave an affirmative grunt and not much else, being shoved into a corner.  She checked her phone, looking at the messages. [Thats gonna depend on how many sweaty guys are out today.]

EverSoNitro: As Mous pulled into the mall parking garage, she'd hear the ping on her phone, reading the message and pausing for a moment. "Panic... Oh, damn it all..." Mous seethed, quickly checking social media. Sure enough, there were those leeches sticking their noses into their business. "You all go on ahead, I've got to deal with this... everyone pick a store and fan out." Mous's nose was buried in her phone, hanging back for a moment and working on a cover story to quell suspicion.

Proph: Peasant looked at the phone hanging from a lanyard around his neck, looking fun-size in comparison in his meaty hoof of a hand. With the nail on his index finger, he carefully typed out a [ok boss] before letting the device drop under his namesake, dangling like the dongle it is as he poured out of the back of the van.

Eevelion: As Mous' group started to make their way through the mall they would come across a handful of people walking towards the exit with bulky CRT TV screens, NES cartridges, a couple brick phones, and one person even leaving with a ColecoVision, indicating a sort of trail left by Throwback, even more indicative, hastily taped signs to a few storefronts saying “Retro Sale!”

Dezzy: With a click of her pen Pendant was already on taking notes of the incidents as they drove by them, “ On it.”  Pendant shuddered in her seat as Peasant munched the remainder of his kebab. Food crunching wasn’t her preference in asmr. Once they pulled up Pendant hopped her short legs out with equipment  safely tucked into her bag. “Find me at phone shops when you catch up,” Pendant said Mous and trotted over to the cellular stores. At the sight of all the people leaving with archaic devices Pendant could tell Throwback had been there. “Perfect cover,” agreeing with a soft giggle she heard the noise go off from her phone. Falda then began to type and verbally read out loud her response for Pin[ Pin and I will let you all know if we see anything at the dealership. Good luck everyone]

Gigi: "Hah, try not to get chewed out by the vampire too much!" She got out, closing the door behind her and walking in. Unfortunately she was in enough time to see that yes, she'd have to smack a few gamers today, if the boxy consoles that looked nowhere near as sleek as the usual models she's used to dealing with on smuggling cases was any indicator. "Oh , for the love of......FUCK."

HappyPaca: " ah merci, I can't reply while driving" Pin pulled into the dealer ship actively looking around for ny retro car the may have seemed to pop up out of no where, it seemed that day though their was a wide varity. he parked and got out putting on some shades that were acutally perscription so he could look a bit more throughly. "Let's get started shall we?"

Proph: PT wasn't too far behind, watching a couple frat boys carry out a big screen box-set tv straight out of an 1980's sitcom. Not being the biggest tech guy, he thought it the Best Idea to check out every home entertainment section in the major chain stores, keep the search simple. He liked simple.

EverSoNitro: Mous huffed a bit as she put her phone away. "Damn it, I don't have time for this..." Mous intoned. She'd have to help with the official statement later, right now there were more pressing matters to attend to. Stowing the device in her pocket, Mous headed up to the mall proper, deciding that she should investigate the food court. Surely there'd be a number of unattended phones for Throwback to slobber all over.

Eevelion: As Mous checked the food court, sure enough there were a couple of retro-fied phones, but not enough to establish a sort of pattern. Back over by the electronics section there lay on a bench a TI83 Graphing Calculator, sitting there in all its monopolizing glory despite being an outdated piece of junk.

EverSoNitro: As Mous spotted the phones, she squinted, approaching cautiously, arming herself with the capture gear. She stepped closer to the first, an old Mickey Mouse rotary phone (and mentally recalling the one she had in her own collection) before carefully nudging it with an activated glove.

HappyPaca: She-la was just sitting on the curb by this point kinda stranded and still lil confused on what the hell to do with this bike. but then basically said 'fuck it zipped down her ridding suit tied it around her waist and tied her helmit to the back and after a few minutes of trail and error started riding the stupid looking bike back to her appartment.

Gigi: Ascot stormed in, stretching out, the chaos in the air tasted nice but there was just too much joy in it. Terrible. No time for asking people questions, she followed upstream of the surges of people running about, pushing aggressive customers out of her way with minimal effort.

Dezzy: Pendant browsed around the cell store she was at, so far there was no noticeable signs of Throwback had been there. A couple brick phones sure but it seemed like it had already done its damage by the time she arrived. [Nothing at the cell shop. Less you count last year’s Ipad as archaic.] With a nod and link of their elbows once more Falda agreed and began the search. Falda eyed the cars like it was she was a little girl in a candy shop. “Call me what you want, but I just think lamborgini’s to be so stylish.” she mused happily at the sight of gold lambo, walking around and fawning over it like it was an adorable puppy.

Proph: Muscling through one department store only to turn right back around and leave, Peasant took the time to peck out an update. [dept store on E end looked clear didnt come this far] Slipping the phone under his shirt PT went into another shop. Oh. An ACTUAL home entertainment store, good call.

HappyPaca: he smiled as she hung on his arm browsing the more suspious cars as they walked. looking particuarly at models that were more then 40+ years old. looking up and down the lambo as Falada fawned over it. "i Personally i'm more found of Charcoal grey cars but a lambo of any color is always nice. This seems like a newer italian model too." he chuckled and made sure to keep looking around but stood by as falada was fawning over the nice car. checking throughly of the cars around them for any suspious activity enjoying his time more with Falada there to lighten things up.

Eevelion: As Mous nudged the phone suddenly a voice came from one of the other food court tables “You really gonna try to touch it?” Robe asked from her seat, but that distraction was just enough that the phone, in truth Throwback, was able to climb past her glove and jump at her face, tapping her forehead with her tongue before skittering off towards the entertainment section of the mall. Robe laughed at Mous as she changed, typing out on her phone [Critic down :P]

EverSoNitro: Mous glanced up as she heard the voice, squinting a bit as she saw Robe lounging nearby. "You know, you really ought to be properly helping, considering this came from your-" Of course, while Mous was preoccupied with criticizing Robe's work ethic, she failed to notice the beloved cartoon icon grab for her upper arm, yelping and stumbling back as it scrambled up and slapping her forehead with her tongue. Falling on her rear, Mous's head began to spin, until she gave her head a shake, seemingly recovering. "Ugh... you detestable little insect..." Mous began, carefully getting to her feet. Once standing again, she seemed to look down her nose at the imp a bit more, than normal, taking a rather haughty and self-important stance. If one were to look closer, it also appeared that her makeup was a bit heavier, as if concealing injuries. "I would have had it, too, if you hadn't divided my attention..."

Proph: Of all the people to first reply, it was the 9 foot literal meatslab. [is ms ego ok? is ghost there?] Clearly not in the right neighborhood, Peasant left the store he was haunting, awaiting a reply. Or a return volley, depending on who answered.

Eevelion: "Maybe you would have had it if you used your capture gear instead of just trying to grab it." Robe snarkily replied, waving her off "Now go get back to work, it already hit you so you're immune to any further effects." meanwhile she tapped out on her phone [She's fine, just bratty, ghost head towards electronics section.]

Dezzy: “ I like my cars to stand out amongst the crowd,” the are was so clean that Falda could ee her reflection on it. She flashed a cute smile at herself till her phone went off, to which she huffed and unlocked her phone. “Ah, it seems the experiment is at the mall. Poor Mousquetaire.” she feigned sadness at that last part if only out of respect. “We should head to the mall now, I guess.” She gave the yellow lambo a pet on its hood. Someday, but not today. Pendant meanwhile left the store and headed to the food court with Robe and Mous. Helping Mous onto her feet and into the food court's chair she asked flatly, “ Where did it go?”

Proph: PT replied with a thumbs-up emoji because it was faster before stomping off to where he was pointed. He fingered the capture gear as he thundered down the thoroughfare; Hitting things is is forte, but since Mous was ALSO a member of the Hit Things club, he decided to be cautious this time.

Gigi: Ascot heard a buzz, and checked the message. She typed a hasty [ok, on it] before taking off her neckpeice and readying the kit. Guess everyone in the games department would be spared for now. Though...if they spotted the ghost, things weren't going well already....Thankfully not too many people were in her way this time, as people tend to avoid a large, blackened sword that's vaguely skeletal-looking. Someone screamed, and she whipped out a badge. "Sheesh, woman, don't you see the crowds! It's not black friday!"

EverSoNitro: Mous rolled her eyes. "I was using my capture equipment, imbecile." She flashed her activated buster gloves, which presently seemed just a bit bulkier than normal. "Besides, in the very probable case that you hadn't noticed, there's tons of potential candidates for that ghost's disguise in this mall." She jerked her arm away from Pendant as she was helped up, before looking incredulously at Robe. "You're telling me what to do?" She let out a rather haughty laugh, before planting herself in her seat. "I don't think so."

HappyPaca: Pin sighed "Poor dear, we should invite to take her out for dinner later." he said as he once again pulled out his car keys and took off his shades. "Let's hurry so we can possibly try to minimize the damage knowing the group thats currently there at the moment" now that he thought about he wounders how Mous is now while under the affcts of throw back.

Dezzy: Raising her hands up defeatedly Pendant shimmied around the angry Thrownback!Mous  and headed for the electronics store, retrieving a mask and metallic pointer that one would use for presentations from her bag and began proding around the area. “Agreed,” she kissed into her hand and placed it one the lambo before Pin and her were off again on the road to the mall.

Gigi: Something particularly old and boxy caught the periphery of Ascot's eye, and she tried to rush and swipe for it. It lunged at her, and she began backing up quickly, thrusting her arm out quickly to let her sword extend properly. No connection, but that did seem to scare the moving appliance for now....she kept following, more slowly this time. Her eyes were still peeled onto it, and she wove her way through the crowd a few hundred feet back.

Proph: Blade resting on his shoulder, Peasant storms in right as Ascot swatted the critter away. He followed Throwback through the food court as best as his bulk could go. Clearly, it won out in raw speed, so, Without a thought, he hefted the sword up and held it inverted, hefting the massive sword he flipped it around so he held it inverted, and matching his stride, chucked the heavy blade at the ghost like a javelin. PT managed to clip the ghost along the side, but this made it run /faster/.

Eevelion: As Throwback ran down the corridors it ran into MORE people that seemed to want at it, narrowly dodging a sword from one and taking a slight clip from the other, as it circled back it gave them a wide berth, not wanting to take another hit, back towards the food court it went.

HappyPaca: Looking at the way falada liked the lambo hmm... maybe pin could get her a welcome gift after all it's a strong maybe. As soon as the two found a parking space convently next to Mous's van, He grabbed the equiptment from his trunk while Falada was stepping out of his car and got them both ready as they headed for the Mall's entrance making sure both of them were prepared for whatever may come their way. As if he was prepering a excellent meal for an importent guest.

Dezzy: At the sound of Throwback making its way back to the food courts Pendant sharply rose up from inspecting, grabbing onto her namesake to allow it to transform into its true rapier form and  made long strides for the ghost. “C’mon goth momma needs a new…” she took a swipe “Aesthetic!”  her sword missed, stumbling on her feet a little before she could fall. She cursed under her breathe bitterly.

Eevelion: As Throwback barreled back towards the food court it passed by Pendant who seemed very intent on capturing it as well, as it ducked past her rapier and head towards the food court Robe popped the lid off her drink, controlling the liquid inside to try to make a cage of ice around the escaping ghost, unfortunately her placement was off, and instead of encapsulating it, the ghost launched off the side sending its trajectory... straight towards her, “Oh crap” she muttered, as it collided with her its tongue lolled out and tapped her on the scalp. As she held her head where it had bumped her she seemed to shrink into her clothes a little, but that was more overshadowed by those clothes getting bigger, and when she stood up she was almost completely covered in her robe, except for the top of her head, which she quickly put a huge wizard cap on, the gremlin was here. Meanwhile, Throwback continued its escape path, running into the same direction Pin and Falda were entering through.

HappyPaca: Pin thrusted forward the secound he saw the lil bastardheading towards him and flada causing a ruckus umong his associates. "It's time to falay the main ingdent!" cheesy phrases aside pin nly manages to graise throwback as he passes him, quickly turning back to Falada "Quickly grab it mon cheri!" hoping she could use the moment to her advantage being so close to him.

Gigi: Ascot was still chasing after it, though it was getting increasingly difficult to follow it within all the ruckus. She grabbed her phone in frustration, tapping out a [DO WE HAVE ENOUGH TIME TO ATTEMPT A QUARANTINE, BECAUSE I THINK WE REALLY OUGHTA]. The way it was going it looked like she was getting closer to the entrance, about back where she came from...no good, no good at all.

Eevelion: Gremlin Robe gave a quick peace sign with a playful “See ya, suckers!” before running off to the electronics section with surprising quickness for someone covered so wholly, as she passed by Pendant she leaped, snatching her hat off her head and placing it on top of her own hat, continuing down the electronics section she slowed down and held her primary hat over her face as she saw the absolutely gargantuan Peasant Top, taking a wide arc around him and never taking her off him till she was far away enough to start running again, straight out of the mall.

Proph: Still catching his breath, PT just watched the jittery imp circle around him with a look in her eyes like he was going to eat her. He shrugged it off, though, truth be told, he got looks like that a lot. Looking at the latest page, he gave an exasperated sigh before retrieving his blade from the floor it was impaled in and following the others.

Dezzy: “Hopefully the team inside has it managed,” she said, shoving her phone back into her jacket as she entered the mall, only to be greeted by the said ghost the group were aiming to capture.  “God damn it.” grabbing the hem of her long skirt and with one swift movement it turned into its pistol form around Falda’s hands and for Falda to stand in her pantsless glory. She pulled the trigger and missed by the skin of her teeth. [Quarantine sounds good. Box it off before it can escape. Through the parking lot.] Pendant went to go grab Robe but it seemed that the small imp had, somehow, gotten visibly smaller than thought possible. She ran a hand through herbangs and sighed but it was short lived as her big hat was taken from here. “What the-” Pendant shook her head. Nevermind that they had to contain this thing before it got out.

Eevelion: Throwback had almost made it to the door, sweet sweet freedom was at hand, then suddenly it found itself in front of a couple pulling out weapons, it managed to dodge their attacks, but couldn't risk trying to pass the two, so it turned and head back into the food court, jumping up onto a table to try to figure which way it could run to next.

Gigi: [on it, I'll notify the blarts.] She held ground, calling up a security line. "SUP, its Enforcer Pheles, I'm gonna need you guys to keep guard on entrances for any rogue objects that look like they're moving on their own..................Don't shut down the place but have people recommend they either don't go in or go into another shopping center...........Dude just do what I say okay and make sure nobody panics!" She hung up. Might as well stay in the food court to do what she does best, crowd control. Also, eating.

HappyPaca: Pin's cheeks turned pink seeing falada in her under garments and quickly un button his shirt having an undershirt on underneath  do to recent cold weather. so he did not mind lending his shirt to Falda to tie around her waist "Here, i'm so sorry this is all i have at the moment. but if you do not mind contenueing we should try and follow it"  he gestured towards the food court.

Dezzy: Pin was much taller and larger than Falda that the ends of his shirt went down to just above her knees. “Thank you mon cheri,” she gave him a small peck on his cheek with a wink and jogged to the food court. [Food court] Pendant typed in the group chat and approached the ghost once more. She gave another strike at Throwback but blade only seemed to collide with the floor tile and fell back into a chair. Taking a knee Falda tried to line up a good shot at the thing but also missed. This is why she just left the action to CGI.

HappyPaca: Mean while She-la fell off the penny bike again and just decided to sit on the side walk and contiplate life.

Gigi: Ascot was in a fair amount of concentration, trying to sap energy out of everyone. Panic wasn't quite her favorite flavor but it'd work--and crowds around her seemed to clear out. Good. Pendant and Falda's noises gave her a general idea where to watch where the ghost was going--and took a guess at the location it'd land in, and slap. SATIN extended outward, slamming into the floor and holding the ghost firm by one of its legs. "FUCK, DID I GET IT?"

Proph: With the wind back in his sails, Peasant reconvened with the others, blade held firm, tip resting on the ground. e watched Ascot work, waiting to strike when the proverbial iron was hot. Much as he would love  being a gloryhog for once, it didn't feel right to steal the kill. Then she acted. Well then. Nothing against getting an assist! With the critter pinned, he lunged forward with a throaty roar, swinging the chunky sword up then down in a solid arc,like an oar, slapping the ghost into the ground one last time.

Eevelion: As Throwback was well and truly pinned an energetic clapping could be heard from behind the group, the first scientist from the briefing stood there “Good work everyone! Very impressive work, anyway, the effects wore off on me about fifteen minutes ago, so I figured I should come by to bring Throwback's containment cage over so you don't have to bring it back to HQ at arm's length.” Mentioning Throwback's cage he'd pull out a small bird cage before leaning down to where the ghost was, picking it up gingerly from behind and placing it inside the cage “All done!” he exclaimed “Don't worry about getting it returned, I'll handle that, the rest of you just enjoy your day, and again, thank you for your work.” Bowing out he head back to HQ with a small enforcement team just to make sure the ghost didn't escape again.

HappyPaca: She-la resorted to walking the penny bike home wanting nothing more then a cup of hot coco when she got back.

Dezzy: Pendant gave a half hearted fist pump as the scientist from earlier took her vintage dreams away in its cage. She tilted her head back exasperatedly and let it hit the table behind her, running a hand through her hangs. Well… the effects hadn’t totally worn off the other effected appliances yet, there was still hope to be salvaged. She sharply rose up from her seat and pulled out her camera she had tucked away in her bag. “I’m going to just… take some photos record today’s events for research,” she announced before scuttling away. Falda gave a sigh of relief and wrapped her namesake back to hug at her hips,. “Problem solved, now to deal with clean up and those tontos at Panic.”  How did they even know her panties were edible?

Gigi: Ascot wiped her brow and dismantled her kit. "NOTHIN' TO SEE HERE FOLKS, EVERYTHING'S UNDER CONTROL." She shooed off shoppers that looked like they were lingering too much. Don't think about it too hard. She looked over to the rest of the team, with a slight grin. "Good job, guys, we...got the job done and I got lunch free of charge."

HappyPaca: Pin nodded to falada after thanking the scientists for their work and strentch alittle, "it sounds good to me. we can end the day with a good drink." He could here his wine cellar calling his name just thinking about panic and their shenanigans. He looked around abit and thought "maybe we should call chaleco to pick up robe as well where ever she went."

Proph: "That's all one can wish for, right?" Peasant once again donned his namesake, just in time his bare barrel chest was gettin' nipply. "Jus' thowin' it out there, but how about we DON'T go hunting next time we go out, okay? A run, some lunch, little weightlifting, make a day of it!"

Gigi: Whatever joy was on her face got replaced with narrowed eyes and a slanted, tight lipped look. "Don't push it, dude."

Proph: He raises his hands is mock surrender. "Jus' bein' nice, calm down. We're all friends, here." The ONE time he wasn't trying to put the moves on someone...

Dezzy: Falda hummed as she texted her brother to come pick up Robe, "The only exercise I want today is...." She stopped herself right there and smiled innocently, "I could go for a drink though."

HappyPaca: Pin gave a chaismatic smile and said "if anyone else cares for free drinks just tell inferno i sent you in. there all on me" he'd ask falada on the ride back if she wanted to have drinks at his place or inferno, options are always nice.

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Team Building Exercise!

<Ever-So-Nitro>  Mousquetaire groaned a bit as she walked into the ground-level lobby, rolling her shoulders. Friday morning, what a god-awful time to call a staff meeting. She checked her phone to ensure that she had the right time on her memo, and pressed the button to call an elevator, gently tapping her foot as she waited, glancing around to see if her colleagues would show up as well.Indeed, everyone at the office would receive a memo calling for a staff meeting that Friday morning, but unbeknownst to everyone, there would, in fact, be two versions of the memo sent out at random, one instructing the recipient that the meeting would take place half an hour later than the other. Mous, it seemed, was unfortunate enough to have one of the earlier versions.

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<theprophetgamer>  "This had better be important." Mantle muttered under her breath as she entered the lobby. Seriously, why a meeting on Friday morning, this isn't how you end the work week! Turns out she wasn't the first one on-site for once, as another fellow melee enthusiast has beaten her here; It's a refreshing change, all things considered. Almost makes up for having to skip this week's weight training. Almost. She stands next to Mous, towering over the punchy critic as she waits for the lift as well. "Ruined your day too, I take it?" <SenseiDezzy> Pendant, normally a nocturnal being of the night, could empathize with Mous. She yawned, wiping the remaining dust from under her eye and grumbled a low but soft grumble. Once she made it the elevator where Mous and Mantle waited she pulled out her phone and audibly spoke as she typed “They say the day begins a new once the sun rises. I, for one, would rather greet the new day when its over. #notamorningperson”. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones makes his way down the hall headphones on and blaring music making him deaf to the world around him. He rubs his eyes a little with a soft sigh. He may be used to late nights but he would have went to bed early last night if he knew about this. As he makes his way to the elevator he sees he isn't the first one in at least. He turns down the music and removes his headphones as he makes his way into the elevator behind the others. "Wow what do you know I am not late for once." He laughs softly looking at his half awake comrades. <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie shuffled towards the lobby, yawning and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as finished slamming a cup of coffee in an attempt to get herself woken up. Oh how she wished she was in the later group. She was by no means a morning person and it didn’t help that it was a Friday. She knew this would make the day drag on forever. As she approached the lobby entrance, she slapped herself in the face a few times trying to get herself all bright eyed and bushy tailed. Seeing Mous, Pendant and Mantle all standing together, she made her way over to them. “So you guys got the early shift too, huh?” <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous glanced to Mantle as she came up beside her, giving a polite smile and bow to her superior. "Indeed," Mous replied, giving a light yawn. "It certainly would have been nice to have known about this earlier, I was up far too late working on my review backlog." She rolled her shoulders a bit, nodding to Pendant as she arrived as well. It seemed the elevator arrived right as Headphones and Bowtie came up behind them, Mous being the first to file in. "Well said. I can only hope that it's good news." <theprophetgamer> With a dull grunt of agreement, Mantle marched into the lift, taking stand next to the button panel. A higher-up is going to be your usher on this unexpected venture, you peons better appreciate. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones gives a soft smile before stepping into the elevator beside his tall, statuesque superior. "Who knows maybe its a raise of some kind, but at the very least it has to be something important." He gives a light stretch. "Maybe we will get lucky and it will be quick so you guys can get some rest some of you look a little dead." He joked. <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie yawned again and followed them into the elevator. It was too early for this shit, man. “If I start to nod off someone wake me up, okay?” She asked out loud. She hopped she had enough self control to stay awake, but better to be safe than sorry. <SenseiDezzy> “So it seems,”Pendant groggily nodded her head in reply to Bowtie. Hopefully there would be some coffee, preferably black, to awaken the dragon. Slowly she trudged inside the elevator, closing her eyes with grossed arms and taking a quiet, but deep, breathe before answering to Headphones. “ I was born dead. The night is where I am truly alive.” <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie looked at Pendant. "Edgy" she said looking that the Blue Demon. <SenseiDezzy> Pendant muttered a small, "thank you." <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones twirls his headphone cable around his finger. "Alright place your bets who here is gonna pass out first. My money is on the tiny blue one." He looks down at Pendant. "Either her or Little Miss Bowtie." <theprophetgamer> Once everyone was inside, Mantle hit the door close then the button for the designated floor that this early-rise shindig was a'goin' down. There was an odd quiet during the ride, barring the occasional yawn, and a poke to Bowtie's head to make sure she didn't actually fall asleep upright. The amazon gives an annoyed glare at the floor call; they'll be there soon, get this done, and be on their waSKRRRRRRRRRNK *CHUNK* A monstrous metal grinding followed by a hard, sudden stop that made sure EVERYONE was awake meant only one thing; Worst. Friday. Ever. <SuperSaiyan5100> “Oh, you have got to be kidding me” Bowtie said as she looked up and the ceiling. As if waking up at the crack of ass wasn’t bad enough, now they were all crammed into the elevator, stuck. If she was in a better position to, she’d use this time to sleep more. Unfortunately this wasn’t the time or the place. “This is fantastic. Anyone got any ideas?” she asked. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous didn't enter into the conversation much as everyone chattered amongst themselves, alone with her thoughts, but as the elevator came to a screeching halt, Mous was quite suddenly snapped out of it, hands out to either side to steady herself. Glancing around at everyone, she let out a groan, moving to the numberpad by Mantle and jabbing it impatiently. "Oh, you have to be joking..." she muttered to herself. <FaroresVault> A soft cheer came out from the hallway as the sound of the elevator grinding down echoed through it. There was soft chattering of some demons around the corner, Sweetheart included and ringing brightly. Someone called whichever Enforcement agent was on the roof “You can turn the signal jammer on now!” and with that, fuck y’all. Phase one was done, and the next job was up. They scampered out with a table, a TV, extension cords, some chairs, a few objects and went to work. Some hid the objects around the room while others got the electrical wiring set up for the TV. On the table was an unplugged cord and a large manila envelope. Their duty done, the officer team scurried off. There were groups like this throughout the HQ today, and they had a lot to manage with everyone else occupied. ~*~GROUP 2 MAY NOW INTRO~*~ <SenseiDezzy> Pendant have a lazy side glare through her dark tinted glasses and was about to say something the elevator came to a loud, and hard, grind to a halt. She practically would of stumbled over her small feet had not she grabbed onto the elevator’s rail to keep her up. With a small grunt she pulled herself back up, sliding a hand in pocket to obtain her phone. Zero bars. No reception. She tapped her head to the phone’s screen and sulked.“ What a grave misfortune that has plagued us this dawn…” <FaroresVault> First thing in the AM and here we are with some b u l l s h i t; who has meetings in the AM? Who does that? Doubly so, why do this on a payday? How to ruin a payday 101: This. If Bustier could get away with dragging her feet in these heels, she would and without shame. Instead she meandered slowly through the dull morning heat and in to the building, cellphone in one hand, beans on toast with cucumber shavings in the other. She figured she’d just steal a coffee from the kitchens, lord knows they had machines and the right things to make a pot. Who even walks with coffee anyway. “I work in a nightclub, I don’t deserve this. #Cursed” Bustier tweeted sarcastically, liking Pendants tweet as she went in. It was a sudden stop when she walked straight in to a chair, shooting her gaze forward, her eyes landing on the table. “What in hell.” <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones gives a shrug and sigh. "Well this is as good a time as any." He slips his headphones back over his ears and turns on his music. The bars on his arms slowly come to life and start bouncing up and down going higher as he turns up the music. Of course Headphones turns it up a bit higher then he should causing the sound to seep out into the elevator around him. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous turned to lightly grimace at Headphones as she heard his music bleeding out, stepping over and pulling on one side to exposehis ear. "Do you mind not waving your arms like an errant helicopter?" Mous half-shouted over the music. "There's very little space in here, and that isn't helping." Letting it go and letting the earpiece slap back into place, she moved to the door, letting her gloves turn into her gauntlets and motioning to Mantle. "Can you give me a hand with the door, Miss Mantle? Maybe we can see if we're able to get out from here." <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones smiles sheepishly and turns down his music before rubbing the back of his head. "Heh uh sorry about that." The bars on his arms die down along with the music. <Dottieverse> Etch certainly wasn’t a morning person, and he honestly was still half asleep, and had a lot of trouble even keeping his eyes open this early. He ended up staying up late and waking up early, so he to say the least, was very tired. After taking forever and a half to get ready with makeup and clothes and all that, he managed to make his way to where he needed to be, and wobbled on in with a small yawn. Looking around the room he inspected the others who had also shown up, not really many people, that's good for him, he didn't like to be around too many people at once. He scooted his way in slowly, staying near the wall and looking over the room, the first thing he noticed was the TV, which only made him confused really, since when was there a TV in the lobby, he wasn't even really sure what all this was about, but something tells him it was going to make his day bad. He yawned again and then plopped himself down onto the floor and waited until he needed to move, though he was half ready to fall asleep at this point, his eyes looked tired as is and he was honestly having trouble keeping them open, at least he looked cute. <Koukaiju> Rushed footsteps echoed through the lobby, Brassiere taking absent scrolls through the information on her tablet on one hand and occasionally glancing up. She seemed completely unfazed by the fact this was an AM meeting; however this was simply appearance, her sleep schedule was mangled beyond belief and she could easily pass for being diurnal with how late she worked dealing with Diamond Jail's damn tech. Pushing her way through the revolving doors, she found herself face to face with...well what was this exactly?? Eyes started darting around while she (seemingly) nonchalantly took a sip from the frap that, along with a bag of donuts, was occupying her other hand. <theprophetgamer> Mantle wavered somewhat when the lift came to a stop, but remained upright, hands still behind her. With Headphones music bleeding into what was already playing inside this box, her irritation was the only thing going up here. Luckily, Mous gave her an out. "With pleasure." she stated, flexing her left hand to limber it up. She worms her fingers into the split and braces. "On your mark." <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie backed up as much as she could to give Mous and Mantle room to work. If this didn’t maybe she could use her fire magic and melt the door. It could be dangerous but if she concentrated the fire enough it could mimic a cutter. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous gripped the right side of the door with both hands, bracing herself. "On three... one... two... three!" Mous gave a hearty pull, and with both her enhanced strength and Mantle's absurd natural strength, the door hardly stood a chance. Of course, the victory was short-lived, as the other side of the door was revealed to be nothing but solid grey brick. "Damn... we must be between floors..." Mous noted, before turning to the others. "Well, everyone get comfy, we may be here a while..." <SenseiDezzy> Diadema had gotten the later memo and thus was arriving the same time as the second group. He was fairly well rested, having luckily gotten to bed at a reasonable hour the day prior and didn’t have the early morning blues as most of his collegues. Once he was inside the lobby he locked around, just as confused as the rest. “D-d-did the l-l-lob-b-by get r-r-rrrred-d-ecorated?” / Meanwhile Pendant sulked herself to the floor, having lost all will to stand up once Mous and Mantle’s effort proved unsuccessful. “Our heroines efforts have proved fruitless. We are doomed.” Hashtag doomed. <SuperSaiyan5100> “Oh of course we are” Bowtie said. “Why should we expect any different.” She put her back against the wall and slid down to the floor. This whole deal officially sucked. Maybe she would have time for some sleep afterall. <theprophetgamer> "Fantastic." Mantle drops into a crouch into a heady thunk onto her rump, legs wrapped indian-style, arms crossing her potent chest as she thinks...or tries to drown out the music while something comes up to assist them. <FaroresVault> Palm on the table, Bustier leaned on it and looked back at the room. Two cute things and a nerd. "Yeah, course you have that thing," she nodded at Bra's frap. Damn you. It looked good. Stuffing the rest of her breakfast in her mouth - mostly just to get it out of the way - she waved at Etch and DD before picking up the envelope and popping it open, sliding a photograph and another memo out. With a crinkled nose, she gave it a quick skim. "She is so bloody chipper, I want ta twist Sweetheart's ear right off." she grumbled, looking back up, "You lot here for a meeting yeah?" <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones looks at the concrete infront of them blocking the only way out. "Well so much for plan A anyone got a plan B?" He goes to sit but seeing that there is little room he leans against the wall of the elevator. "And to think I was hoping to be nice and on time today." <Koukaiju> "Of course I'm here for the meeting--why else would I be here at assfuck AM with caffeine?" Actually, there was a lot of strongarming from the upper management in her direction, but she refused to acknowledge that. Ever. Anyway, these notes were proof this tomfoolery was management's doing too--great. just great. She had basically every intention to sit back and coast, after all, social interaction wasn't her forte at all, nor did she really want to actively reveal anything about herself more than anyone else knew. <SenseiDezzy> “death,” Pendant muttered hollowly. “Ever so slowly decompose to a fine grain akin to that of Hell’s ashes.” It would be a beautiful and poetic death in Pendant’s mind. She wished to embrace the cold arms of death any other possible way (and preferable alone), but this would do./ “ Yes, in-n-n-ndeed! I r-r-rrrrr… got the m-memo earlier in the m-m-morn-nning to arrive h-here.” He took a few steps forward to the table and pear over Bustier, “Wh-wh-what d-d-does it sa-sa-say?” <Dottieverse> Etch looked up at Bustier and stood himself up slowly, patting at his shorts as if he were dusting them off, he nodded a little before speaking up “U-um… yeah.. I don't really know wh-what the meeting is for though… Or maybe I just forgot...” Etch’s voice was soft and quiet like usual, honestly he was trying really hard to make sure that he was heard, he can’t count the number of times he spoke and nobody was actually able to understand what he said, talk about an uncomfortable situation.As he spoke though he moved a little closer to the others, away from his sleeping spot sadly, he just wants to nap. <FaroresVault> It was with a cleared throat that Bustier read the letter aloud, trying (and failing) to mimic Sweetheart's tone."Morning guys! I know this is strange, but the rest of the meeting members are here, even if it doesn't seem that way. There are plenty of tools at your disposal to find out where, though! In fact...it's probably to your benefit to find out." Bustier rolled her eyes "This is a trust building exercise - we thought that it's probably better for you to all learn how to work together, even in tough times! Who knows why you might need it! - eugh. I bet she'd laugh there too. - Once you get everyone out you're going to be able to open the big safe under the table....That'd have all of your paycheques, a healthy bonus, and...well, it's probably best to somehow let Mous know that we have the keys to her storage units and Aston Martin. I think Chap said something along the lines of “actually make them work for their god damned pay this time”? It’s a little rude, but here we are! Good luck!” The deadpan ‘fuck off’ expression encompassing Bustier’s face summed up her response to this. “I don’t fucking need this.” <Koukaiju> Oh. Well isn’t that lovely. Brassiere bit her lip, turning her head. Well ain't that cute. She couldn't even try and manage to fake a laugh. Even though she was angry, she was already scanning, starting to figure out what was wrong in the first place, if only because she absolutely would be driving herself up the wall if they were moving at a snail's pace. She had to be ready, you know. But she wasn't going to let on that she had a hunch already, make her comrades sweat a little. "So, anyone got any ideas...?" A perfect veneer of uncertain concern, perfect. <Dottieverse> As the letter was read etch sulked a little, he didn’t really have the motivation to do work right now but seeing as he was already here and he didn't want to be the only person not doing anything he decided it would be best to do so. He rubbed his eyes softly and shook his head before looking around the room “So uh… we just need to find th-the others right? Th-that should be easy.” He really hoped it would be easy. He looked around the room slightly, his heels clicking on the floor as he moved around, though he really didn't know what he was supposed to be looking for, So he just waited for the others to decide on what they needed to do before he started blindly wandering off. Etch wasn’t really good at that kind of stuff, so he would mostly just wait to be told what to do. <SenseiDezzy> probably to your own benefit to find out’? DD did not like the sound of that. Diadema covered his mouth and softly gasped, “ Oh d-d-dear! We b-b-bet-t-ter find th-them qu-quick-k-kly… is there anyth-thing e-e-e-else?” He surveyed the room. “ The note ss-ssssssaid we have the tool f-f-find them. Perh-haps bb-b-..bb… starting there.” And with that he did as Etch and paced around the lobby for the materials they needed. <FaroresVault> Bustier kind of looked at Bra. That kind of look, you know the look, the <FaroresVault> 'seriously' look. "So we've a TV 're." she huffd, snapping that on...aaaaand yup. There they were. You know what else was there? The elevator music. Not that the lobby would know. <theprophetgamer> She may have discipline, but Mantle's patience has already worn out. Frustrated with literally sitting here, she contemplated beating through the exposed wall like digging the tunnel from The Great Escape, but that would be fruitless and probably not the best thing to leave for mother when this is done. She slaps her hands onto the floor to stand, but stops, looks down at said appendages and sees an envelope. HOW did they miss that. Like seriously. Still on the ground, she opens it to see....some...kind of code? "Mother, what are you up to." <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous grimaced as the elevator music kicked on, glancing up toward the ceiling from her sat position against the wall. "Wonderful. Just what we needed..." She said, before something caught her eye. Namely, the camera situated in the corner, and its little red light. She got to her feet, looking up to the device, before waving to it. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She called, unaware that there was no sound feed. "We're in the elevator! We're stuck!" <SenseiDezzy> “Ah! Th-there they are!” Diadema pointed to the screen and from the look of the tiny space they were in, along with the soft sound of music Diadema guessed, “Elevator….?” Mous then confirmed his hunch. He the saw Pendant lying on the ground and assumed the worse heart starting to race. “ One of th-them is d-d-down we have to g-g-get them out!!” Stop. Panic time. <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie moved over to Mantle. “What are you looking at?” she asked as she followed her gaze to the floor of the elevator. “What the heck? How long was that there? What is in it?” she asked as she stared at the envelope. She then looked up and saw the camera that Mous was looking at. How did we not see these things? <Koukaiju> She gave Bustier a look back, a sort of 'yes-i-know-but-im-not-a-showboater-or-a-goody-two-shoes' sort of look. And apparently she didn't even need to hack the video feed. They were making this too easy. Let her at least try and hijack the place, geez, maybe she shouldn't have showed up. She sat down in a chair, placed her goods on the table, and kicked her legs up, still poking around the security mainframe regardless--after all jammed elevators were part of PR's plan then maybe, just maybe, there was a technical solution. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones looks at Mous and the camera. "I'm not sure that thing works or they would have tried to help us out by now." He scratches his chin. "We need a way to let everyone know we are here though." <Dottieverse> Etch hopped over to look at the TV, looking at the other demons on it. “W-well… so.. We just need to find out where they are r-right… so that should be easy since we can see them right?...right?” He looked around the room they were in, though instead of thinking about where they were he was more so thinking about how much it must suck to be in there, it’s so small, he would die (maybe literally) if he was stuck in there, he needs a little bit of interaction with people now and again sure but that would be way too much for him to handle mentally, he figured the others would figure it out so he mostly just let the others think out where they were. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous glanced over to Headphones, shaking her head. "I don't think that light was on before," Mous replied. "Besides, surely someone's come in and tried to use the elevator, right? I doubt a jammed elevator would go unnoticed for long." <theprophetgamer> "Hmm. I wonder..." Mantle stood and, seeing the camera that Mous found, holds the code paper to the machine. Might be a longshot, might be something to help get them out of there, and it's not like there's much else to do in this coffin. <SenseiDezzy> Pendant rolled over to on her butt and sat down, “ A faint glimmer of hope? Or our despair being laid bare for all to witness.”/ Diadema felt a little relieved that Pendant wasn’t actually dead and calmed down, just a bit. Just then he looked at the photo that came with Sweetheart’s memo. “ its of this r-room,” he muttered. It was a photo of a potted plant? It looked fairly familiar. He turned around and noticed there was one just like it in the lobby and waked to it, retrieving the black box and placing it on the table. He tried to open it but, “Locked.” <Koukaiju> Brassiere looked over to the box set down before her, then to the screen then.... She waved a finger at the screen. 'Anyone want to take a crack at putting that number in? I'm a little busy with something else....," It was important, but like hell she was going to say anything. Right now she was trying to run diagnostics on the elevator systems, and praying there wasn't a white hat anticipating any of this. <theprophetgamer> Mantle just. Stands there. No sound other than that damnedable music! She feverishly shakes the paper at the camera. "I know you see this! 4-2-6-1-1-8 it's only SIX DIGITS!" She should be on her reps right now, then going for a persona best at the deadlift, but noOOOoooo. <Dottieverse> Etch kind of just sat down after a while, he was very tired and was more or less just waiting on some way he could help, so far however the others seemed to be doing fine without him, and there weren't really any other clues just yet. He figured he might aswell go look around, so he scooted his way over to the elevator, he looked at the closed door before just, knocking on it, who knows maybe that would do something, maybe they could hear it, it would be good to let them know people are down there. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous, meanwhile, had moved back to the open door again, pressing against the wall and peering up the tiny gap between the elevator and the shaft. What good would it do? Who knows. But sitting idle, especially with that music playing, was grating on her nerves a bit. "Do you think we'd be able to open the hatch on the ceiling?" Mous idly asked. Of course, as she heard a faint knocking from above, she perked up a bit. "Hello?" She called up, before glancing to the camera again, making a knocking motion in the air. <SenseiDezzy> Diadema dare not question Brassiere, he knew little to nothing about computers and hacking. Punching in the numbers 4-2-6-1-18 the box opened with a click. Inside was a microphone with a port and a wooden number two. “…..” he was so happy his father wasn’t here to make a shitty pun. “ there’s a m-m-mic and a n-n-nnumber two in h-here. Perhap-p-ps we can talk to them th-through this?” <FaroresVault> ' a number two', Bustier snorted, because she's twelve. "Ay yea, that seems sound, dunnit?" <Dottieverse>  Etch wasn't really paying attention to the monitor so he didn't really see Mous make the knocking motion, so he kinda just gave up, at least maybe they think people are helping, if there even in that elevator. He walked over to the monitor to see if he could help, though he couldn't really figure out what he would do with anything they had, he really wasn't good at puzzles. <SuperSaiyan5100>  "I mean I guess that's as good a plan as any" Bowtie said standing back up. "Short of me melting the ceiling that's the best idea we got." Bowtie said to Headphones <SenseiDezzy> Diadema nodded unsurely at Bra and connected the microphone port. He gave it a quick gentle tap,” H-h-hello? Hello? Can those of y-y-you hear me?” and wouldn’t you know it his stammered voice was audible within the elevator space and Pendant, groggily nodding her head already SO over this. <FaroresVault> Having received no such memo, Lunula wandered in to the lobby, arms stuffed full of scrolls and mouth with a honey stick in it. She raised a brow at the crowd at the table, electing to weasel in between them and snoop. “Poor things look tired.” Was the only thing announcing her sudden presence. She shook her head and wandered off once more, very off balance from all her spells. <Ever-So-Nitro> "Don't try and melt the ceiling," Mous replied. "A: Where do you think the slag is going to drip? And B:, the cable is connected to the roof, and damaging it would mean we're in for a long fall-" Mous stopped as she heard Diadema's stammering voice, turning toward the camera. "Hello?" Mous responded. "We're in the elevator! We're stuck!" <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones stopped mid motion of unplugging his headphones from his mp3 player. "Well it looks like my plan is out the window but at least we will be rescued." He plugs his headphones back in and drapes them over his shoulders. "Hey people not in the elevator when do think we will be getting out of here?" He said into the camera. <SuperSaiyan5100> "I wasn't going to, MOM" Bowtie said. This whole day has been one giant pile of suck. But things started looking up when Diadema's voice was heard in the elevator. "Hey! Can You hear us?" she asked. It doesn’t really help if they could hear him but he couldn't hear them. <FaroresVault> Not long after, there was a soft thump on the elevator ceiling, and one of the vents lifted off, Lun’s little head peeking in with a large grin. Ceiling child. She then wordlessly lowered a tray of coffee, creamers, and sugar down. “They can’t hear you.” She laughed, leaning inward “I’m not allowed to let you out, but I’m able to facilitate the process if you get too stuck.” <theprophetgamer> Mantle has stepped back and the others try to get the attention of whoever was watching. And then /SHE/ appeared. Damn lapdog, but she had a point. "Someone have a pen? Maybe we'll have to write it out or something." She can do tactics. She can do drills. She can't command if no-one can hear her. <FaroresVault> With this, Lun waggled a notepad at Mantle. <SenseiDezzy> DD gave a little ‘eep’ At Lun’s sudden interjection. “o-o-oh miss Lun But soon as he saw his c0-workers trying to communicate with them he turn his attention back, “ Ahh…. W-w-w c-c-can’t he-he-he you in there, s-s-sorry. W-w-we found this wooden carve out of the n-n-num-m-mmmber two does th-the num-b-bber two do anyth-thing for you?” <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous groaned a bit, burying her face in her hand. "Look, getting short with each other isn't going to help anyone, so just try and stay calm." Of course, as the ceiling child made herself known, Mous gave a sigh of relief, thinking that their rescue was at hand. That, of course, was wishful thinking, giving a slight groan, but taking a coffee and preparing herself a cup. <SenseiDezzy> Pendant took a cup of coffe and slowly sipped at the brew." Mmm... Black. Just like my soul." <theprophetgamer> Mantle just glowered and gave a rolling guttural growl as Lun toyed with them. Since casting fist was off limits (no matter how good it'd make her feel despite any backlash)and decides to shotgun a hot cup. Maybe the caffeine would sooth her nerves a skosh. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones without a second thought grabbed a coffee and began dumping as much sugar and cream as it could hold before haphazardly mixing it and downing it. "Alright guys im wired now we need to take a minute and search this place...thoroughly there is more going on here then we first thought and the ceiling gremlin confirms it." Headphones then begins to search high and low throughout the elevator. <FaroresVault> "Blimey it works," could be heard, if muffled, through the speakers. "Oi this is some bullshit PR's making us do innit?" Frankly, she assumed they knew. "What do you think?" she asked Etch, nodding at the number " Other than it belongs back up someones arse." <Koukaiju> Brassiere let out a pretty loud laugh. Sorry elevator crew, she's not laughing at your misery, she's laughing at gutter jokes. <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie passed around the room drinking her coffee. "There has to be something that we're missing. Something obvious. But what?" she thought as she took another sip. Maybe the caffeine would give her some ideas. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow. "Did she just say PR?" Mous replied, before casting a nervous glance around the elevator. "Okay, I had nothing to do with this, if this was PR, I was left out of the loop on this." She pondered the "2" for a moment, glancing around for a moment, before spotting the floor buttons. Quirking an eyebrow, she decided to give it a shot, pressing the number two. <Dottieverse> Etch kinda shrugged, “W-well i would h-have suggested pressing the elevator number b-but they a-already did so n-no need to really” he really didn’t have much to say relating to all this, everybody was doing fine, he didn’t really need to give any input at this point. <FaroresVault> As the 2 was hit that big, stupid, random rectangular panel slid up. It showed two keys - probably for the two keyholes under the floor number panel - hung there. Pity it was behind something transparent...but the mechanics were visible. It was gonna lift somehow. <FaroresVault> Laughing, Lun raised a brow at Mous. "Maybe they're hazing you. You really don't know?" <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones feels around the walls and slowly makes his way to the flooring. "Alright call it a hunch but I think something is under this carpeting." He pulls out his bisento to tear a hole in the carpeting before grabbing hold and peeling it back. <FaroresVault> Under the carpet are five envelopes. <theprophetgamer> PR, of course. Mantle rolled her eyes as the hot liquid raced down her gullet. What won't those giant children do for 'morale' or 'looking good'? And she should know about giant children, one lives in her head. She sees the panel pop up with more BS because PR. Tempting as it is to try and punch out the transparent barrier, she withheld. Despite the approach, this is something pre-planned to make them better in the long run, asinine as it is. <Koukaiju> Brassiere got into the donut bag, finally, pulling out a boston creme and going to town on it. Of course someone was going to fall back and let everyone else do the work--that wasn't her, mind you. Great, lovely. There seemed to be progress however inside!! Lovely. She loomed over the mic. "What's up in there? Did you guys find something?" <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones grabs the set of envelopes. "Ok everyone take one and open them up." He holds them all out. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous glanced over to the open panel, until Lun's laughter caught her attention. She glanced up to her, quirking an eyebrow, stumbling a bit as she stepped over the carpet as Headphones tore it up. "Don't know what?" <FaroresVault> Quivering and beaming, she looked at all of them. "Maybe DD is being particularly sweet to you - figuring there's a priority to your safety..." she shrugged, letting her arm hang down "Chap had all of your paycheques held ransom until this is complete...Except for you." Lun scratched her nose "They have the keys to your Storage and have your Ashton Moron? Whatever it is. That fancy car you fawn over." <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous blinked for a moment, her gaze slowly drifting away from Lun to nowhere in particular, the critic shakily sitting down on the floor, not saying a word for a moment. It seemed Mous had gone into shock. <SuperSaiyan5100> "What the hell?" Bowtie asked as she circled around the clear box. "How do we get inside?" This was certainly the weirdest elevator that she'd ever been in. Lun popped in again and she over heard about the situation with Mous's car. She seemed a little traumatized. <Koukaiju> Bra took another bite of her donut. What was wrong? anyway even without audio this seemed to be pretty entertaining. You dick. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones papped Mous on the head with the set of envelopes. "Hey this is no time to go into shock we still have to get out of here you can curl up after we reach a floor." He paps here again. "Sides if you give up you cant see your stuff again and if that's the case someone else will get it." <theprophetgamer> It may seem like a bad thing to say, but this was good. Mantle can handle someone going into shock. She dropped down next to Mous, giving her a gentle shake. "Stay with me, that's an order. Your thing will be fine, and if it's mishandled in any way, I'll turn a blind eye while you mete it out. Just this once, though." Wait, is..is that some form of actual GENUINE compassion buried under those words? Wow, the music must be getting to her. <Ever-So-Nitro> It seemed getting close to Mous was not the way to go about rousing her, as she instantly snatched Headphones' collar, and dragged his face in close. "If anything, ANYTHING, happens to my car, or anything in my storage units, I am holding everyone in this elevator personally responsible," She said, with the sort of quiet fury that came with having one's entire life being held for ransom. "Let me impress upon you that this is millions of dollar's worth of irreplaceable pieces of film history on the line. And I am SEVERELY understating its value." As she felt Mantle's hand on her, she gave a sigh, and took one of the envelopes, before opening it up and pulling out... "Is this some kind of joke?" She asked, holding the honey label. "Why is there trash in here?" <FaroresVault> "Don't talk about her that way." Lun hissed, offended. <SenseiDezzy> At the mention of pay checks made Pendant jerk a little. Why was she being punished? She did her job well. Anyone that tried to make an appointment with the Mistress would have it scheduled on Feburary 33. No money meant that she couldn’t buy her expensive ass jewelry and threads. “ A fate worse than dead. Bankruptcy.” This was a new level of despair for even Pendant. Still she sliced open the envelope to find… money? MONEY!! MO- oh its fake. She tossed the monopoly aside and read outloud the address. “478 Posterior Boulevard.” <Gentlemanlyman> "Hey then you gotta work hard to get out of here so you can keep what matters most to you intact right? You gotta keep that fighting spirit going to get your stuff back" He laughs a little as she lets go and holds out the rest of the envelopes save for one which he opens with his free hand and inspects it. "Mines uh door to an office?" <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie opened the envelope. She pulled out a picture of the entrance to Research and the word EXIT written in red marker on it. “Hmm….” she said as she looked over the picture. “Research? Exit? What?” This must be a clue (obviously). <Ever-So-Nitro> "We should show everything to the camera," Mous noted, before standing and showing the label to the camera. "Whomever's on the other side might be able to make better sense of things." <theprophetgamer> Oh! The old dog has been ruffled. The day just got better! Following suit, Mantle grabbed an envelope, opened it, and shared its contents. Another photo. "Hm. It's the parking lot outside. I think that's the crosswalk I used to get here. Ok, who has a car?" Way to just rub salt into the wound, amazon. <FaroresVault> "What the fuck are we supposed to do with that, Frenchie?" Bustier probably forgot the mic was on. Which is to say, definitely. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous, of course, was not exactly happy about that comment, glaring hard at the camera. She took out her phone, and began rapidly typing on it, before holding it up to the camera. "Need I remind you that I'm the one stuck in here, AND I have far more at stake than anyone here? Kindly mind your fucking manners." <SuperSaiyan5100> "Here let me try mine" Bowtie said as she shoved Mous out of the way. She held up he photo to the camera. Maybe they could us this one. She aggressively pointed to the image and the exit written on it. This HAD to mean something to someone. <Koukaiju> "And what are we supposed to do with an exit? arent you all in an elevator?" Bra looked at her tablet again. "These floorplans might be more more fucky than a duck's vagina." <FaroresVault> Oh that was cute. "Sorry," she said, a little too sweet "me nan didn't let me go to finishing school....Isn't that a Research hall? Do you have others?" <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones slowly holds his photo up to the camera. "If this is some sort of office there might be a clue or key or something hidden in it." He pokes the paper twice and mouths the word 'important' <SenseiDezzy> On her tippy toes Pendant showed the address to the camera/ “S-s-sorry m-m-miss Mousquetaire! W-w-e’ll get you out i-i-i-I p-p-pp-p-pppppPROMISE!!” Having shouted out his last bit he cleared his throat Diadema then looked at all the clues presented. “ Why’s parent’s ad-d-ddress on th-there…?" <theprophetgamer> With the others having thrown their respective photos up to the electro-eye, Mantle follows suit, using her height to literally stuff the thing right into the frame before actually being /smart/ and pulling it back enough(hopefully) for the others to see. She holds the picture with both hands, one finger blatantly pointing at the crosswalk. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous looked over her honey label, flipping it over, thinking there might be some writing on the back. What she found, however, was a coupon for free honey. Against all the photos and and addresses, it seemed to stick out a bit... <FaroresVault> Mantle, being Mantle, Lun had never quite found to be a....ah...candid or pleasant figure. She soon became the target for dead moths from the elevator ceiling. Outside, Bustier huffed. "I bet we have to go there...Or...get a hold of them? How far is it?" she looked to DD. <theprophetgamer> Feeling something lightly fal on her head elicited Mantle to look up, only to be greeted by a kiss from a corpse; A bug corpse. Then another. Then several more. Then a large one the size of your palm that bounced off her nose. She picked this one up for inspection, staring at it before looking up at Lununa. The action seemed to trigger an auto-response of tearing the large bug clean in half. "Be thankful you're not a lower rank..." <FaroresVault> All Mantle managed to elicit was wild laughter. "You're so easy to control!" <theprophetgamer> "Of course I am! I'm a soldier, it's what I was trained for!" Sweetie. dear beefcake daughter, please stop. You're shaking the hive and the bees are laughing at you. <SenseiDezzy> “They l-l-live all the way o-o-out in excelcior st-t-tates….,” and he doubted the task would have them traverse all the way there so he took a big gulp, tapped his house number, and not even letting the dial ring a loud, very fucking loud Latino’s voice could be heard shouting “¡¡MIJO!!”. DD hushed a hello back to him, let his father ramble on questions of how DD was doing and PC was treating him right to which the small boy all answered positively. Once he was able to bring his father up to speed on the situation and got his fathers advice he hung up with a relieved sigh. “ Research last.” <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous grimaced a bit as the moths drifted down, stepping away from Mantle and glancing up toward Lunula. As she spied the honey stick sticking out of her mouth, things clicked into place, and the critic held the label in plain view. "Miss Lunula?" Mous said to get her attention. "I've got a coupon here you might be interested in, I'll give it to you if you help us out, alright?" <FaroresVault> Bustier clapped "Fantastic! That means absolutely fucking nothing!" She clapped Bra n the back "Ya frappe didn't work girlie.....Okay...I'll uh. I'm going to go look at that crosswalk. Do either of you know which research hall the other's in? Or that blasted door?" <Koukaiju> Bra jolted awake, just momentarily, before the grips of sleep took her again. poor lass. <FaroresVault> "Bet she'd wake up if I took her fancy duds." By duds, she meant computer. But hey, technicalities. <Koukaiju> A mumble. "Don't. you dare." <FaroresVault> Lun had been squeezing the bottom of the tube to get what was left as Mous addressed her, and she peered down....That was not the best brand. She was pretty finicky...but...she wiggled a hand at it anyway, wanting to read it first. That bottle was 0 cost and totally free. Her consideration was clearly being weighed here - on one hand, she was not benefiting by this at all...on the other, free honey...."I'll take your bribe, someone go pry off that wall panel," she pointed to the wall across from the door. <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones listening to the ceiling gremlins request pulled out his bisento once again to use it like a crowbar and pry the panel off the door. With a bit of force and effort the panel popped off. <Ever-So-Nitro> "A pleasure doing business with you," Mous replied, before handing the label over. <FaroresVault> Neat! You found a button. <SenseiDezzy> DD felt small sting from Bustiers comment, but now wasn’t the time for that inferiority complex to wear him down. After all he promised Ms. Mousquetaire and the others safety and by gosh darn golly time to put on the big boy skirt. “I’m n-nnot sure, but it shouldn’t be too hard with the door labeled exit! Th-the not said to leave it last so… I’ll take DJ’s office s-s-since I know where it is.” He then made a hustle to the enforcer’s office. <SuperSaiyan5100> "Hey look, It's a button" Bowtie said. "I guess i should press it." Reaching her hand out she pressed down on that button preparing for the worst but hoping for the best. <FaroresVault> Bra's poor ears were just assaulted by microphone feedback. <FaroresVault> Bustier had wandered out, patting Bra's head "Mind the youngins." she joked taking a gulp of the fresh air and glancing about "A crosswalk...." she sort of...kind of...didn't know where she was going at all. Time to walk. <Koukaiju> Bra was startled, falling onto the floor, yelling expletives. <SuperSaiyan5100> "It must have done something" Bowtie said. "Hey, can you guys hear us?" she asked looking into the camera. She really hoped it worked. <Koukaiju> Brassiere got up and clutched the mic. "Yeah, we can, actually!! Everyone okay? Nobody killed anyone else yet?" <Ever-So-Nitro> "Thankfully," Mous replied. "So, did those pictures do anything for you?" <theprophetgamer> "Yet." Mantle looks at the ceiling. Those darn honey leeches are in season, it seems... <Koukaiju> She scratched her head. "I think I started dozing off then, but if it's any indication, my groupmates have left, I'm ASSUMING to check on the locations." <Gentlemanlyman> "Luckily no one has killed anyone yet. But I give it another 10 minutes until one of us gets ripped in half." Headphones accidentally leans on the button. <SuperSaiyan5100> "Not physically anyway" Bowtie said as she looked at Mous. That was a thing. <FaroresVault> "Prove this was not deliberately left for me, Mantle." Lun smiled. A large, toothy smile. It showed every last one of the particularly sharp teeth. <SenseiDezzy> Sadly, the walls of this prison has yet to be bathed in shades of crimson…. Yet.” Pendant eyed Mous and Mantle. If there was going to be bloodshed it be by the hands of those two. <Koukaiju> "Ladies, ladies, please, no quarreling, that's not very sugoi," she hissed under her breath, gently, because that was something she seems to have picked up from her boss. <theprophetgamer> "Perhaps the same person who knew where we were before we started this charade may have had a hand in that." She bears an impressive bear trap of her own. <FaroresVault> "Look at that, you have a vocabulary." And with that, she paid attention to the rest of the group. <Koukaiju> She cleared her throat. "Anyway, sadly, I doubt I can be much help here--but things are in motion! Please, don't devolve to too much violence here, lest we all lose paychecks over this." Truth be told, she probably could hack the elevator to work, but would they have gotten stuff out of the safe? Mous probably wouldn't be happy with her in that case. <SenseiDezzy> Returning from his trip to Uncle Dj’s house he brought back with him, not an answer, but a question. It confused him, but perhaps the others in the elevator knew, “Ah… I’m not sure if this is helpful… b-but d-d-do any of y-y-you know what year Belt ‘Muh-muh-muh-h-hammad’ Al-l-li’s career s-s-start?” <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones scratches his head and ponders for a minutes. "Muhammad Ali, didn't he get his first belt back in 1964? I remember my dad talking about it once a long time ago and how his grandfather won a lot of money off of it." <FaroresVault> "Maybe you should take notes, Bra!" Lun smiled at the camera. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous glanced up toward the camera again at Diadema's stuttering voice, quirking an eyebrow. "Muhammad Ali?" she repeated, being sure she heard correctly through his stutter. "If I remember correctly, his career started in 1960." She gave a smile. "I was there for that fight, actually, six round decision against Hunsaker." From there, Mous was lost in her reminiscing, but they had their answer at least. <SuperSaiyan5100> "Well I'm glad someone knew because I sure as hell didn't" Bowtie said. She wasn't into fighting, or sports in general for that matter. <theprophetgamer> Maybe Lun's comment on hazing Mous wasn't too far off, the girl was sure getting attention. Almost makes Mantle want to say something to Sweetheart and Chap, but...maybe not. <Koukaiju> "I'm on it, please, hold your hellhorses," She started tapping at the tablet furiously--okay something about 1960 and Ali...... <FaroresVault> Bustier sauntered in, repeating something to herself. It'd been a good half hour "OI" she shouted from the doorways, eventually getting close-ish to the mic "There was some garbage written on the parking spot." <theprophetgamer> Finally. "What did you find?" The way this is playing out, someone on this end might have the answer. <Koukaiju> Bra turned around, offering a small wave. "Yeah, what kind of garbage we talkin?" <FaroresVault> "I found some literal garbage on a parking spot." Bustier rolled her eyes. She'd imitate her nan for this one "What's the best time to schedule a meeting?" it says, like that has to do with anything. <Koukaiju> "I wonder if the 1960 has anything to do with it? Either way, wow, way to litter pr," She huffed. <FaroresVault> Bustier shook her head "Naw, I mean chalk writing. But it's still rubbish if you ask me." <SenseiDezzy> "Perhaps it is a commentary on the way man is a slave to its company. the parking space representing the recipient and the message being a branding from the cooperate leader". Pendant added. <Koukaiju> "Now why would they put that on the--OH!!" she started plugging in more numbers, the times the meetings were scheduled, of COURSE, how foolish was she today. <SenseiDezzy> With Bustier and Bra at work Diadema set out for the last and final task, and that was to find the labeled research door. He hastily made his way through the halls till he reached his destination and found the door. Still mindful of his manners, he gave it a few friendly knocks before entering. <Koukaiju> "Okay so---guys, I found some sort of thing in the security coding or something here, the 1960 was the pass answer, now it wants two more answers--what's the definition of bpm, and why moderation is important with magic.....," She started tapping more, trying to figure out if there was a way to get her software to run around the codes (you know, just in case). <SenseiDezzy> What a an ODD day this was for him. Upon returning he held a remote in hand. Panting a little from exhaustion of field day its been. “Th-there was a m-m-maze ins-s-side research? I was like a mouse being guided by the v-v-voice in the w-w-walkie t-t-alk-k-kkkkie?” He then placed te remote on the table. “ at the end of it I fff…fffffffff-,” FUCK. He just pointed to the remote instead. “ That <FaroresVault> [[pls note there was a massive summarization of a huge part of this RP due to time constraints, which is shown in DDs post.]] <SuperSaiyan5100> "Moderation in magic is important so you don't tire yourself out? And BPM is beats per minute. It's the tempo of a piece of music." Bowtie said from the elevator. She hoped they were the right answers or were helpful in fixing this whole mess. <Koukaiju> "Beats per minute sounds about right...," more typing. lots of backspacing. Tablet keyboards were a bitch. <Koukaiju> She input both anyway, just to be safe... <Gentlemanlyman> "How it lookin on your end wiz kid i'm starting to get a tiny bit antsy in this tight space." Headphones says as he taps his foot rhythmically. <FaroresVault> [[This is about where the time skip would have taken place, the elevator dropping down in to research and each character having a maze portion to do. This was to t ake an hour or so. As such, we are now on completion.]] <FaroresVault> As DD returned, the elevator crept back upstairs. Its inhabitants likely tired - some of that activity had been more than a little strenuous...well, except for Mantle, maybe. Upon landing, the plate covering the keys slid open. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous jumped a bit as the elevator began to move again, giving a sigh of relief. Finally, this whole ordeal could wrap up. Mous, obviously antsy to get her own keys back, took the keys from the panel, and inserted them into the keyholes below the number panel, giving them a turn. <FaroresVault> A small party noise rung, and some confetti flew out. Hooray! Absolutely nothing happened! <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones holds his hands out and lets some of the confetti fall into his hands. "Say what you want but almost any situation can be made better with confetti." <SenseiDezzy> Diadema pushed the remote button, " please work...". <FaroresVault> The elevator doors creaked open - finally, you escaped the confines. <FaroresVault> Bustier peeked under the table "I hope some of you have keys," she said, looking back to the group "This thing needs one." <Gentlemanlyman> "What kind of keys?" Headphones asks as he is about to put his namesake back on. <FaroresVault> With a confused expression, she shrugged "Keys? Like....your front door." <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous grimaced a bit at the confetti, before pulling the keys out of the holes, eager to get out of the elevator and groaning as she was able to move freely again. "Will either of these work?" She asked, approaching and handing them over. <theprophetgamer> After some needed leg stretching, she had been standing for quite a while, Mantle grabs a key and made sure was the first to exit the elevator. Juuust in case PR had something else up their bottomless sleeves, like a confetti cannon or something, she would hopefully take the brunt of it. These folks had enough for a pre-weekend. Upon hearing Bustier's words, Mantle tossed her the one she had. <SuperSaiyan5100> "I assume the keys in that box" Bowtie answered as she too stepped out of that god forsaken elevator. She wasn't all there right now. She really just wanted to do one thing: sleep. <FaroresVault> Bustier took the keys passed to her and tried one to no avail - it was a little small for this. The other, however, worked. Placing named envelopes on the table, she also listed a small metal box, which she unlocked with the other key....it, too, was full of keys. Notably, one particularly notable car key, and a small note. "I take it that one's Mous'..."Bustier shrugged, peeling her envelope open. It was awfully thick for a cheque. eyes widening, she pulled out a wad of cash and immediately began counting it. Five grand. <Ever-So-Nitro> Mous hastily retrieved her keys (perhaps a bit over-eagerly, not even bothering to thank Bustier), before looking over the note curiously. She was still fairly upset about her things being held hostage, but at least it was over. Hopefully. <SenseiDezzy> “This whole ordeal was reminiscent of that of a corpse in its tomb. The small confides of the elevator representing the walls of a coffin, but, hark, it was not out time yet. For there are still greener pastures to be unlocked .” Greener pastures to be unlocked of course meant getting her damn money. That poetically said Pendant would have herself cremated if she ever met an end. Taking the envelope her eyes widened a hardly noticeable pixel’s length at the amount. “The grass truly is greener on the other side…” / DD cheered up as the people began to file out of the elevator, “ We did it! You’re all alright!” He then paused, “ Y-y-ou are alright, y-yes?” <Gentlemanlyman> Headphones tore open his envelope. "Awesome a bonus now I can replace that computer that caught fire and buy some gems to do a test with I think I am gonna try rubies this time they make the cooler sound." He stuffs the check in his pocket. <theprophetgamer>  Mantle tears her envelope open with her teeth because she can, finding the same amount as the others on the inside, along with her standard pay. "Good. I owe Tiara a dinner date, this will do nicely." Now a slong as a certain someone doesn't get blood on her car, this day will conclude as a decent one. <Ever-So-Nitro> "Well, if that's everything then, I'm off to make sure nobody scuffed my car," Mous replied, giving a slightly curt backwards wave to everyone in the lobby. If anyone so much as breathed on her car wrong, there'd be hell to pay, she was in no mood for any more nonsense. <SuperSaiyan5100> Bowtie opened her envelope up and pulled out a good amount of money. This will make today feel a whole lot better. <Gentlemanlyman> "Yea time to go work on my new playlist thanks for saving my ass guys." He waves and pats DD on the head as he leaves. "Thanks for the concern." <SenseiDezzy> DD smiled as Headphones pat his head and as some people seemed content with their wads of cash. He guessed money COULD buy happiness after all.... that and a shit load of new dresses and ribbons.

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Summer Festival - Intro RP

Continuation forum thread

16:37:48<FaroresVault> A bright summer's day was what greeted the residents of NDC, with a bold sky and spattered clouds, and the gift of a cool occasional breeze to ward off the humid heat of the southern California coast. A typical July, but beautiful nonetheless, the elaborate city skyline sparkling under the sun’s rays and lending something of a stained glass appearance to the city, certain areas even having the streets reflect the lights of the tinted windows. Colour was important to New Daten’s infrastructure, and it’s execution flawless. Local architects knew exactly what they were doing. And the bright colour of the city betrayed the building energy found within – the yearly summer festival was coming, a well-loved attraction of the city denizens and tourist types alike, filled with music, games (some even city wide, harkening back to “better days” for those immortals who remained in the area), open markets and general joviality. Over the last few days a large group of planes had flown in to the city, one of which containing a pair of demons with similar interests. One well acquainted to the area, one less so, but just as eager to step foot into it. Both had been given a couple days to settle in to the area, of course, but these were PR heads. Of course they wouldn’t simply relax when there was this much buildup. So with collaboration, a small HQ event had come to be, both to kick off the summer festival and to acquaint the new head. One was mostly here to assist with integration if necessary, but also to dig their claws in to the local festival – this year was gonna be good. But for now, it was time for the demons and any local humans to enjoy themselves – with invitation of course, though these weren’t hard to come by – and to perhaps get some socializing in. The courtyard which was rented was large, holding a fountain (that yes, you were allowed in to), a couple specially invited vendors, and live music hosted by none other than a well beloved local station. Panic had kindly donated their night show host (because who needs sleep? Besides, he wanted the show), so at the very least there would be some nice beats. Maybe Ruban could help? Either way, the HQ provided transport had begun to arrive just as the DJ setup was being completed, the low buzz of summer now dulled by the hum of vehicles and the muffled voices within.

16:49:17<Ever-So-Nitro> Mousquetaire had been looking to the summer festival, much like many of the city's citizens had. Of course, this would be her first one since coming to the city, so she wasn't quite sure what to expect. She'd heard that it was always fabulous, of course, and she'd expect no less from New Daten City. It was coming close to a year since she'd arrived, and she'd seen so much of the city, and even some of the outer limits. Needless to say, she was impressed.

16:55:58<GeneralLeonhart>Like any major event, the Potentate was bound to be involved. So it was no surprise that she could be found somewhere around the fountain. For the moment though, she worked on resolving any last minute issues. They always had a habit of popping up no matter how well they planned. Focused on her cellphone, she'd sit down at the fountain and confirm that every flight had arrived on time. Beret on the other hand would focus on socializing. Anytime someone new was scheduled to arrive, it was in his benefit to say hello. Chapeau had even mentioned the a new head of PR, interesting. But he'd have to wait until people started to arrive before getting started.

17:02:34<theprophetgamer>Ah, this was a treat. A relaxing Cali day, the start of the summer festival, the soothing presence of a fountain, and yet another comeuppance for Trusty Jack. Apparently he had made something of an impression on the Potentate, and who could blame her? He ran a successful business that was a boon to many of Daten's citizens, despite the occasional 'negative review'. Although maybe it was his ingenuity in dealing with said bad press that got him into her PR department. He chuckles at his own thoughts. Honestly he didn't care how he got the job; it was a paying job, at the end of the day that was what mattered. Sitting his briefcase on the eddge of the fountain, he pulled a coin out of his suit's breast pocket and flicked into the fountain. It made a soft 'plup' as it hit the bubbling water, almost blending in with the rest of the noise going on at the moment. Seeing Chapeau sitting on the fountain's other side, he adjusted his tie, grabbed his case, and smoothly walked over. Not a bad idea to let her know he arrived without issue, it's never too late to start brown-nosing. "You picked the perfect day for such an auspicious event, my lady."

17:03:46<Ever-So-Nitro> Of course, that wasn't all she was looking forward to. She, along with her colleagues, had been informed that the new Public Relations heads were coming in. Given that she herself had come into the PR division somewhat recently, it would behoove her to make nice with them. As the limo pulled up to the courtyard, Mous carefully climbed out, stretching a bit and making her way into the courtyard, taking a moment to admire the fountain.

17:18:39<SenseiDezzy> If there was one thing the Rojo family could enjoy together it was the summer festival whether it be an opportune time to socialize for Chaleco, the games for Diadema, or for Pencil to admire effort put into said event there was something for everybody here. Though Chaleco had switched departments, he still wanted to at least meet the new head. Once they had arrived via the limo Chapeau always seemed to graciously provide one could probably take note of the new additions to their family. Chaleco would step out fit, holding the door open for the others to step out. Once Pencil was out she browsed around the courtyard before she came up to Mous, a colleague of hers that she was familiar with through their little get togethers at her place to appreciate the eastern arts ( but mostly wine and gossip). She greeted her with a smile “You’re in for a treat today, Cerise.”

17:26:26<Dottieverse> Etch wasn't sure what he was going to expect from the festival, it was something very new to him, he had never been to anything of the sorts mostly because he was too scared too, and this time would be no different, he was extremely nervous, and couldn't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong, and he originally planned on staying home for this one, but he didn't want to be the odd one out of the Rojo household, so he reluctantly followed along with the rest of his new family. He wasn't planning on doing much while there, he figured he could just stick to the side lines and out of the action, maybe look at the ants, or the clouds, whatever worked, just something to pass the time. As the family arrived he hopped his way out of the limo and on to the ground his boots making a soft little thump as he stepped out, and looked around the festival, it was…. intimidating, a fair amount of people were there and he could already imagine all the things that could go wrong, but he shook off the feeling, zipped up his sweater as far as it would go, and moved his way out of people's way, probably looking for a bench to sit on or something of the likes, if he couldnt find one the ground works just the same.

<Ever-So-Nitro> Mous turned as she felt someone approaching, smiling as her good friend and gossip-mate Pencil came up to her. "I certainly hope so," she replied, nodding gently in greeting. "I've heard quite a bit about Daten's summer festival, though I think I'm more anxious about meeting the new PR heads." She admitted. "I hope I can make a decent first impression," she added in a slightly hushed tone.

<GeneralLeonhart> With the limos arriving, Beret would shoot Chapeau a quick look signaling that he was going to go mingle. She'd nod back and follow suite after a final message to her head of PR. She'd let her subordinates interact though while she went for a snack at the nearby vendors. Beret had begun to examine the rest of the Rojo family, particularly the parents of DD. How could such a cinnamon bun be produced from so much sin.

<Eevelion> Waiting till after Chaleco had opened the limo door, Robe would flutter out then offer Chaleco a “Thank you, Mr. Chaleco!” At first she’d take stock of the decorations, very nice! Hopefully she’d get to meet the person who put this on. She’d stick with her new adoptive family to start, she could maybe go off and have fun on her own later. Taking note that Etch seemed to be a bit distracted, she’d poke him in the kidney “What’s wrong Mr. Etch? This is neat, you can probably have a lot of fun here but not if you’re going to just mope.”

<Koukaiju> On two ends, two totally different sets of occurrences would occur-- One, a figure in large sunglasses and a full head wrap agitatedly prodding at their phone. Horns were visible beneath the tight binds, indicating a demon--and the arrangement would suggest none other than Necktie. As this was neither Fuhaicon or related to the club scene--at least, not yet--this wasn't his exact jurisdiction, but all in the same he was still worried and checking up on a few of the newer artists that were under his patronage that were working on the decor. Like hell if he was going to give a bad first impression to his new boss...start off on the wrong foot? Not risking it. Not risking it at all. Meanwhile, a particular white-haired individual stepped out of her own limo, chin up and the valets treating her with a fair amount of indtimidation. Why the fuck was Domino Mask here anyway? Well, the immortals probably damn well knew, the mortals didn't, probably. Regardless, her dear father's sibling requested her presence here, and she couldn't refuse a request from family, no? She'd adjust the lapels of her suit, sigh, and walk forward, the slight movement of automated joints moving alongside the clack of shoes against flooring.

<SenseiDezzy> “He’s just a little nervous is all, Princeass.” Chaleco gave each of his smolls, minus Pencil, a coin so that they could throw it in the fountain and make a wish. Upon noticing how nervous Etch was he crouched down to his level and gave him a reassuring pat/rub on the back, “I know you’re nervous, but today is about having fun. So try to make the best of it,” his tone was low and gentle, fatherly even. “If you feel like you’re not having fun come find me and I’ll take you home.” That went for Diadema as well, seeing as he shared a similar timid nature as Etch. Though today he seemed more cheerful and open than normal. Something in the air perhaps? “ We sh-sh-should go make out w-wishes together!” He took the coin and merrily strode his way to the fountain, waiting till the other two to follow so they could make their wishes together. Pencil gave Mous a gentle bump to the side, “You’ll do fine, darling. If you can handle on PR agent then you can handle them all.” She flipped a coin into the fountain. “Just not all at once maybe.” PR were the social butterflies of HQ so they could be a handful.

<theprophetgamer> “Some of us more than others." Jack gave a throaty chuckle at Pencil's comments. "Can't relate to the public if your a shut-in, after all! Op." He held up a hand, "My apologies, I haven't introduced myself yet. Most people just call me "Trusty" Jack. " He smiled a sharp smile as he clicked his namesakes together into a quasi-formal bow, glancing between the small family of demons in front of him. "Ever at your services." Heh, nice touch.

<vividExplorer> It wasn't long before a black limo made an appearance, the usual way of transportation thanks to Chap, but this one was special. Soft laughter could be heard from the cab as the doors opened to let out its passengers. A small, curvy, Purple woman stepped out first. "Now imagine bringing a date home and having your mother hit on them, but times it by four." She laughed, turning her attention to the beautiful plaza. She had seen pictures of Daten but being there and looking at a picture are two very different things. She suppressed a squeal, this was all so exciting. she was new PR HEAD! stepping out of the limo was like it was official. She could cry, but she didn't want her makeup to run. No time for tears though there's people to see! "Hello Loves! Sweetheart has arrived!! I'ts wonderful to be here." she said loud enough for most to hear. Finishing with a little twirl and giggled. All the while making sure to step aside for the energetic Bazillion in the cab that was sure to make xeir own introduction.

<Ever-So-Nitro> "Well, here's hoping," Mous replied, retrieving a coin herself and idly flipping it into the fountain. She glanced over at the gaggle of smolls milling around Chaleco, and chuckled lightly. "I see you brought the whole family out with you," Mous commented. "Everything alright at home? I'd imagine things are a bit more lively with everyone moved in." She turned to Jack and gave a polite nod, as well as a "Mousquetaire Cerise," though her attention was swiftly diverted by the arrival of none other than her new superior. She certainly had presence, that much was certain. And she seemed a sociable sort (though that was probably why she was the head of Public Relations). This might just go over rather smoothly.

<GeneralLeonhart> "Fuckin' Good shit" said Chapeau upon seeing Sweetheart in person. It was always great when the PR head had the appearance to match the personality. But since this was a big event, she might as well let PR mingle with everyone else. Since the heads would have their own meeting later anyway. Chapeau with snack in hand decided to seek out someone new to her, which in this case included quite a few people. "Is that a robot?" She questioned, the outward appearance of Domino standing out to her.

<FaroresVault> Behind Sweetheart's entrance was a flowery and excited laugh "É mesmo???" came in her wake, and surprisingly for the person behind her, xey waited as she finished her entrance, slinking out behind her nimble as a cat. For now, a grand entrance wasn't necessary - this was her show, xe was just the support for her. Fluffing up the back of xyr uniform, Yuri adjusted the tie which kept xyr hair back, whipping one hand down and pointing straight at Chaleco "AIE, GRINGO." xe laughed, then addressed anyone looking towards xem "Olá! Meu nome é Yuri, PR Head for Rio de Janeiro, and temporary assistant for the lindo, maravilhoso, Senhorita Sweetheart." xey waved to her with a bright and excited smile, giving xyr body a little excited shake as xey did, the gemstones adorning xyr horns and ears glimmering in the warm sunlight. Placng a gentle hand on her lower back, Yuri gave Sweetheart a gentle push towards the crowd "Go work your magc!" xey whispered with a wink, more than pleased that the DJ had serendipitously begun to work his own magic. Nothing better to set a mood than music, no?

<Koukaiju> Domino heard that, she definitely heard that. She gave an incredibly precise turn on her heel in Chapeau's direction, her mouth opening into a large, smarmy grin. She let it hold for an instant before dropping downward into an elegant bow, looking like a ballerina in a tuxedo. With a sparkloid core plainly visible on her chest. She vaguely noted the presence of a voice she hadn't heard in years---ah. Necktie raised his head at the entrance of more limos, the time on his phone telling him the PR head was very much here--a look upward would indicate that--woah, was that his first boss' sibling? Incredible. A glance over would indicate that--oh god that's Domino who fucking let the fucking anti-demon robot in here. Fear seeped into Necktie's body, but he steeled himself and a large, fake grin was plastered on beneath the headwrap. He'd endure.

<Dottieverse> Etch took reassurance in Chaleco answering Robe for him, “y-yeah, im uh, just a little nervous… thats all” He definitely wasn't upset in any way, just nervous. He nodded in reply to Chaleco comforting him, he was happy he wanted to make sure he had a good time, it was nice, and it made him feel at ease knowing if things went bad for him he could always go to Chaleco “Thank you… it means a lot”. He took the coin in hand and looked at it for a moment, inspecting the design on it slightly, before following along to go make a wish as Diadema had suggested “I uh, I think a wish is a great idea~”, though he had no idea what he wanted really, mostly just for this day to go by smoothly. He hopped his way over to where Diadema had stopped by the fountain waiting for Robe to join the them, now all he had to do was think of something to wish for.

<GeneralLeonhart> "At least your hearing isn't bad" And at least they had been programmed with manners. But Chapeau couldn't say she recognized Domino. One thing was for sure though, it wasn't any robot she imported. "If you are interested, come over here I want to get a good look." Maybe figure out why Domino would even be interested in such an event. Beret had also locked onto a person on interest himself. Since Chaleco was busy, the next parent of DD would also suffice. It'd be nice to know the parents of the young concubi he tutors. Plus maybe even thank them for such a gift to the species.

<Eevelion> Robe pouted, Chaleco had done such a better job comforting Etch than she had, oh well, at least he was feeling a little better now. She took the coin she was being handed with a “Thank you again, Mr. Chaleco!” then flitted over to the fountain, stopping next to her siblings. Balancing the coin on her thumb she asked them “Are you two ready?” giving them their moment to prepare before flinging the tender in the water, she thought to herself “I wish that this whole family thing will work out well.”

<Koukaiju> With a few languid strides she'd close space with Chapeau, her body language more akin to a rival buck ready to headbutt a fucker for a mate. While she was certainly not...fond of demon systems she'd do her best to be properly...polite. She wasn't a fucking animal, her AI was sophisticated enough to know when to not pick a fight. "Mistress," the voice was....probably what a v44 sparkloid would sound like, generally, impossible to peg in terms of gender coding, with all the lilt vocal synthesizers had when they tried to do Speaking English. A hand gingerly cupped her elbow, the hand it was connected to gently resting on her lipform.

<theprophetgamer> Jack made note of Mous's name, could come in handy sometime. And then the show arrived in truly spectacular fashion. Wouldn't expect anything less from the head of PR. And what a lovely lively person indeed; a perk of the job, as it were! And this literal ball of energy that came out after Sweetheart. There was something about this Yuri, something that made Jack feel happy just to be in xyr presence....odd. Ah well, mysteries for later. For now he hangs back, slowly mingling with the crowd.

<SenseiDezzy> Pencil didn’t her jack shit as far as she was concerned. It wasn’t her department to entertain the masses and humans aught to know their place. She didn’t turn away from Mous and kept her smile, “ Everything at home. In the process of getting the new ones settled in.” She then noticed that the cheerful purple PR head had finally appeared along with company. “Theres the new PR head, go talk to her!” She said, making a gesture for her to scoot and impress her new boss. Diadema nodded with a smile, “Mmhmm!” He pondered for a few moments what he should wish for, but soon as Jack ‘introduced’ himself to his mother he whispered so that only Robe and Etch would hear, “ I wish that my mom won’t kill anyone today.” Hot dog hot dog hot diggty DOG Yuri was here?? “AY PUTO!” He called out to the bird of paradise xemselves.

<Dottieverse> Etch pondered for a moment on what to wish for, there were tons of things he wanted, but he figured hed limit it to just today, he tossed the coin in and thought to himself “I wish everybody has a good time today” that included himself, but more so everybody else, he figured him having fun at a social event was a long shot, but its still worth a shot. He chuckled slightly at Diadema’s wish, “I-I uh… I don't know, that wish seems like a long shot” his voice was soft and quiet, but audible enough for them to hear, he smiled slightly, as far as he knew Pencil was probably already considering it, though he wouldn't name names, but if a certain somebody were here they would probably already be cutting into somebody. He then turned to look at Robe, who had not spoken their wish out loud, neither did he but thats asside the point, “S-so uh, what did you wish for Robe?”

<Ever-So-Nitro> Mous lifted her eyebrows a bit as Pencil urged her forward, glancing between Miss Sweetheart and Pencil. "Really?" She said quietly, "Just go up and..." she sighed a bit. "I'm overthinking this, I should just go introduce myself..." At least she seemed easier to approach than Yuri; good lord xey were like Carnival personified. But, xey were occupied, thankfully. Taking a bit of a breath to steady herself, Mous approached Sweetheart, bowing gently and offering a hand. "Mousquetaire Cerise," she introduced herself. "Please allow me to be the first of Daten's PR Division to welcome you to our city."

<GeneralLeonhart> "Hmm, let me take a guess. Were you originally created for entertainment purposes?" Did someone order a Robot for the party? She didn't need to clear such an order but it would have been nice to be notified about it. Either way, they could always use a bit more help. "Either way, I am Chapeau its a pleasure to meet you..?" Pausing for a curtsey and a chance to let Domino respond. Beret had finally caught up Pencil though now that Mous had left to introduce herself to Sweetheart. "Mrs. Rojo, a moment of your time?"

<FaroresVault> Seeing Mous approach Sweetheart, Yuri gave both a nod and strolled straight up to Chaleco, waving towards Chap and Domino as xey passed. "How you bEEN?" xey hollered, wrapping an arm around xyr friend and yanking them towards the fountain, patting at Chalecos arm and chest

<Koukaiju> "Affirmative. I wasn't invited for entertainment purposes. I'm not here for that reason, however." Domino cast an aside glance in Yuri's general direction before going back to Chapeau. Seems as though the relative was occupado. "I would be a sparkloid model, though you're likely more familiar with the name Domino Mask, yes?"

<Eevelion> Robe laughed at Diadema’s wish “I dunno, it’d be quite a show” she tapped her fingers on the fountain a few times, Etch’s question wasn’t something she really wanted to answer so she deflected it with a “If I tell you, it won’t come true.” She didn’t really mean that though, she didn’t want to invalidate DD’s wish. She looked around for something to do, stopping when her eyes crossed Mr. Chaleco’s peacocking friend, she loved xyr color choices, like a beautiful rainbow. She would fly over to the group and ask “Mr Chaleco, who’s your friend.” She would look up at xyr and state “I like your hair, and your outfit, and the things on your horns and ears and…” trailing off to let them know that they basically loved everything about their sense of style.

<SenseiDezzy> “Hm?” She turned head and it was none other than Beret himself. He had spoken to her politely so she responded with a polite smile, “Oh, hello, Beret. I assume you’re here to ask me how Diadema is doing?” Diadema and Beret had spent some time together a while back when DD first discovered he was bi. “You’re help has been greatly appricated by the way I don’t know what we would of done without you,” She sighed with a soft smile, putting a hand to her chest. She herself hadn’t a clue on what to do and what not to. “ I’ve been fine. HoW’S RIO.” Chaleco said with a cheesy grin and a firm tug to Yuri’s side. “ This is my long time amigo, Robe, Yuri.” He then gave gave Yuri a bump to the xyr side. Diadema tossed another coin in quickly, not saying his wish out loud this time. just to be safe. No fighting on his watch.

<vividExplorer> Sweetheart giggled at Yuri. An interesting character, quite fun to talk to, but her attention isn't on xem right now. Looking around a moment she was making a decision on who to meet first there seemed to be many different kinds of people which will certainly make greeting them all interesting. Sadly she didn't see that familiar blue mop she hoped to greet first when she arrived, she brushed it off though She'll just be even more embarrassing when they arrive, he'll learn his lesson one way or another. You never leave a woman waiting. She was a little surprised when mouse stepped up to her, she was expecting to have to walk around and introduce herself not the other way around. It was a pleasant surprise, as was her mention of being part of her department. Poor thing though she seemed tense, that wouldn't do. Sweetheart flashed a big grin at the other woman, bringing her arms up excitedly. "Why thank you." Brushing Mous's hand away, she instead took another step towards Mous. Placing her hands on either side of the woman's face, she turned it gently as she kissed both cheeks. "Sweetheart Neckline. I'm so happy to be here!" she said with a giggle. American greetings were so... standoff-ish and stiff. As long as they do not feel offence from her affectionate greeting she is not about to alter it.

<GeneralLeonhart> Chap was familiar with Dominoes but not Domino Mask so much. Though she faintly remembered hearing that name a while ago. She was never great with names either, so unfortunately not. "Sadly I am horrible with names, but it sounds familiar. Regardless, any Robo is a welcome find in my city. Sparkloid though? That I am not familar with." People had their own brands and everyone programmed differently, so it was always difficult to keep up with different models. "Ah, I see he borrows his looks from you too. As for how he is doing, I can see he is doing fine. I'm more interested in his parents though. Also as far as the Concubi species is concerned, your son is a great addition. Just thought I should properly thank you for that." Waving off the thanking of his assistance as it was simply part of the Job. He was happy to do it too, considering he may have 'saved' another concubi. Getting in with the wrong crowd could have ruined the poor boy. "You are welcome, It was a pleasure to help. But what about you? Do you have any questions? Concerns?"

<Ever-So-Nitro> Mous, thankfully, wasn't offended in the slightest, rather she was a bit relieved by the greeting. Being French herself, she returned the kisses in kind, lightly pecking Sweetheart's cheeks as she was kissed herself. She could already feel herself relaxing in her presence. "I have to say, it's certainly a pleasure to meet you," she said. "I've been looking forward to meeting our department head for a while, and I look forward to working with you."

<Dottieverse> Etch shrugged, it was fair for Robe to not say her wish, especially since he hadnt said his, but now was not the time to be wishing, he turned himself around to look around the festival, it was all very intimidating, and he wasn't sure what he was supposed to even do, who to talk to, if anybody, he could feel his heart racing at the thought. He put his hand to his chest before calming himself down, counting to ten in his head, it was trick he taught himself to prevent him from panicking. Etch didn't want to bother anybody if they didn't want him to so he figured he would let the others do as they wish, and that he should find something to occupy himself with until he found something more interesting to do, he walked his way over to somewhere to sit, and plopped himself down, examining a nearby ant hill, counting all the little bugs in his head.

<Koukaiju> For the better then that her reputation hadn't met the ears of the demon higher-up. Still, she gave a frustrated sigh. "It's...an old model. I should be obsolete. Thank you, regardless." Well, at least the Potentate didn't really have it out to get her, at least. "I was almost worried I left too much of a name for myself over the past century," A high metallic laugh came out, which then seemed to start bleeding a few layered laughs together from various himidere anime characters. Almost too abruptly she shut her mouth and stared at Chap deadpan. Necktie on the other hand, after chewing out a lower pr member via text for entirely too long trying to keep himself from getting too freaked out, realized the head was already socializing. Well FUCK. He rushed his coattailed ass closer to where Mous and Sweetheart where, jamming his phone into his suit jacket. The decorators could rest easy for a while, no? <FaroresVault> "Rio is good! Very good mano, sim! We are very busy there are a lot of things to do, especially in the journalism departments you know??" xey laughed, pausing at Robe and allowing xyr smile to grow as Chaleco spoke "Ah, valeu, senhorita Robe! You look like a fairy, maybe I can send you some jewelry like mine, sim? What colours you like?" All of them, it seemed, but xey had to ask regardless. With the completion of xyr sentence however, Yuri gave Chaleco a powerful shove to the side, directly in to the fountain.

<SenseiDezzy> Chaleco should of seen that one coming. He fell flat on his ass in the water with an “Oof!” He would of dragged Yuri in with him, but his dad senses were tingling. He flicked some water Yuri’s way, “I’ll be baCK.” He made his way over to Etch who he realized had step away from the group. “Aaaay, miho,” he shook his leg trying to get some water out, “ the party’s over there! And I wanted to introduce all my kids to Carnaval over there.” He pointed back to Yuri, the carnival in question.” Pencil placed her finger tips against her lips, looking off to the side, “ none come to mind, but my husband did have a request to ask of you.” She laughed dry, moving her hand to her curl and twirling it between her fingers, “ Well… not so much a request. More like a title to bestow upon you.”

<GeneralLeonhart> "Honestly, obsolete is the sister word to technology. Since it always grows everything eventually becomes Obsolete. However, I won't pry any further, I am sure you have your reasons for not upgrading." Ruban herself only accepted parts handled by Chapeau. The potentate wasn't here to question Robot life choices either. "As for what you did in the past, that is in the past. Honestly its been so long I don't even remember most things anyway." Plus, if it wasn't an attempt at her life, it would eventually be forgotten.  Beret couldn't help but be intrigued. A title huh? He was old but he hadn't used those in forever. So out of curiosity, he leaned forward and exposed his ear. "I'm ready to hear what lovely title he has picked out for me".

<Dottieverse> Etch looked up at Chaleco, he felt extremely nervous about this entire event and staying at the side of it all seemed like the best option, he looked over at Yuri, she seemed… interesting to say the least, he couldn't tell if that was good or bad, but he didn't want to say no, so he reluctantly nodded to Chaleco “U-uh… okay..if you want me too...sorry” he looked back down at the ants and said goodbye to them in his head they made good company, they don't judge you. he stood up and slowly began to make his way back over to the fountain, staying rather close to Chaleco, he felt more comfortable close to somebody he at least knew a little, especially since he trusted Chaleco so much. He was gripping at his wrist with his other hand rather tightly, and it felt like his heart was going to explode, why was he so nervous, you’re just saying hi to somebody new, no biggie… right?

<Koukaiju> "Oh, nono, that's not what I meant at all!" She gave another laugh. "I upgrade plenty, it's just people like to insist on replacing v1s with v2s, with v3s, and so on....eventually Luka loses favor to Gumi, and she gets replaced by IA, and so on and so forth." She was lucky to have the programmers she had, honestly, even if a few of them had malicious intent...she wouldn't be a v44 without it. How the fuck did Nico Hatsune do it??? How was that little shit still so popular?? She was gonna fight her once she got an official shell.

<Eevelion> Robe giggled, their dad’s friend was pretty and very funny, after watching Chaleco take a dive she’d reply “Honestly I like most colors, but the more vivid the better. Unfortunately my horns aren’t as nice as yours, if they were then they’d be a great place to put jewelry like yours on.” She would watch Chaleco bring Etch over then point to Yuri for him “Mr. Etch, Mr. Chaleco’s friend is really neat, you haven’t met them yet have you?”

<SenseiDezzy> She humored him and leaned in as well. “ He wanted to make you his padrino.” She said, butchering the Spanish so it sounded like ‘pay-dre-no’. “ Its Spanish godparent. I suppose its his way of welcoming you into our family, in a sense.” Chaleco put his hand on the boys back and gave it a pat, “ No worries, Etch. You’re going to love xem. Yuri ain’ the PR head of Rio for looking like a parade.” He paused for a moment, “ Well, maybe that too.” He then pulled grabbed Diadema, who had been idly looking at his reflection (making sure his hair was nice) and carried him like a surfboard. Once they had made it back with the rest of the party he put Diadema back down and introduced them, “ Yuri, este son mis niños, Diadema,” he gestured to the blonde that matched him, “Etch,” he ruffled the blue one’s hair, “ And, the Princeass, Robe.” Whom xe had already met. He then crouched down to their level, situated himself in the middle and brought them in for a hug. “ Mi Familia!”Diadema just waved, this was the first time he’d ever met Yuri so he was a little shy.

<vividExplorer> "The pleasure is mine, Mousquetaire, and i'm glad to hear It. I've been looking forward to working with you all as well. you'll have to help catch me up to speed~." she said with a wink and a giggle. She internally pat herself on the back as Mous relaxed. She was going to continue but Her eyebrows rose as a rather oddly attired demon approached them, she just had to give them her attention. Is that their namesake? It must be? she thought to herself. " Sweetheart Neckline, new PR head. It's nice to meet you." She said turning slightly, not knowing what to expect from the new arrival. She couldn't even see their eyes, was it religious demon wear of some kind? she didn't think they would b fond of heart stains on it either so she made no move to greet Necktie physically.

<Koukaiju> He gave a fluid, deep bow as he got close, somehow not managing to trip over. "My new Lady~! Ah, I would be one of your subordinates, Necktie Dantes, Promoter." He tried to make up for the lack of expression by laying on the sweet, sweet ham. Not that he didn't have a smarmy charm voice usually, but today especially so. He rose upwards, offering a hand. "I'm gravely sorry I could not meet you earlier, I was busy handling the decorators," He cleared his throat. "My apologies for interrupting, by the way."

<GeneralLeonhart> "Ah, so you have some good programmers, that's good. Whoever they are, give them my compliments." Domino was working fine, at least for now. And for the longest time synthetic speech was difficult to master. "We should leave the tech talk for later. What brings you to the party? Maybe I can help you out." Beret broke out into a chuckle. What an adorable title, here he was thinking it'd be something official sounding. "I love it, glad to have helped out. Would love to extend the help to you too, should you need it. How is your husband by the way?" From what Chap told him, Chaleco was pretty sinful. But so was Pencil, so Beret was curious to pry into that.

<Dottieverse> Etch shook his head in reply to Robe, “n-no...I havent”” his voice was quiet, and unless Robe was really listening to him she probably wouldn't have heard him, he was feeling rather shy meeting Yuri, xey were very intimidating to him, and he didn't really greet xem in any way besides a simple nod as he looked down at the ground, he wasn't trying to be rude, he just, didn't know what else to do. His mind was racing with things that could go wrong, he could embarrass himself, xey could be mean, or scary, or what if xey just didn't like him. He couldn't focus, his mind was going everywhere, and his heart was pounding, he tried to calm himself down but it wasn't working very well.

<Ever-So-Nitro> Mous quirked an eyebrow as the heavily disguised figure approached, trying to puzzle whom was behind all that covering. Of course, as soon as she heard the name, everything clicked into place and she died a little inside. Necktie, god damn. You couldn't have gotten like, a parasol, or a wide-brimmed hat, or something? You look like Jack Griffin. Of course, Mous kept her commentary and criticisms to herself, instead managing a polite smile. "Oh, no, it's quite alright, Necktie," Mous replied. "I was just welcoming Miss Necktie to Daten."

<FaroresVault> Yuri's face fell as Robe tore herself down, immedately reaching out to place xyr hands on the girls face and pat her "Nao, docinha! Your horns are lovely! I will take measurement later and send you something extravagant when I get to mi casa." xey beamed, giving her hair a quick ruffle and glancing back towards Chaleco and the two approaching youngsters. The expression gradually changed from xyr standard sparkly expression to the same kind of light show one would see on an extravagant parade float. " PRA CARAMBA, SEU FILHO?! " xey shouted, practically vibrating off the ground, the following stream of words almost incoherent and definitely just a string of very fast and very excited Portuguese. Where was DJ when you needed a translator? It took a couple moments for Yuri to relax, scooping up DD and covering the childs face in kisses, then holding the boy out at arm's length. "I am so, so sorry your father is a trash toilet. You are mine now. I will save you." Yuri looked to Etch as xey finished, relaxing xyr body language further. "Ola, Etch!" xey sad softly, placing DD down and gently offering a hand to the child as xey crouched. It was clear Yuri had worked with many youngsters, no surprise, given the favelas. "You are very handsome for your age why so nervous? You should be chasing people away with a stick." Xey joked, looking about to the children. "Belo. Belo, belo, belo. Seu familia." xey smiled "And an imp!" Yuri looked back to Robe, giving Chaleco a wink "A rare little gem. Though,so are you all." Most definitely. Poor Pencil though, that means she....no, we weren't going to talk about that.

<Koukaiju>"I'll be sure to do so..," Domino moved some hair aside from her face, directing her head vaguely off into the distance as if to look for something. "Ah, I was invited here by...family, as unusual as that sounds." Maybe she should've name-dropped earlier.....She didn't really actively try to connect herself to dead mafia at this point anyway. What was the point? "I'll probably find xem eventually, no need to worry yourself about trying to do any legwork."

<SenseiDezzy> “Still a little whore at his club, as usual. Nearly tripped over him this morning while he laid half naked, dollar bills in his thong, on the floor.” she meant who with the upmost of endearment of course. “we’ve taken in a few new little ones under our care, though, so his fatherly side has been more rampant. How about you? What keeps you up these days.” Was that a f pun./ Yes, Yuri, Pencil laid the egg. Just one the one xe was holding though. Diadema giggled as Yuri covered his face smooches. “Please do,” Diadema whispered, but it was loud enough for trash toilet to hear and be offended by it. “HEY!”he pouted. Though a certain word rang in his ear, “Wait… imp?”

<Eevelion> Robe smiled at Yuri “That would be really nice! Thank you!” Now she was excited to be receiving some jewelry, honestly not something she’d really be expecting to do, but life is full of surprises. After the introductions she couldn’t help but wondering what xey meant by that one thing, she’d tug on xyr clothes but it was a little small to do so, so instead she tugged on Chaleco’s vest asking him “Mr. Chaleco, what’s an imp?” though it would seem he was just as clueless as her.

<Dottieverse> Etch looked up at Yuri as she greeted him, giving a shy reply to her “h-hi….thank you” she seemed nice but she was rather intense, less with him it seemed which he was thankful for, he hated intensity more than anything. He wasn't sure how he felt about being called handsome, he didnt really think of himself as such, but a compliment is a compliment, so he took it as that, though he didn't get the stick part, what did that even mean. He still felt extremely nervous about this situation, his heart felt like it was going to stop and he couldn't help but notice his stomach was aching as well, he was horrible at this and just hopped this feeling went away soon.

<GeneralLeonhart> "Pfft, don't worry I completely understand. I have robotic siblings myself and the active one of them actually handles DJing for me sometimes." Though she was a little shit and more so a memebot than anything else. Sometimes Chap wondered if Ruban was still combat capable. "But if you need any help, do not hesitate to ask. I would hate to lose Ruban." Though some of that might be due to the trouble she'd cause. "Don't let me keep you waiting though, I'm just socializing with new people." "So he's keeping busy but what about you? It'd be a shame for such a lovely lady to be stuck at home bored. As for me, I'm a lovely incubi stuck at the office bored. Usually I'm giving haircuts out or helping settle in some new arrivals. After a century you'd be surprised how dull that gets." Though it was a nice way to meet people. And sometimes he even got to give out a few tips. Sometimes even get a tip back.

<vividExplorer> Necktie!? She looked at the mans chest a moment, indeed a red tie stood out against the beige and brown. But then why?... She tried to brush it off, people can wear whatever they wish after all. He was peculiar that's for sure, but still charming nonetheless. she giggled as he bowed. " I plan on meeting everyone sooner or later, but thank you for coming to meet me. I'm glad to hear you work in my department aswell!" She looked at his hand a moment, it was gloved. God damn it. Does he always wear such garments this will not do. She cant kiss u if your covering all of yourself! She puffed her cheeks involuntarily for a moment before making up her mind, brushing his hand away as she had Mous's. She made sure not to leave lipstick on his cheeks as she kissed them both. Shes ganna smooch everyone here if its the last thing she does. She'll even kiss the DJ. She'll find a way. "Are you two enjoying your work so far?" she asked. smiling at the two.

<Koukaiju> "Ah, I hadn't the slightest idea that was a thing amongst demon ranks, actually," She pondered--well, she figured, but she didn't figure the demons would be as attached to their AIs as her father was. "I'll keep that in mind--And you're not keeping me from anything, if anything I'd likely cause...more...trouble~!" The layered hime laughs were back again. Wonderful. She was being completely honest but hopefully that came off as a joke. Please come off as a joke. Necktie was pulled into a la bise, blinking under the shades and just before he could process what happened, he was off her grip again. Well hey, to each their own. "It's nothing really, It'd be in bad taste not to introduce myself as promptly as I could," He gave a small chuckle. "Work is great, very demanding but sometimes it just barely feels like I'm lifting a finger!"

<Ever-So-Nitro> "Oh, I certainly am," Mous replied, smiling and nodding. "I'm an editor, myself, but whatever I'm doing, working in PR is incredibly rewarding. It's not too far removed from what I do in my spare time; I have a passion for the dramatic arts, I like to review stage and film in my downtime." She beamed. "Daten is quite a culture hub, I've found since coming here last year." <FaroresVault> A glance between the two would give Yuri clear indication that neither knew what xey were talking about...hm. "Of course." Yuri nodded to etch, thrn gave xyr chin a soft rub. How do you explain a species..? "Well," xey began, allowing xyr wings and tail to manifest, mirroring Robe in how tiny xyr stature for wings are "we are something like..." xey rolled xyr wrist, looking for the word "how golden retrievers and rottweilers both dogs, but different dog, sim? " xey nodded "Like how concubi are different demon than berserker, and different from plain demons, sim? Imps are third demon group." xey held up fingers to match each species listed "We are a very small group, most of us have wings that are very..." a hand gesture for small followed "pequino. And eyes," xey tapped below xyrs and towards Robe "like playing cards. Is a demon skin is orange, como eu, they are an imp. Always. But not all imps are orange!" xey laughed "Like squares and rectangles, sim?" Xey tried. It was hard in English, even now.

[dcwastelands]

Part 2

<theprophetgamer>      Longcoat wasn't going to do some fancy-schmancy nosedive into the turf, are you nuts? He makes a small circle as he drifts downward, throwing his legs out like he's landing a hang glider, running to a stop a good distance from the mayhem. He watches as others pile in, grabbing the shaman aside by the arm. "Oh, nonono. Your the only other one here with any modicum of medical knowledge. Your with me for now." The person nodded a moment later, but did he have to be so frank, grabbing them like that. Could have asked back at base, gawd.

<link2125>          Mous blinked and looked to the new arrival, before returning her attention back to the ghost. "We need all the hands we can get, to be frank," Mous replied. "I need its tail down here so I can grab it and keep it out of commission." She nodded her head to the pile of gear some distance away. "Attach some of that to your weapon so you don't inadvertently strengthen it."

<Yuki-chan001>                Uniform had landed on his own 2feet on the cement shortly after kit, takeing out a extra uniform he kept the the fancy bags around his waist. silencer was armed and ready, he seemed calm but uniform was actually using most of his energy to keep calm and get back in to the swing of things.

<hitagashi>         Bifocals loved combat. She was born in combat and she hoped she would meet her end in combat and that is too dark a thought think happy things. Like destroying ghosts. A feral grin spread over her face as she slammed into place a bit away from the rest of the group that had already landed, ground cracking a bit beneath her. Her wings tucked up behind her and she jogged over to Kit and ignored Longcoat. "What's our plan, oh pretty Lady of the Wastes?" Right okay. Flirting.

<Dottie-Senpai>               Etch was about to just leve and head back to HQ seeing as there wasnt much he could do to help against a ghost this level, but just as he was about to get up and go, the angels had landed. And Etch being the curious little demon he is, couldn't just walk away after seeing that, so he had decided to stick to the side lines and watch.

<FaroresVault> Glancing towards Bifocals, Kits eyes landed on Mousquetaire and Lavalier, only a handful of feet away from them, before drawing back up to the ghost and pointing with her staff "We need to go after the chest." She shook her wrist "That looks like a store area."

the demons right next to them weren't a threat really, anyway. Both lower rank - she could handle both with ease, and more higher ranks were landing nearby anyway.

Following Mous' return to a prepared pose, Lunula let the blast of air loose, throwing it down as hard as she could straight into Whiplashes tail, slamming the limb into the ground and assisting in any angel touches. "So....Miss Chapeau...." She nodded to the opposing species expecting an answer.

<GeneralLeonhart>        "Our goals are the same, we'll resolve things as they come. But stay near me, they are no where near my level. They can't take us both down easily." Reaching behind her and retrieving a folded military Cap. It was a back up, a shorter sword but still as powerful. Once summoned she began to draw back her weapon.

<vividExplorer>                fallowing kits lead from the wastes he took a moment to survey the situation, it looks like the demons had plans of their own. watching them for a moment he noticed bangle in its side, and to his dismay he also saw its body language. as an old expert on animals he understood body language very well, He had to look away. trying to see if there was anything else he could gather before taking a breath. mimicking kits motion he quickly dropped into a nose dive behind the ghost skidding a little ways off from his impact. hands instinctively going up to where he held his blades on his gear he had do do a double take. he wasnt wearing his gear. well fuck. crouching down he ripped two socks out from his boots that were sitting snugly beside his legs. transforming them quickly he combined the together to make a sword. this'll have to do, need be he'll go henshin and that's only if this starts getting nasty. quick to step up beside kit as she said what she assumed its weak point was he hummed in agreement. looked like the best place to start no?

rushing over to wear the gear was she grabbed something that would fit to her gun and skittered back to where Mouse was. looking up as she ran back fitting the piece to her weapon she stopped dead in her tracks. ANGELS?! blinking at them she shook off her surprise and snapped the piece to her gun. this'll be fun. she then waited beside Mouse, perhaps she could help.

<Yuki-chan001>                "yes ma'am" uniform backed up and amed his gun not fireing but trying to come up with just how close he could get to the damn thing with otu gettting whipped away

<link2125>          Mous practically lunged for the tail as it smacked into the pavement, gripping it with one hand and managing to grab the streetlamp with the other, gritting her teeth and holding on tight. Of course, as she held on, she began to notice the other figures dropping down out of the sky, exchanging a confused glance with the one that touched down just feet away from her. Well, first day in the new sector and she was not only grappling the tail of a massive ghost, but she was currently locking eyes with an incredibly powerful angel. Welcome to Daten, Mous.

<hitagashi>         It couldn't keep the grin from its face if it tried. A good fight, angels, this would be fun. And cinnamon rolls. Selvaggia whipped out as it moved forward. Red bled into its eyes and overtook the entirety, a grin stealing its face and sharp teeth showing. This would be fun! It looked at the others around it. Time to fight.

As it thought that, Bifocals just gave a sort of chuckle, one of her spare glasses shifting into the form of Rapture. Maybe one day she could unleash Reaver on her enemies one day. But no here, not here where the humans she had long since protected were in danger. Bifocals' grin lessened and she turned serious. Ranged is good, she could do ranged. She would help destroy this threat.

<theprophetgamer>      Taking up position among the tons of large debris, Sari was already lining up a shot as Kit gave a target. Flipping her fancy visor down, Chandan stares at the bulbous sac before barking. [Attack roll 1-2, Roll 2- Miss] But his bite left much to be desired, as the blessed slug went wide. Aw, it's alright baby, performance issues happen to everyone, it's natural.

<FaroresVault> The ghost emitted a yelp of surprise as half her body was knocked to the ground, violently yanking her tail away from Mous, potentially dragging the girl with it. Now she was pissed off. Twisting her body and thrashing herself around, Whiplash opened her jaws wide, the plates of her arms flaring up, and began to glow brightly. The culmination of this action was her emitting a massive shockwave which knocked out the surrounding power grid. EMP. Sari's bullet few past her and she curled her body in toward the sac, following suit by slamming the plates together, emitting an extremely loud clap, the sound waves pushing those in the surrounding area a step or so back - whether it was from the force of her action or the balance issues which came with it was up to you. But the world was spinning.

<GeneralLeonhart>        A power attack was being brewed by Chap, prior to the rampage. Right as she began to pull forward, the waves snapped her right back. Her attack went from heading forward to shooting right back and exploding a few yards behind the group. It was a fair blast, would have proved useful were it to have hit. Thankfully no one was harmed by the blast, except for Chaps pride and a couple vehicles.

<Eevelion>         Shockwaves and tiny people don’t mix, not only did Robe go tumbling back, her open paint can flew off, drenching her in yellow, the other closed cans zoomed off too, one firmly implanting itself in a wall, miraculously still intact, and the other ending up on the other side of a window. Using her magic to clean some of the paint off her, at least enough so that she could see, she dragged her dizzy self off the ground to go hunt for her runaway paints.

<vividExplorer>                Stepping up in front of Mous, Lavalier lifted filigree up to her face trying to level out a good shot. that was before the ghost started to panic. jumping back closer to the buildings and farther way from the thrashing tail she let out a surprised yell as the creatures plate slammed together. the suddenness of everything going on and the violent impact the shock wave had hit her with being so close to it after all. she slammed into the ground, effectively knocking the wind out of her. all she could hear was ringing,and the lack of breath she felt like she was dying. completely dazed she laid on the ground blinking up at the sky. she didn't know what was going on.

<theprophetgamer>      Sari falls flat on her back, her visor fried and giving the observant a free show of her goodies. What you get for not wearing pants with that fancy coat top, harlot. Even Mantle has to falter from such an unexpected tactic, ordering what remained if her elite guard to pull back and set up a new defensive line.

<Yuki-chan001>                Uniform was thrown back barly catching him self slamming his hands to the ground to keep balence and get back on his feet,"god dammit this isnt going to be a nice little pinic is it?"

<hitagashi>         VF staggered back and snarled, eyes flashing dangerously. How dare this miserable little beast do this? Hissing and growling noises seemed to be coming from its throat as it shook its head to clear the feeling the thing had set in its head. Its lips, if visible, would actually appear to be thin with how large the snarl spread over its face. The sharp teeth, however, were almost visible through the thin material of the mask. Red hazed into its vision and it focused on the creature. This was ridiculous. Miserable little ant. And the fact that this thing could knock it back because of sound of things. [Attack roll range 1-6, Wait-0] Its almost flailing motion missed the creature but at least it was closer. Still, it was furious. Right then. This thing was going down.

Bifocals frowned at the thing as her ears rang. Digging her feet into the ground had prevented her flying backwards. There were new cracks in the ground, though. She kind of wanted to shove feathers into her ears to see if the ringing stopped. Probably not. As such, she grunted at her friend. "Picnic. Yeah."

<FaroresVault> Tragus had been scaling his way down, and he'd gotten a different vantage point of the ghost....Her legs were fucking spindly. Like toothpicks attached to giant marshmallows. It was cruel - but it could work. He'd just unlatched his blade to make a transition down another story before Whiplashes blasts hit, sending him off balance and scrambling to sheathe those swords so he could land safely. And he did. I mean, it was more than a little awkward that he had caught himself right overtop of Lavalier, but he didn't actually land on top of her. Physically anyway. So that was a plus. Bracing himself by his arms overtop a girl, however, was enough to bring some colour to his cheeks. "....Sup." He laughed nervously, scrambling off her.

<GeneralLeonhart>        Since that attacked missed, Chap was going to have to relocate. This time she wanted to make sure a backfire wouldn't harm allies. She decided to take toward the roof, if she missed it hit the buildings. So she took off quickly, taking full advantage of her speed.

<theprophetgamer>      Sari rolls herself upright, still reeling from...whatever that was. She looks around, trying to shake out the cobwebs, but was only able to do one thing. "I SHIP IT!" Then she proceeds to vomit behind a rock.

<FaroresVault> Bangle held on to the ghost for dear life when she pulled her stunts. Being deaf was one thing, but she was seeing stars and felt a little sick. Wow. She'd need to recreate something like this. Yanking her brother up the ghost, they each took a limb after quick signing. Was there any way to jam these fucking plates?

Sadie was used to this bullshit, and though she stumbled and needed her bearings again, she peered back to the ghost - that wasn't going to be easy to work around...but work around it she would. Readying bottler with an aim, she tried to discharge the gun [Damage roll 2 - low, Attack roll 6 - miss] but it only sparked and fizzled. God damn it, what shorted.

<vividExplorer>                Anklet watching the ghost thrash around he braced himself, he heard that thing way out in the wastes and if it was this pissed WOW NELLY did he bet was she ganna holler. well. he was close enough. because he braced himself he didn't skid too far back and certainly didn't loose his balance. he did loose some of his hearing though. wincing at the loud noise he glared up at the beast as his ears rang loud. oh man he hoped he could hear what the other had to say if they even say something.

Lavalier jumped as a young mans face, a very attractive face at that, was suddenly right there. like, RIGHT THERE. Where the fuck did he even come from?? he looked like he was saying something, she looked at him a little puzzled. she couldn't hear him, she couldn't hear anything over the ringing in her ears. blinking at him and he hastily got off of her, she wondered where he even was to fall on top of her like that. trying to sit up she quickly flopped back down, she felt like her head was in a drying machine spinning a mile a minute. being slammed with vertigo on such a level she could do nothing but lay there, it was almost making her sick.

<GeneralLeonhart>        Okay, this time she would succeed. From her vantage point she could see some weak points and needed to lead this battle. So she reeled her sword back, this time concentrating a moderate charge of energy. She sliced the air quickly releasing a concentrated ball of flames, that would explode upon impact. [Attack:4 Hit Damage: 4 Moderate]

<hitagashi>         Right, regrouping led the demon to snarling and spinning around quickly to attack the thing. Red eyes were wide, the surgical mask had slid off its face, revealing the rest of the marks on its face. [Attack - 4 hit, Damage - 3 moderate] A vicious snarl tore out of its throat as it jumped up again and slammed the hooks over whatever part of the thing's body it could reach. This thing was going down.

Right, time to prepare an attack. [Attack - 5 miss] Bifocals threw Rapture as hard as she could and watched it miss. Her ears still rang. Okay so maybe the one on the left wasn't the one she wanted to hit? The multiple visions of the ghost in her eyes from its last sound blast was driving her crazy. Honestly.

<FaroresVault> Lunula, meanwhile, was going to take a different approach. Her book flipped about to a new page, inscribed in ancient cipher and runes. She began her spellwork, pulling out her athame [Spell roll 1 EXPERT - Critical, Attack roll 4 - Hit, Wait roll 2 posts] and twirling it in her hand, yanking the razor blade down the length of her arm. The blood seeping from her pooled in the air, building her casting circle. Running the flat blade of the now white athame over the wound, the flow of blood stopped, a secondary spell circle materializing behind her. Her voice raised, and she began aiming the Spirit Force developing at its centre directly at Whiplash, then released. The amount of force released from the spell blew one of the legs clean off - the corresponding Isley sibling only having a moments notice to pull away. In the wake of the spell was a fair crater, hissing and sizzling. The life energy from her spell now spent, her blood splattered to the ground and she staggered back, leaning against her knees. "I can't do that at this size...I keep forgetting..."

<link2125>          The one thing Mous hadn't exactly counted on was Whiplash reacting so quickly to being grabbed. She barely even got close to the light before it flicked its tail upward, and as a result, she was sent sailing into the sky, flailing wildly on her way up. She eventually managed to stabilize herself at the apex, but she soon found herself being ensnared by gravity's merciless hold once again. It was hard to say for sure from this high, but she seemed to be falling right above the ghost. Taking her best chance, she raised her hands above her and closed them into a double fist, aiming to slam them right in the top of its back. Of course, it's a bit hard to aim when you have virtually no control of your trajectory, so her impact was a bit off-center, but she managed to land her high altitude double-fisted drop on the beast, in a blow that would at least shake it up a bit.  [Attack - 4, hit][damage - 3, moderate]

<Eevelion>         Freeing the can that was stuck in the wall Robe jammed it open and prepped another blob of paint, this one about the size of a cannonball, again loosing it towards the space between the plates. [Attack – 4, Damage – 4] Despite her dizziness, she still managed to make the shot, and while it didn’t have the force of the cannonball she modelled the attack after, it did hit hard enough to make some kind of a dent.

<vividExplorer>                Anklet watched as the ghost violently thrashed around, before the EMP and armor shockwave, he made an educated guess he braced himself. he heard this motherfucker all the way in the wastes and by how pissed it looked, WOW NELLY did he bet it was ganna holler again. well, he was close. the clap from the armor did little to his balance and only made him skid a few feet backwards. now his ears were another story. he winced at the sound and tried to shake off the ringing it caused blinking as he glanced around at the other to see if they were alright. some were better off than others, sari being the worst he could see was some people winded on the ground, scanning over the rest of his people he caught a glance of Tragus in his... well, predicament. you could almost see the exclamation points hovering over his head. hearing sari shout out to his son a moment after he looked back to her before she leaned over a puked behind a rock. at least he wasn't the only one that saw it.

<theprophetgamer>      Destruction of property. Endangering the lives of the city's inhabitants. And now having to work alongside these.....heretics. Mantle's patience was wearing very thin. She grabbed a damaged light pole with such ferocity her fingers punctured its metal frame. Ripping from its ground restraints, sparks splashed as she wound up for a heavy overhand smash across the beast's head. [Attack roll: 3, Damage roll: 1] Her pride once again was bigger than her ability to stand upright. Much of her momentum and energy were burned in the overdramatic show of strength, the blow grazing its target, but hitting nonetheless.

<FaroresVault> Right, the girl was incapacitated. He could barely hear himself, but it wasn't exactly a safe area to be incapable of moving. Leaning back over, he motioned to help her up, and then scooped the girl up by her back and legs, hauling ass out of Whiplashes range before setting her down by a building. He could barely hear himself for the ringing, but it was worth a shot to ask "are you okay?" - demon or not she was a person and needed tending, if his parents taught him anything.

Kit staggered back from the shockwaves and shook her head to try to clear the balance issues. She never handled vertigo well - thank god she had a fucking six foot staff to balance on. Once she'd recovered somewhat and examined the odd situation her son was in, shooting a look to Anklet then back to the Ghost, her expression changed to shock again from Lunulas spellwork. That's a dangerous mage. Whipping Lucky down, the staff uncoiled - long range was her best shot, even with the ghost crippled.

<Yuki-chan001>                uniform taking in the situation, slowly and hastily got closer to the ghost till he was in a perfect range to fire his gun [Attack Roll: 4 Damage Roll: 4]

<hitagashi>         The savage noises coming from the berserker intensified for a moment and the tall demon slammed itself forward again, following Selvaggia's strike with its own body to cause even more damage. Whip raised, it spun into the movement with a sort of hissing noise. [Attack - 2 hit, Damage - 1 critical, Wait - 2] Volto Foglia let out an almost cackling noise, red eyes blown wide in joy as it struck true once more. It jumped back, hooks tugging tightly on Whiplash and hoping to hurt it further. It might regret this later but honestly the blood lust was hitting it harder than it ever had before.

On the opposite end, Bifocals had finally recovered and lobbed her other spare Rapture at the thing. Why did she only pack two spares? Honestly she... oh wait, Ingenue gave her more. Thank everything for her smart wife. [Attack - 2 hit, Damage - 3 moderate] This got out of her head when the spear actually struck the thing. Not where she wanted (which was at the heart), but still hit it.

<theprophetgamer>      This ghost was a harvester, gathering who knows how many lost souls just for gatherings sake. This was a foul spirit, an outlyer, not a factor in The Balance of Things. With the creature gravely wounded, and being unable to speak due to the beast blowing out the mask's vox set-up, Waistcloth could no longer remain idle. Violence was never the answer; This was a mercy killing. With a spin and a silent chant, the shaman brought Balance to bear, in order to restore it. [Attack roll: 5 Miss] Apparently Balance was off-balance, as the intricate twinblade got wedged in the thing's hide. Very silent, but very loud, internal cursing was taking place as Waistcloth tried to free his symbol of office.

<FaroresVault> She was cornered, and this wasn't working out in her favour. Not only would Whiplash stagger from Chapeaus explosives [and force the Isleys straight off her, goddamn mages], but she'd be hit from multiple vantage points at once. VF had begun wailing on the lower neck, and the force of Mouses fall back down had pushed her lower to an easier vantage. Pissed off and injured, the ghost released another unholy shriek and swiped her tail across the ground, slamming it into the base of both nearby buildings, forcing them to bend from structural damage. Then her leg was gone. Her leg was gone. Collapsing to one side, Whiplash braced herself on her good leg and tail...half her sternum was completely vulnerable to damage, and she tried to coil inward to protect it. But it was hard without the plates in the way. Mantle's once over with the light post didn't help, and in defence she clapped the plates on her good leg again, releasing the same quality of blast as before, but half as strong. She paired it with a shriek for good measure, then bit down on the light post, ripping it from the womans grip and flinging it behind her down the street and straight at the angels. Just because she was incapacitated that didn't mean she was dead. Uniforms shot had hit her around the jawline, cutting off one of her cries in shock. That fucking hurt, you asshole. And so did Volto - did this guy ever chill? He was causing structural damage to the massive sternum crystal. It was still steady and held out, but it wouldnt forever, and she bellowed right in his bloody face for it. See how you like it. The shriek only intensified as Bifocals' spear took root in her tail, slowing the attacks she could give.

<Eevelion>         In the wake of the Whiplash’s blast Crown got really disoriented and ended up in some back alley, after spending a good half the battle lost she finally managed to get her bearings and make her way back to the group. Using Rosewood she tried to pole-vault up the ghosts back [Damage 2 – Low, Attack 4 – Hit] but her trajectory was a teensy bit off, and she only managed to barely nick the beast, put some antiseptic spray on that and you’ll be all fine buddy.

<theprophetgamer>      Locket had drug her mom away from the conflict, inside the van, where she helped wipe off the bile from her henshin. She never did have the best constitution. A gulp of water and a little time later, Sari was much less wobbly. This thing had to go, plain and simple. She had a shipping list to update! Taking advantage of the more stable cover that is the van's interior, she laid prone as Chandan converted into a high-power rifle. Time for some varmint plinking. [Attack roll: 6] Nope. Still wide. Sigh.

<vividExplorer>                Anklet shaking off his surprise started rushing at the ghost, one of its arms was gone by now and it looked severely injured. one well placed energy... slash? blast?? whatever, he was going to slice that leg off fuck whatever the attack was actually called. bringing his foot down in front of him hard he brought his sword up, letting the energy build up in his blade he was only moment from swiping at the beasts legs before.... was that a light post?!? eyes growing wide as the metal object came flying at him he stumbled to the side effectively throwing the energy in a completely different direction. in stead of cutting one of the ghosts legs off he managed to slice off a corner of a nearby building. wow, that was bad. he hissed looking right at the chunk of building as it came crashing into the street, nice one Anklet. nice. [damage: 2-low attack: 5-miss]

<link2125>          Mous winced as the Whiplash cried out again, clasping her hands over her ears as she rolled of its back. Sure, being behind the source dampened the effectiveness a bit, but she was already somewhat dazed from the fall, her head was pounding from the shrieking and chiming. Stumbling a few steps back, she noticed that it had taken a lot of collective damage, and its weakpoint was exposed! Mous circled around behind it once again as it was distracted by Volto, and soon she was standing by its underside, looking at the crystal on its sternum. Curling up her fists tight, she lifted her hand... [Attack - 2, Hit][Damage - 6, Critcal] and swung her fist forward in an arcing haymaker, putting her whole body behind the blow as she slammed her reinforced knuckles right into its underbelly.

<Yuki-chan001>                Falling back to mainly watching bifocal's approach to the fight, uniform had come to a conclution he's no chance of catching higher ground in the wreck around them. deicdied to go straight for the weak point on fotot and pull back as soon as shots were fired [Attack roll: 3 Damage Roll: 5

<theprophetgamer>      Oh, no. We're not doing this. Sari takes another literal shot. Nope. Thing's moving too much. FOR NOT HAVING A LEG, it sure is mobile. [Attack roll: 5 WHY]

<GeneralLeonhart>        Chap missed her next attack, but thankfully she had been playing it safe. It was only a moderate blast and exploded against the shielding protecting HQ. "Ugh, have I really grown this rusty?" She questioned, deciding to simply watch her missed attack sizzle. She wished she had marshmallows, a smore would be nice right about now.[Attack: Miss Damage: moderate)

<FaroresVault> Kit had whipped herself forward, jumping and utilizing her wings as momentum to wrap Lucky's entirety around the ghosts neck, and used Mouses momentum from the hit to pull her up, violently yanking Lucky back and forcing her off the ground, only keeping her height through furious flapping of her wings. [Damage 3, Attack 2]

<hitagashi>         Pulling out all the stops seemed pointless, honestly. The thing was dying and Bifocals had things to do. And, okay, there were still a bunch of the things in her vision. Maybe she'd bother Tank Target about it. [Attack - 4 hit, Damage - 2 low] She aimed for one and hit another, she wasn't sure if she hit the actual thing as it was a small variance. Maybe a wall? No, probably barely scuffed the ghost.

VF slammed itself back into place, wildly moving and almost breaking into running on all fours with how feral it seemed. [Attack - 1 hit, Damage - 2 critical, Wait - 2 posts] And there it was again. Selvaggia tore through what VF could reach, all nine hooks sinking in and ripping up that part of the ghost. Damned thing thought it could get away by screaming. It had just served to make it angry. Honestly, didn't these ghosts know any better? It let out a hoarse laugh.

<vividExplorer>                Lavalier had no idea what was going on suddenly feeling a pair of arms lift her up she couldn't posses much in this state. being placed on the ground he was met by that face again she wondered who it was. watching his mouth move but no words come out for the second time today this was growing old, WHAT DID HE SOUND LIKE DAMN IT?! she blinked at him some more obviously shaken up honestly she didn't remember what exactly was going on in the daze only bits and pieces. tilting her head he tried to speak back. "WHAT?" she said so much louder than she intended. damn that ringing she couldn't even hear herself. practically being right next to the beast really did a number on her huh? 

<theprophetgamer>      Finally freeing the ornate weapon Waistcloth knows when not to fight. They make a last attempt as they run away from the creature, swiping at the sac as they went. [Attack: 5 Miss] Locket, meanwhile, just wants to go hooooome, take a shower, forget that bugs are real. Tactica springs into her hands as she rushes the sac, propelled by hasty, hella fast wings. Eyes wide shut, she crams the heavy blade into the....icky sac thing and swings outward, cutting a nice little gash in it. YAY, you were useful! [Attack roll: 2 Damage 3] <FaroresVault> Her now frequent sonic emissions were cut short by the Ophanim's weapon wrapping around her throat, yanking the ghost off her limb and forcing her to balance on a curling and uncurling tail, her vocal responses muffled in her forcibly shut mouth as Mousquetaire and Venda wailed on her. Even Crowns shot was noticed as she was held prone, unable to grip the ground enough to yank herself back down and drag the angel with her. She'd received shots to the chest from Uniform, and Bifocals damn near grazed the ghost. She tried to clap the plates again, but the response was weaker as she focused on staying upright. Between Vendas blows to the sac and Locket's stab, she tried to emit another sound...the battlefield was now chillingly quiet. Overall. The best she could do is try and clear the area ahead of her by swiping her arm. Kit didn't have the strength to hike her up further and Whiplash used that to her advantage, spilling the souls from her chest or not.

<FaroresVault> Trag blinked a few times from her shout, he'd regained enough hearing for that to make it through. He shot a look back and forth between the girl and the ghost, visibly laughing at his father's miss. Wow. That was fucking catastrophically bad. He made a "hold on" sort of gesture to the girl, keeping position by her. He wasn't needed in this fight at this point, but hey, he'd gotten someone out of a potentially very lethal area. That was a plus. Maybe signing would work <<I'm going to wait this out with you. Are you okay?>>...god what the fuck was English sign language? Beyond difficult and alien.

<link2125>          Mousquetaire gave another slight wince as the plates rattled, but she was undetterred, glancing at VF as she wound back for another blow. [Attack - 4,Hit][Damage - 2, Low]. However, it didn't have nearly as much force behind it, nor did the next couple of blows. It seemed the adrenaline rush from falling out of the sky was starting to wear off, and her head was killing her from all that screeching and rattling. She was hoping this ghost would keel over soon, so she could get some much needed rest.

<theprophetgamer>      With Kitty titty doing all the work, Sari tries AGAIN. [Attack roll: 5] She throws Chandan into the van and sits there in a pouty huff. "I quit."

<GeneralLeonhart>        Chapeau had grown rather peeved from this entire mess. The demons were sloppy and so were their temporary allies. Chapeau aimed to end this, She could see an opening and would not risk a power blast missing. So she reeled her blade back, gathering a moderate amount of energy and unleashing it straight toward the chest. This fiery blast would also explode upon impact, hopefully critically damaging this beast. [Attack: Hit Damage: Moderate]

<vividExplorer>                after that... horrible //HORRIBLE// miss anket turned back to the beast. with the little distance he had between himself and the chaos ensuing around the ghost he had a pretty clear view of what was going down. the ghost was being HAMMERED by ever angle. he took a step back, he didnt feel the need to get his chance at the beast, whether he did or not it would not matter now. it was going to die with or with out his help. loosing all his interest ti fight the beast he just watched as it was practically torn apart. it was times that this that hit him hardest, without the haze of anger or duty he had a chance to stop and watch. and watching was never a good thing when you had nothing else on your mind. he kept reading the ghosts body language and it almost made him sick. yes it was angry yes it had killed people but... it was scared and hurt. it was only lashing out so violently because it was being attack just the same way, and had also been boxed in. and from experience //Nothing// likes to be boxed in and scared. he was now a few more steps away, never noticing that he was backing away from the scene OR that his blade was just that close from falling out of his hand, it hanged low to the ground. He didn't want to fight anymore.

Lavalier perked up a bit at Trag's signing. she had seen this before. both Bangle and Cuff used this in the labs. although it was nearly impossible for her read them when the siblings signed to one another she still thought it would be good to learn some for when she spoke to Dr. Isley. shakily she signed back. <<Ok, Thank you. I'm not sure>> wow this boy was just full of surprises.

<Yuki-chan001>                closeing in again after a rest bit for hisnervs from the last attack uniform this time stays a safe distance and take a few more shots at the beast [Attack Roll: 6 Damage Roll: 5] shuffling back

<FaroresVault> Oh thank god. That worked. <<You're welcome.>> was about all he could muster - Korean sign language was easier. And by easier, he meant he knew it. This, not as well. He looked back between the ghost and those he knew, some pulling back, others continuing. Whatever it was, it wasn't a pleasant sight. He never liked doing these, honestly. Was it necessary? absolutely. But that didn't ever, ever make him like it. Much like hunting, he had a strong ethical opinion on the subject - and the train of thought could easily be read on his face. Suffice to say, he empathized with his father.

<FaroresVault> She had begun to glow less, and it was directly proportional with the amount of souls being released...just a huge amount of souls. Thousands. It was clear that she'd either given up or had passed out by that point, and the final shots were enough to fully drain the bioluminescence entirely from the ghost, which eventually went entirely limp and collapsed.

<FaroresVault> The ghost falling took the Ophanim with her, her wings - all of them - spread out wide to catch as much air and slow her down as she yanked Lucky back to the staff, landing softly on the ground and looking the ghost over. An ugly scene, yes, but the souls were clearly still lingering. She looked up to the demons and strolled up to the sac and massive spill with a stony expression. "I'm going to need you to move from the area so I can repent them and not kill you." was her flat statement - and she didn't give them time to respond before beginning a minor cast, her wings spreading low to the ground and her weapon slamming against it. The spill was gone, and the souls were repented. Crossing herself, and then the shell, she stepped back around it towards her group. Her partner was visibly distressed. Priority one.

<FaroresVault> Upon repention, the hollow sound of the Abbey rang out somewhere in the wastes, barely reaching the city. The allotted Heavens materialized, and, frankly, things got a little weird. It wasn't often these species found a common ground within which to work together, and this was a solemn event for all who recognised exactly what had transpired. The bells didn't help.

<link2125>          Mous backed up and shielded her eyes as Chap's spell flew in, groaning as she finally stepped away, rubbing her temples a bit. Well, that was certainly an ordeal. It was a good thing there were no more pressing matters to- oh, right, the angels. Mous straightened up as she glanced around at the angels, backing away rather quickly as the Ophanim approached and spoke. She couldn't help but glance to the sky as the faint bell rang out, nursing her head a bit more. Of course, she just now noticed that her masks were gone, apparently lost during the fall. She glanced up to try and see if they were still descending: thin bowl-ish objects like them tended to catch the breeze. Needless to say, this was going to be a day she remembered for a long while. <theprophetgamer>      Sari fell backward in the van, a squee escaping her. "FINALLY!"

Locket was still shaking when she found Trag. "Y-y-you doing ok, shitboot?" Waistcloth observed Kit as she did the consecration. This is something they will have to look into.... Longcoat, seeing that not many grave injuries were present, popped his wings. "I better see you all back at base for a swift check-up. I'll lock the damn doors if I have to." And away he goes, up in the afternoon sky. Bye crabass. Mantle stood back as the remnants of her Legion began to gather the gear of the fallen and returning to base. It took some effort....ok, a lot of effort, but the Force managed to give Kit a somewhat respectful bow. "We...thank you for the assistance. Now leave our city and never return. I will not be this kind again." She follows her broken units, not even waiting for Chapeau. Wow.

<Yuki-chan001>                Uniform walked over too bifocals "ready to get going jumping bean?"

<vividExplorer>                this entire time DJ has been trying to minimize casualties by evacuating all of the surrounding buildings. watching the chaos here and there he occasionally taped some of the attacks snorting to himself when horrible missed happened. Chapeaus and especially Anklet he was not going to let go of. he also took picture to show PC later. the ghost had reached its end and the field was silent as the dull ringing from the church bells rand far in the wastes. that sound alone gave him chills. he could nearly feel the tension in the streets he barely even wanted to breath lest it break the silence between them.

Sarong had long since walked away from the battle. she had no interest on attacking the beast and at best would just have stood around watching them destroy the beautiful creature. ear twitching in the direction of the wastes from where she sat she sighed. what a pitty.

regaining some of her senses Lavalier leaned forward to look down the alley towards where what little sound she could hear came from. eyes going wide as she saw the sight before her. The ghost had fallen. bringing one hand to cover her mouth she stared at the black for laying it the street. attention jumping up to Locket as she came forward towards them she had nothin to say, she was probably here for the boy next to her after all. hand moving down to her chest she let out a surprised noise looking down. "My necklace."

<GeneralLeonhart>        Chapeau tapped her sword twice on the roof of her current location. It was a universal signal for the demons to retreat back to the headquarters. She hopped down from the roof, landing very gracefully and pausing. She shot the Angels a look "Demons, return back home." She exclaimed. "Angels, lets hope we never have to meet under these circumstances again. Thank you for your assistance."

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema poked his head out corner of the alley way where he hide for most of the ordeal. Poor child had been so fired up before only to run off to search for cover at first sight of the ghost. He made up the half lie half-truth in his head that he was taking notes and would definitely do battle next time around. “Next time,” he muttered to himself as he walked back to HQ as Chapeau instructed.

<hitagashi>         VF felt the rage fade as it always did, quickly and almost like it had never been there at all. It caught sight of one of the adorable demons from before and walked swiftly to fall in beside Diadema with a wide and kind of friendly grin. "Ｙｏｕ ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｃｏｍｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ. ＰＣ ｏｗｅｓ ｍｅ ａ ｃｉ��ｎａｍｏｎ ｒｏｌｌ." Because obviously this is how you bribe people to spend time with you. VF had a thought, swung about to take a picture of what was left of the scene, and sent it to PC quickly.

<FaroresVault> Shitboot? seriously? "Locket, can you not see I am assisting someone here?" he teased, looking between both and motioning her over "You did good, sis. Take a few breaths, okay?" his voice was very quiet and gentle, but his attention drew back to Lavaliers exclamation about her weapon, his eyes scanning the area for it. "I can see it, it's in fine condition, don't worry."

  Kit responded to Mantles bow with a graceful gesture and a very formal smile. The same courtesy extended towards Chapeau. "You're most welcome. We don't want anyone else dying, now do we?" She tried to say it sweetly. She did. Truth be told, it was profoundly bizarre to see Chapeau again after so long...at least she looked overall the same. "Though the sentiment is shared, Chap. Good work. Your tiny mage is impressive, here's hoping we're not on the receiving end of that." she said, laughing darkly at the end.

<link2125>          Mous's gloves soon went back to their inert forms, her arms feeling like they were filled with helium after the ordeal she went through. Hopefully she didn't embarrass herself too badly out there. Collecting up the silver attachments that had fallen loose, she groaned and stretched, walking back for headquarters with her colleagues.

<FaroresVault> Lunula had only just recovered from her final spell, getting colour in her face again and standing straight up. The Isleys were already doing sampling work and clearing up capture gear, busy back and forth - not like anyone else from Research was around to help, anyway. Not that they knew of.

PC had checked his phone repeatedly throughout the process of this event and sighed heavily at many of the images. Not only for the scenes from it, but the fact that he saw some familiar faces in some of the photos sent to him....he'd get medical prepped.

<GeneralLeonhart>        Chapeau smiled a bit, she was used to this whole fighting family thing. It was getting old, fate needed something new. "Of course, I do like my city after all. I can extend the same compliments to you. You have a formidable team, congratulations. But do not worry about fighting my mage. You will be facing me in that scenario." Laughing to herself at the end. "If you'll excuse me, I need to retrieve all my demons and check on them. I suggest you do the same." Giving her a small bow, before taking a stroll around the immediate area. She had to retrieve her Ipad from the adjoining roof first.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema nodded , walking closly along with it. The thing was scary to him, especially with having watched how it fought, but be damned if Diadema didn’t admit he fought well. Maybe he’d ask it for some fighting pointers later on… the tiny boy wanted to get stronger and be a person of use for once.

<theprophetgamer>      With all the ground shaking, horrendous noise, gunfire, clashing steel, cries of pain, screams of joy, and.....was that a church bell? Standing outside the local radio station, a certain pink-skinned demon stared into the distance, a long-forgotten cigarette still in her hand, she just gawks at the now creeping silence.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL??!?!?!?!?"

[dcwastelands]

Part 1

DURING THE MEETINGS... At least the day was nice? The weather was fairly bright, and there was a solid breeze - even through the coming evening the wastes had stayed a pleasant enough experience...all things considered. Apparently there was some sort of reconvening of the bases over in Delta, but between all the travel, Tragus sure as hell hadn't heard about it until later, and his first stop after leaving the city was Psi. aaaaand may or may not have been the reason that Longcoat was late - but hey! He said he'd be there friday. Get off his ass. Locket didn't even need to drag him there, though that threat was still pretty present...instead she had elected to go digging around for something or other and staying out instead - not that he liked that idea, considering his throat, ribs, and lungs were burning and sore from the clearing procedure, but the flat stare out of her eas enough to coerce an agreement. "Okay, okay, we've walked like ten blasted miles can we stop now? Fuck." He wheezed. This wouldn't be so damn bad if he hadn't had to work the night before, walk from the city to Psi, and then Psi to Lambda, only to do shit all day. But he did. Dammit woman. Locket wanted to tell him no, they HAVE to keep moving. But the last thing she wanted to do was drag his carcass the rest of the way. "Fiiiiiine", she declared. "You got five minutes boy, and I'm counting. 'Cause you know, at some point, they're all gonna remember this whole parent thing, and send someone out to find us." "Yeah what the hell what's with you getting me in trouble all the damn time?" he puffed, coming to a squat and resting his arms over his knees - the building they were cutting through had a fairly solid vantage point, so it's not like they were out in the open anyway. "Ma doesn't believe like half the things out of my mouth now. That's not *all* your fault but like hell I'm letting you get off scot free either." That was actually a pretty crap feeling, and he couldn't entirely blame her, but look he had shit to work through and that was hard as hell to do on a base that reminds you so heavily of the one you lost...and everyone you lost with it. And no, Ma, I don't want to go sort out my emotions with three other people hovering around me, thank you. "Yeah....probably shouldn't have let the phones die. Whoop." "All the more reason we gotta get there before they bllow their collective gaskets." Hands on hips, she walks  back to Trag, taking a seat next to him. "I KNOW I...have a track record of getting us in trouble, but I think they'll forgive this one." She looks around. "I'm not sure about the dead phones, though. That might be a bit much..." Sliding his hands to his face, Trag rubbed the bridge of his nose before standing up again, coughing as his palms returned to his sides. "You think - you can explain it. I'm not." he'd gotten the look enough times in the last couple weeks. Honestly it was starting to wear the kid down. Leaning up against the windowframe, he peered out into the darkening city "But seriously, it's not the smartest to be out here too too much longer. Not on our own anyway. " He'd always wondered what it looked like before there were bigass holes in the buildings. Bigass holes in the buildings that let you see shit through them. "What the fuck..." Oh shit, there's that cough again. Maybe she was pushing the kid too hard; She honestly forgets that he can't keep up with her sometimes, she moves so fast. Mother keeps harping on her for that... "The fuck is 'what the fuck'? I don't like 'what the fuck'." He squinted, leaning forward a little through the broken window before he slid his pack off his back and pulled out a pair of binoculars and adjusting. "What the fuck ok no. No bullshit." Trag mumbled, then holding it out to her "ok yo I'm not telling you what I'm thinking in case it biases you, but what does it look like is creeping around the wall over there through the old Chevron building?" Curious, Locket takes the binocs and investigates. It took her a second to adjust and watch, but it wasn't long until "What the FUCK ok no we leave now!" She throws them back at the boy before helping him get his pack back on. "Unless you saw something other than some giant snake bug monster wriggly thing, your a fucking liar. Let's GO!" Adjusting his gear and looking again, he was shaking his head. "Yeah, yeah that thing is trying to get up, I know that part of the wall too it won't be hard..." folding the binoculars up and sliding them into the pocket on the side of the bag, he turned on his heel and strode out. "Delta right? If we take the Anu Overpass we can do it in under ten...and like run. Run like we stole it." "Delta, yeah." She was right on his backside, and not complaining. Kinda hard too when there's......THAT not too far behind you. "Believe me, that wouldn't be the first time!" Meanwhile at THE DEMON HQ... [. . .]it only took about fifteen minutes for Cuff to return. He seemed a little out of breath, but maybe he just skittered back here as fast as possible…would explain why his sister was lagging. Placing the boxes on the table, he proceeded to heel turn and move straight to Chapeau, gently placing a hand on her upper back between her shoulders, almost imperceptible in his touch. “Pardon the interruption, ladies,” he smiled, giving them each a nod “you look lovely today. But I need to steal Chapeau for just a moment - it’s…ah…imperative we do immediately. Do you mind?” Not that he honestly cared if they did, he was going to snag her anyway. Ugh, what could it be now? What could possibly be so important. She basically had two ladies in her hands, this better be crucial. "Sorry ladies,  please contact me after this party." Giving a quick and small bow before following promptly. After they reached a certain distance Chapeau began to inquire. "I've never seen you so out of breath. Catch me up on the situation."   Must be a really good sale or something. Not a lot of things worked cuff up, it was kinda worrying. She had no idea what to expect. The weather had been pleasant, no resistance as of late, crime rates at reasonable levels, what in the world could cause him to haul ass. Most importantly what made him haul as so fast that he left his sister. After all, he was her translator. Chapeau suddenly got an idea and stored it away. She might be able to ease communication with her head of research. Damn the Princes and damn lungs too. He tried his best to keep it level, but it wasn't too surprising that she knew how to pick up on those subtle changes - even if it was just on moderated but shallower breaths. "Yes well it's been a longass time since we've dealt with this situation," he started, taking a quick look about the room to make sure people were out of earshot overall, and spoke in hushed tones. Lord knows he wouldn't want to start a reaction without her first having the ability to moderate the situation "and not out of our control, either..." His head shook "Bangle's distracting it outside, she's Research, she understands them better than I do. Pardon my frankness, Chapeau, but there's a ghost in the city." he didn't wait for her to respond before continuing "Naturalized. Bangle said it was either a cat four or five depending on what it can do. Pure." Chapeau had a double take, a what? In her city? "I know you wouldn't joke, but please tell me this is a ruse. There hasn't been one of those in a while." The was the most inopportune moment. No way had anything but their namesakes on them. It would be far too risky to try and capture with that considered. Unfortunately, this one would have to be destroyed as soon as possible. Chapeau immediately retrieved her Ipad and began to send out messages. She would message Mantle first, requesting she round up a team. DJ was next, her request to him was to control the party. Bangle was already working on the ghost, so that left Lunula. Another message would be bounced back to Mantle to include Lunula. As much as she hated to say it, this might be a good time to stress the importance of magic. "How long has it been out? How have we not received any notification of its appearance." They would need an immediate rehaul of systems after this. This could not happen again, they were spared this time thanks to timing. He shook his head sadly "I really wish I was screwing with you here." Honestly he did - this could get ugly. He checked his own means of contact to his sister in hope she was sending something, even ittery, over. But alas, no. "We have no idea, but there---" The ground around them shook lightly - something outside clearly crumbled, but it could be played off as a minor earthquake...those weren't uncommon here. "...there's been heavy damage to some of the buildings we saw when we rounded the corner..." No kidding. "It came from the walls." "Damn it, its a big fucker too." She began to pick up her pace. Thankfully, a team was also being set up to handle the situation. But upon hearing its origins, she was a bit confused. "The walls? I'll make sure to pass that to the proper channels. PR is gonna have a field day covering this shit up." If anything, their quite and immediate strike could be used as a positive. "Alright, lets be as quick and efficient as possible. I want that thing pounded into oblivion." Making note of authorizing Full use of deadly force with Mantle. With that, Cuff gave her a quick salute and walked calmly from the room so as to not alarm anyone, barely waiting until he was a safe distance from most viewing angles of the area before booting it again and fighting with his namesakes as he skid around the corner. A weird tone chirped from Mantle's inner pocket. Releasing Tiara's hand, she pulled out a small tablet, internally chastising her Alter for giving the device such a......cute sound effect. You can practically hear the hearts floating over the device as it tweeted again, signalling two missed messages. Fairly recent, too. She silently scanned the first one over, her yellow eyes grew in a mix of shock and glorious ambition; Another Natural had snuck into the city. It had been a long time since the last one, but this too shall end the same way.  She almost ignored the second message, and kind of wished she had. The Prideful Force had always held a great disdain for the arcane arts, barely tolerating those of her wife.  The thought of deleting it, saying never came was great, but it was a direct order. She shall see it through. Mantle prepared to send a short, hopefully not real curt, message to Lunula, stating to be prepared to leave immediately, but it was never sent. A small tremor indicated that the fiend was growing bold, and was backed up by another note from Chapeau. Her freshly formed scowl quickly melted into a wide, menacing, almost sensual grin at the mere sight of a small, insignificant phrase: Full use of deadly force. With a fast word to Tiara to stay with mother, Mantle stood and silently left the room. There was combat to be had. DJ perked up at the sudden quaking from the ground, it wasn't unusual in this area to feel tremors now and again, but the slight shift in Chap's, Mantle's, and even Cuffs actions put him on edge. Something was going down, and it was not good. Hearing the familiar ding from his cell, tucked away in his pocket, he quickly pulled it out to see what it was. Pantchains was right beside him, so he was sure it was serious. Reading over the notification quickly he nodded, mostly to himself, and pocketed the phone again. He had to make sure everybody stayed inside, away from danger and out of the way. Smiling down the snack table he said a few words to the others before politely grabbing Pantchains by the are and smoothly taking a few steps away from the group, making sure they were out of earshot. If he was going to reign in all these people, or at least keep an eye on them, he needed an extra set of hands. fuck keeping it hush hush he can get in trouble later for telling another soul right now they needed to keep control on the crowd. who better to do it then Panic! Management after all. Moving with DJ, Pantchains listened to his explanation and swallowed. Great. "I'll stay here, go up if they need you." he nodded, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder and looking about the room again. Oh yeah. This will be a great discussion back at the station once it was all said and done. Good thing they hadn't relied on that text for Lunula - like hell she carried a phone around with her. That was sitting about at home as an emergency contact. Fat use to you guys here.  But the shaking was well and good enough - it was suspicious that Cuff had returned alone and immediately went to Chapeau, but the earthquake? At least to her, that was far too convenient. She may not have been on the floor, but the corrections of everyones steps were good enough indication, and so were their unperturbed responses. Earthquakes were common in the area, of course most wouldn't think anything of a small one. But no. No no. Mantle was responding, DJ was responding, Chapeau was on her tech, and Cuff just left again. Resituating herself by Chapeau, she scanned the crowd once more. "Miss Chapeau" she whispered softly "Something is amiss. Care to enlighten me? Or should I just follow suit and discover for myself." Chapeau had grown silent for a minute as messages were being sent out. Once she was done, she snapped back into reality. Lunula had the unfortunate side effect of not being in Chapeaus vision. She was almost always obscured by something, this time the tablet. Once Chapeau moved her hand she found Lunula. "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, we have a little suprise for you. Time to put those skills to good use." She leaned a bit and presented the tablet. She didn't want anyone to overhear the information. But it was very clear to Lunula from a glance what was wrong. "Big one too, its been a while. I'll need to you provide long range support if possible. Mantle is very good at close-range and I'll be covering flanks. Everyone else should be providing a mixture of support." "Oh dear." BASE DELTA - 16h54 Only a handful of minutes passed - people were still interacting and having what seemed like a merry ol' time. Reassuring, honestly. Today's been a good day. Save for Balaclava's bullshit. But a good day. Now, Security...Security was not having such a good day, noth with those idiots blowing through them without a pass over. Something about an emergency?? "Shut up you know who we are?" Rude. Ten miles, seven minutes, and one hastily opened Airlock to an Agility course later, the two tumblrd in like Hell was on their heels. A quick glance up front showed that someone was missing, "You find my mother" Trag half wheezed, skidding up top and damn near falling all over the place trying to stop near the base heads. He was clearly trying to say something, but very visibly - and audibly - out of breath. Give the kid a minute. Despite being, well, technically not alive, Locket too was winded something fierce. She gave a half-hearted wave to her mom while doubled over in recuperation mode. The bitching out and grounding down can come later, there's a thing that needs told! As soon as someone rediscovers the joy of oxygen. Holy mama. Waistcloth walks away and Locket re-appears in his place with damn near no time, glancing between the platform and the girl, she gently took her hand and guided her a little bit away from the group. "Honey, what happened?" she asked quietly, her voice the striking opposite to what everyone else had heard today, like a soft touch on the cheek from someone you love after a long cry. "What's wrong?" Anklet was surprised to say the least as Tragus stumbled on to the stage. It was not every day you see your son running like his life depended on it, especially towards you! Something was obviously wrong, this was very out of character, he seemed panicked, and that was never a good sign. Quickly stepping beside him he placed a hand on his son's shoulder facing his back to the crowd so they wouldn't see his face if it was infact as bad as he thinks. "Whats going on?" he said bringing has voice lower again so the crowd couldn't hear, giving the boy a minute he glanced up at Sari worried. Last he checked, when the two had stormed through the doors, people had started to become unsettled. With good reason...But lets not make them panic shall we, or at least try. If his throat wasn't raw before, it sure as hell was now. The coughing didn't help, cleared lungs or not. A hand braced on his leg, Tragus tried to steady his breaths as quickly as possible. "Sorry." he wheezed, god this was not the time for this at all "Bad news on the horizon guys." He continued, taking a few seconds too long to get just that sentence out, but it was becoming easier. You could practically feel his pulse through his gear. Peeling off the face mask, his voice was less muffled and his breath steadied faster. None of this humidity bullshit. He took a glance towards Sari and Longcoat before continuing. "We were up in one of the Lambda districts," he was gonna keep this short, now that his lungs had calmed the fuck down. "I-It was beginning to scale the wall when we started running..." His thoughts were a little disjointed, and so matched his speech. Both of the kids seemed to steady soon enough, Tragus looking back up at the group, and Locket placing a hand on Kit's shoulder. "There's a ghost in the city." Both stated quietly, their eyes darting around the area, one for response, the other to make absolutely sure nobody else heard it. Anklet's eyes widened at the statement. "What..." he said quietly, actually more to himself than Trag. He didn't want to believe him. It'd been a long long time since the last ghost slithered into New Daten and it was never a good thing, so many people in such little space always meant bad news when a giant ghost decides to make itself right at home. Swallowing the lump in his throat he glanced at Sari. there was a possibility that they were going to have to deal with this. Chewing the inside of his mouth he stared off at the wall behind her, thinking about how they should handle this. Glancing over he looked to see where Kit was, they all needed to speak. Right now. Eyes falling on Locket beside her it was quite obvious Kit had heard the news as well.  So much for the meet and greet, looks like they'll be cutting it short. Sari met Anklet's glance with equal worry. Thiiiis was not exactly the best way to greet new people into the bases, some of them are just refugees with no way to defend themselves let alone fight some giant monstrosity. Longcoat overheard the exchange, his expression the same melancholy it always is. "Oh, that's justprecious!" he quips with a gesture. "Why don't we just invite it in for some tea, have a little garden party? Perhaps it just needs a hug!" It wasn't often you'd see her expression change dramatically, but Kits brows slid right down from their neutral position, and her eyes opened wide, staring off to the wall. And today was supposed to be a good day. Blinking a couple times ane making eye contact with Anklet, she skewed her face back to how it always was - a forced relaxation - and she stepped quickly onto the platform. "How long ago was this?" While soft, she was still very authoritative, and her sons shoulders tensed for that undertone as he straightened out, his composure regained enough now to manage. "Can't be more than ten minutes - we ran for at least five. It's probably in now." He shook his head "It was huge, at least a third of the wall height, and it wasn't standing straightened, it was at least fourty feet tall. At least." He might have looked a little freaked out.  And cut his mother off before she could ask abother question. "Naturalized - Yellow. Whatever the hell yellows are."  And so became the day Kit learned she would be able to swallow ten mouthfuls of glass and prefer it to today. "Greed." Anklet said with a neutral tone, letting that sink in. After letting the initial shock of the information ware off his eyes hardend as he straightened up. There was no time to stand around, they needed to get to the city and fast - but first they needed to handle the new arrivals. Most of them weren't fit to fight a normal ghost, let alone a pure one - there was no chance he was about to drag them all into a warzone. Turning to Kit he seemed ready, face set shoulders back, he looked determined and he was. He was not going to let hundreds if not  thousands of people to die and he was going to make sure of it. "We need to leave immediately. Where is Rook? We need someone to watch this group and keep them calm."  Demons be damned, this is what Angels do. When Anklet asked where Rook was, the good doctor was kind enough to point out his colleague for him. "She's over there with the tribal that was hunting shadows. Maybe we should sic him on the beast, spook it off with his quickdraw skills." Looking over to Rook, Kit nodded with a gesture and immediately strode offstage towards her - a couple brief words and the Southern Belle strutted up with them. "Y'all get goin righ' now!" she hissed "Ah can take over the kids, it'll be faine. Round up who y'all need an go!" Kit didn't need second notice to figure that one out - she was off again to go grab some of the Angels, assuming her son and siblings-in-arms to be doing the same.

**--DEMON OBJECTIVES--**

<Gertaku051> Talk about arriving late to the party. The robe clad Archangel named Obi had FINALLY decided to get off his lazy bum and go to that little meeting/shindig that was going on in Delta. Pulling up the hood on his robe, Obi tied Guinness around his waist and headed out to greet the others. If they were still there of course. Spoiler alert: they were.

<Yuki-chan001> Uniform looked up the stage, by reading the body language somthing was amiss with the higher ups and the 2 lads that just ran in. he wanted to await further orders or a jab from bifocals. Pom was at the moment staring at and following a bug on the floor, she didnt know why maybe because she ran out of things to do, maybe she should race the bug.

<hitagashi> Something was happening. Too much tension in the air. Looking to Uniform, she noted that he could see it too. Still, Bifocals acted as if she were completely relaxed and carefree, smug grin firmly in place. Whatever was happening would be explained. That in mind, she did make sure to smack her friend in the back of the head. "Look natural, idgit."

<Gertaku051> And he arrived. Sighing to himself, he stared at the open door way a bit nervous. Please just PLEASE let him get through this meeting without llooking like a nervous nelly. Ducking his head first, Obi stepped inside of the meeting area, already spotting some familiar faces as he spotted Anklet and Kit talking to Trag and.... was that Locket? He needed to pay attention to faces more often. Sombering his way past the others, the only thing that really stood out from him beside his height was his overgrown bangs of hair that popped out of the hood, proving that maybe the archangel's hair game was becoming maybe a bit to strong. Just a BIT.

<Yuki-chan001> "Oof!, you still hit hard" rubbbing the back of the head he whispered "old habits die hard…. how big do you think it is?" Uniform calmed down and said in a calm tone. Pom started running at the bug it ran too (probly out of the fear of being squished) making pom beam with enjoy ment for a moment , efor hitting her head on the back wall at near-full speed. <hitagashi> "Funny enough I'll always be stronger, the joys of being older than dirt!" She let out a laugh and made a vague motion that most would think was odd but that she was conveying to her friend to say she didn't know. "Relax, enjoy the fun. You're so old, buddy." <vividExplorer> "Can i have you're attention please." Anklet said stepping twards the edge of the stage, his tone had changed. now still light as when he first addresed them he had an undertone of athority. He needed to be heard. "I am sorry to interrupt you all but there is a situation off base that needs to be resolved. We will be leaving you in the care of Dr. Waltz while we are away" he said guesturing to Rook, who was of to the side. " now please before we go i wish to ask if all angels present will kindly fallow us." stepping off the stage he calmly walked to were kit and the others were before proceeding. <hitagashi> At the announcement, Bifocals gave a winning sort of grin to her wife, kissing her forehead and making sure all her pretty self stayed right where she would be safe. Ingenue bat at the hands and checked to make sure that Bifocals had her spare glasses before waving at her to leave. The soft, "A Ghrá mo Chroí" from the little person was all the angel needed to know it was time to go. She walked towards the exit and gave a last grin to her wife. Time to go kick some ghosty ass. That in mind, she grabbed hold of her friend's arm and hissed at Uniform to move, move, move. <Yuki-chan001> Uniform grinned " yea yea" lightly hits bifocals shoulder and starts walking "lets go lass". Pom sat on the floor rubbing her poor wittle forehead "owie…." she didnt hear the instruction quiet clear after hitting the wall. <FaroresVault> As his father started an announcement, Trag nodded towards Sari "I'm going to grab some gear and throw them in the vans - just in case." the vehicles were fast, and good for the angels who would not be able to fly quickly...and any people who were tagging along - not that there would be many. With that, he skittered off again toward the armory...ballistics vests might be useful. Allowing Anklet to say his piece, Rook waved at her announcement. "G'evenin" she smiled, looking about "Real pity y'all can't come along, might get excitin', but we place ya safety as a highest priority. Maybe next time." she laughed "I'm stationed in Psi, and run the Psychology department an head a large portion of the orphanage..." with that, she began explaining some of the duties and work of each base, if only to inform and keep their attention on something other than those leaving. <theprophetgamer> "Nuh-uh, I ain't fighting some giant bug!" Locket was bound determined to stay, but Sari gave her a /gentle/ nudge towards Trag. "Then help get shit together for those that are. And make sure Trag doesn't double-over, that stuff stains." An exchange of stuck-out tongues and the two split off to preform their separate duties.  Longcoat, well...he's going, but not to fight(he would if it came to it), but to keep the casualties firmly in the zero category. "And people wonder why I drink..."  Without Catechism, Balaclava couldn't assist in this hunt, and what a truly grand one it would have been! With Rook addressing the others that remained, he looked to the Chief Shaman for guidance, but they were gone. Puzzled, lost, and bored of staring at the wall, the tribal takes a seat and anxiously listens to the doctor talk. If nothing else, he can help keep these people safe, that's some penance. <hitagashi> Bifocals smirked at her friend and considered him. "Think I should carry you to speed your slow behind up?" Uniform insulting was probably the best way to start a fight, now that she thought of it. "Honestly, Doll would move faster than you." <Yuki-chan001> Uniform gave a smirked and picked up speed "Well then" slightly passing her "i think doll is a pretty faster runner then!" Pom decided to sit against the wall looking across the room the the group of grown ups talking……but wheres the other nice people that were on the stage "hmmm….?" <SenseiDezzy> Chaqueta , enjoying mingling with Romper the hair, didn’t notice the commotion going up on stage. Occasionally she’d turn her head to keep her eyes peeled for the rainbow powered kitten, Pom. Unfortunately as much as she tried her best to keep a routine vigilant eye on the girl, Pom was just too fast and the crash into the wall send motherly sirens off. “So sorry to cut things short but I got a kitten to attend too,” she politely said in rush before making a dash for Pom. Chaqueta checked to make sure she hadn’t cracked her skull or anything, guiding her away from the dastardly wall that dare hurt her kitten. “Are you alright, sweety? Are you hurt anywhere?” She spoke softly to Pom, concern visible in her voice. As much as she really, and she REALLY wanted, to listen to attractive southern belle accent explain how thing run around here, thebig questions she had when arrived… children wellbeing come first. <Yuki-chan001> Pom cuddles into mama chacha "i-imma okay~…" pom had only a small bruise from the impact but she had learned her lesson, dont race bugs. <FaroresVault> Kit took a few longer strides and turned to face the angels following.  "We have received news of a naturalized ghost touching down in New Daten - we are presently acting to intervene and repent this ghost, as Demons lack this ability and we do not want unnecessary deaths within the city. If you are a fast flyer, please follow Anklet and myself. If you are not, or cannot," she pointed towards her son, skittering past "Follow Tragus, he will get you there in short order. Are we understood?" <theprophetgamer> Meh. Flight. Never was much for the friendly skies, but in cases like this, he'd endure. Reputation and all that. His quad-wings deployed, he takes a warm-up hover while the other heads do....whatever it is they do. Sari already took a seat in one of the vans; It's not her Lambo, but she doesn't DARE put Ezio at risk! sadly, she gets to share the ride with that weird masked cult leader. Hooray. <Yuki-chan001> "loud and clear"uniform was quick to make the first reply and looked to his choices, looking mainly over to Anklet signifying his destination to bifocals ready when ever. <FaroresVault> As the group walked outside, Kit unfurled her wings, tucking her bottom two in around her legs - she'd only need those on high wind. Looking to Anklet she nodded. "You set?"  Meanwhile, Tragus piled himself in to the modified van - if his mother could do anything, it was build a fast car. He started the engine and allowed it to idle, whistling people over.   <Eevelion> “Hey, maybe I will get to see your weapon, and while mine’s probably not gonna be as cool as yours, I guess you’ll get to see mine too.” Crown said to Sadie with a smile before hopping into the back of the van. <FaroresVault> Holy shit. Holy shit she can use her gun. "Whoo nelly little lady you're in for a lot of fun!" she stated with a grin, slipping in to the back with her. She could fly, but she didn't want to leave the new girl alone, either. This would do. <Yuki-chan001> Uniform walked over to Kit and Anklet bringing out his own wings fanning them out slightly as prep <vividExplorer> Hearing that several people were ready Anklet made haste topside fuck walking, he may not be sprinting right now but he sure as hell made quick work of what was left between him and the exit. He didn't even know if his wings were out before or after he made it through the door but he didn't care, they were out and he was ready. Stretching his wings to their full length he shook them out making sure they were ready to go. "Ready for take off" he said giving kit a smile and little salute before dropping into a runners starting positioned, bringing his wings close to his body. <FaroresVault> As Whiplash unleashed her screech from the spell damage, the echoes of it stretched out through the base. The fucker was loud Kit followed suit, cringing a little at the sound. God damn. She bolted out ahead of him and took off - her wings were built for speed, and she needed less time to get the air under her feathers. Ten seconds out and she was gone. <theprophetgamer> "AND it screams, too, wonderful. Oh, how I love tending to ruptured eardrums!" Longcoat's tonedeafness didn't help to buffer that horrid shriek much, feeling it in his teeth. He travelled a bit slower than Kit or the others, but he could glide very well, burning less energy. Besides, he's not going on the front line. He'll get there when he gets there.

<FaroresVault>People had taken off, and the doors of the van closed. Right. Trag peered around to the people behind him "You all buckled in?" He took a glance too - so they were. "Right then, hold on to your butts." he laughed, pulling the vehicle to the cleared street and flicking on the nitrous just before he floored it. The motherfuckers may as well have flown. DEMON RP:

<link2125> "...Les Diabolique?" Mousquetaire said into her phone, pondering for a moment. "...No, I'm not sure a horror would be quite appropriate for a first impression. Set aside one for just myself though, I'll have to come and see it on my own time. A stage adaptation sound inter-" Mous was cut off, however, as she felt the tremor shake the building. She glanced around the room a bit, as if trying to divine if someone in the room was responsible, and noticed the higher-ups speaking in hushed tones, moving with a sense of urgency. She had some suspiscion that the two were related, but figured it would be pertinent to keep her head down. She moved over to the snack table where DJ was addressing everyone, exchanging a few glances with the others there.

<hitagashi> Tiara considered her wife for a moment and shrugged. She sent a quick text to her saying 'roger' before walking through the room so she could reach home. Honestly, she could, probably, go with. She had Squeaky with Crown for a good reason, after all. But as it was, the woman had... regressed and that meant her focus was on her family. She gave another text, however, to her 'If you need me, just say it. Squeaks will protect her if you need me.' With that, she pretty much stalked out, a venomous glare sent to anyone in her vicinity. VF watched Tiara go with a sneer hidden beneath its surgical mask, eyes being drawn back to everyone else. It looked down at PC once it stood to full height and tilted its head. "Ｓｈｏｕｌｄ Ｉ ｓｔａｙ ｏｒ ｇｏ?" Meaning, should it stay and keep the newbies safe or should it go and beat a threat to the populace. Honestly, it didn't care either way.

<FaroresVault> PC gestured Volto closer and spoke very quietly - he was an experienced member of both Hell Corp and worked in the Resistance, he knew the man could keep his cool. "We're dealing with a Ghost up top - You can fight fairly well, my first instinct says to go up and reconvene with Bangle. Between the lot of you you can pass some information back to me, and I'll see what I can do for you from here."

<FaroresVault> **--UNLOCKED NPC: PANTCHAINS, PhD OF NEUROSCIENCE AND ASSISTANT HEAD OF RESEARCH. SPECIALIZES IN GHOST DESIGN, BIOLOGY, AND REFINING. CAN PROVIDE HINTS--**

<Dottie-Senpai>               Etch had been snacking on a cupcake that he hoped hadn't been accidentally covered in paint, and wasn't paying much attention to much around him, but the tremor defiantly distracted him from what he was doing, and he was slightly concerned, but he continued to eat the possibly paint poisoned cupcake anyways, both to try and distract him, and because it was really good, but you could defiantly see his concern in his eyes.

<hitagashi>         Laughing softly, the taller demon gave a mocking salute and a not so mocking bow to its superior. It grinned widely and pressed its hands together with a sort of almost loony joy. "Ｔｈｅｎ ｉｔ'ｓ ｔｉｍｅ ｔｏ ｐｌａｙ ｔｈｅ ｐｉｐｅｒ, ｓｉ?" It waved its cell phone as if to tell him to talk to it when needed and pressed its other, actual mask, to its face. The younger demon amused it, a lot actually, but it respected PC far more than most would guess. Fingers quick over its phone, it sent a quick message to itself to remind it to eat later.

<FaroresVault> Meanwhile on the surface, Bangle was having her own little party. She'd managed to get people off the street, but darting around waving her weapon and avoiding the massive ghosts legs and tail was another story entirely. She could tell that it did....something involving sound, by the way the nearby glass shattered when it opened its mouth and let out an unearthly bellow, and this was one of the few times she was glad to be deaf. The shockwaves from the sound alone were bizarre enough to feel. Dark lords she hoped backup would show up soon, there was only so much she could do with a quick foot and a glorified hula hoop with knives on it.

Cuff had hit the labs first, hauling up basic capture gear for backup's weapons. Simple weapon mods, really, which would assist in incapacitating the ghost rather than strengthening it as their natural weapons would. What a shitty time to not have Angels around. Whose plan was this.

With news heading up, Lunula scooted up to the surface and surveyed the situation taking place - was quite obviously a couple blocks away, what with all the bizarre noises and smoke billowing from the area...she didn't stay to assist civvies. That wasn't her job. Job one: Get over there.

<link2125>          Mous fiddled with her bracelet for a moment, glancing around. The tension in here was thicker than molasses. She glanced over VF and PC, quirking an eyebrow. Something was certainly amiss about that tremor. Waiting for the two to disengage, she walked over to PC and gave a short bow. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced yet. My name is Mousquetaire," she began. "What exactly is going on, if you don't mind me asking?"

<FaroresVault> Smile tightening, he responded with the same familiar gesture. "Pleasure, Miss Mousquetaire." he started, remaining at parade "We have a....event going on on the surface at the moment requiring some combat experience and crowd control. I can't give any further details."

<link2125>          "Combat experience?" Mous replied. "Forgive me if it sounds like I'm boasting, but I think you'll find I'm rather capable." She smiled a bit, flexing and stretching out her hands. "I'd be happy to assist in any way that I can."

<theprophetgamer>      A fast reply to Tiara acknowledging her willingness to help, and will ask for it if needed, Mantle was already well en route with a contingent of her chief ground forces, the Legion of Light. proudly waving the banner of Lucifer himself, these men and women marched in triple-time towards the ghost's playing ground. She reconvenes with Lunula along the way. "First priority is to meet up with the Head Researcher, ensure her survival, see what intel she has gathered about the beast. We shall form a strategy from there." The words were cool and precise, her disdane for the little one's techniques only barely obvious.

<vividExplorer>                DJ nodded at PC before stepping aside pulling his phone out once again. sending a quick message up to Cuff, he guessed of all people it was either him or Bangle getting the containment gear. because of course they were getting that gear, this was not their first rodeo but it had been a long time since the last yes. Pocketing his phone again he rubbed his face, he couldn't act like he had been earlier at the party, this was serious. turning on his heel back towards PC he stepped up beside his friend. having over heard part of their conversation DJ addressed the woman standing in front of them. "Thank you Miss Mousequetaire. We may just take you up on that offer."

<hitagashi>         VF smirked at the new comer beneath its mask, giving a small wave and humming softly to itself. To the surface, it thought, eyes bleeding a bit into something it didn't bother to prevent anymore. Focus, it thought, but the red still tinged into its eyes and it couldn't help the low chuckle building. Assess the situation first then attack. Put the research at highest priority. It was important. It considered them again. "Ｓｈｏｕｌｄ ｔｈｅ Ｍｉｓｓ ｃｏｍｅ ｗｉｔｈ ｍｅ?" Or would she go with one of them? It would leave shortly, either way.

<GeneralLeonhart>        "Aw its cute, I regret giving kill orders now." Commented Chap upon seeing the ghost. She decided since its life span was short, some pictures would suffice. So she bought out her Ipad and took a couple of photos. These would make great references for her personal ghost files. Once done, she set her Ipad down knowing it'd be safe in its case. She had taken position at a distance and an angle. Chapeau had given orders and she trusted her subordinates. So there was no need to supervise them. She instead would sit back and provide support. She just needed to find its immediate weakness. "I do hope my darling Bangle is okay."

<Eevelion>  Robe stirred what little amount of paint was still in her bucket, if the day continued as it was she would probably need to get a refill. Just as she was getting bored of the party the ground shook and all of a sudden people started scurrying around, now she was interested “You!” she addressed the demon eating the cupcake “Go find out what’s happening for me, please?”

<link2125>  Mous nodded to DJ, a confident smile on her face as she looked between him, PC, and VF. "Excellent. Just direct me to wherever I'm needed. I promise not to let you down." She gave a right handed salute, palm outward, before blinking a bit and putting her hand down again. Maybe she was getting a little excited?

<FaroresVault> Head Researcher? So that's where Bangle went. "Alright then, Miss Mantle." she squeaked with a smile "I'll be seeing you there then." Lunula stated, grabbing the book floating about behind her, lowering herself just enough to touch the spell circle with her feet, and pushing back up with all the force her legs could muster, shooting the small girl straight up into the air and onto a nearby building which she scampered across - as the crow flies, it was a thirty second walk. Couldn't say the same for the ground troupes.

Long range, long range... she thought to herself, pausing on the edge of the building and looking below - yes, there she was....and her rapidly approaching brother. My that bag was large. The spindly pianist clearly had more muscle tone to him than she had previously thought. Assessing the situation, Lunula began to come to the conclusion that perhaps offense was not yet her best tactical option....that thing on the Ghosts chest was getting brighter and lifting...something out of the collapsed building.

"Souls." she breathed, rubbing her hands together and letting out a bright array of sparks. No, that's what gets a Ghost larger, we'll need to stop this shit immediately. Remove its power source, and you pull the plug. Directing her tome ahead of her, Lunula could be seen navigating through the book and settling on one spell which would help deflect damage to the buildings in the immediate area. She'd made plenty of use of it in the Vatican.

Cracking her knuckles, Lunula began to cast, a dust slipping from her palms. With a swift swipe of her arm, she covered the buildings on the other side of the street, and then repeated for this one. Her Greek was old. Very old. But very strong, and the buildings received a bright sheen. [dice range: 1-6. Roll: 4 - moderate effective] This should last long enough.

<Dottie-Senpai>  Etch was slightly confused holding his half eaten cupcake, he wouldn't mind knowing himself but he doubted they would tell him anything anyways, and even if they would, he didn't know how to ask. "Um, I would love to ask, but uh, I don't think they would tell me anything anyways" Etch forced his words out, even if he was just as curious as the painter, he was to afraid to what was happening himself.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema was at loss. Whats going? Why are people leaving? Has the event ended for today? The poor child’s nerves were starting to go everywhere. He wanted to say something, anything, but his throat wouldn’t allow it. He didn’t object to the order Robe gave his friend Etch, seeing as he himself too was curious. So caught up in his slight panic, he poured himself a glass of the contaminated punch… and grabbed a napkin and spat it out.

<FaroresVault> Checking his phone, Cuff looked between the ghost and it, sending DJ a quick photo and the following <<We've gotten capture gear ready, and Lunula is casting something- we'll be needing people here quickly.>>

PC nodded towards VF and Mous "Best make way then - Bangle will need all the help she can get." He smiled "You know my number if you need assistance, Volto, feel free to share it." with that he turned to Etch and Diadema - someone needed to keep them checked up - and Robe, he hadn't quote noticed her where she was situated until he drew nearer "Are you guys doing alright?"

<vividExplorer> pulling out his phone yet again when he had gotten a message back from Cuff he swallowed a bit. it was big, compared to the buildings around it that was not a question. top it off it was a pure ghost, it looked like a greed by its coloring. this was not good. Looking at VF and Mouse, DJ nodded to what PC told them. "Hurry" was all he said before they left and he turned to fallow PC back to the table a little ways away. <link2125> Mous nodded, before swiftly making her way out of the hall, being sure to do so with discretion for the sake of those not quite up to speed. Of course, she was out, she hurried a bit more earnestly, heading for the exit, though keeping an eye out for anyone else who might be leaving to go help tackle... whatever was going on. <GeneralLeonhart> Once Lunula was finished, Chapeau felt it was safe for her to join in. She did not want any more damage to her city if possible. That meant she had to slowdown this ghost, take away its initiative and give her troops the advantage. If she could make curse stick too, that would be lovely. So she retrieved the Iphone in her pocket. This particular device simply held quick references and certain spells. For the most part, these had been practiced time and time again. All Chapeau really needed was to refresh herself. It was simply all about the phrasing. And within the moment of unlocking, she tabbed around and found something useful. "Perfect" She raised her hand, locking her vision onto the ghost. She aimed to debilitate as much as possible. Slowing it down was primary, but she aimed to weaken its resistance to attacks. Very slowly she aimed her finger attack at Whiplish, unleashing what she felt was justifiable. [dice range: 1-6. Roll: 6 - Extremely effective] "Opps, reel it in a bit Chapeau, you aren't trying to show off." She really needed to tone it down. <theprophetgamer> The mass or armed and armored bodies comes to a halt near Cuff and Bangle, weapons ready to bear. Mantle approaches the two, hands behind her. She looks at the capture gear, looks at the ghost, back to the gear, then to the two. "Seriously?' <SenseiDezzy> He did his best to put on a forced smile, nodding while wiping his mouth. Diadema nudged Etch, as if saying ‘nows the time to time to ask whats going on ey’. He was too embarrassed with his previous act to ask himself. <Dottie-Senpai> Etch came to his senses and nodded as well, forcing out his question, "Um, yeah, were fine, but uh, whats going on? if you don't mind me asking, that is." He tried his best to look as calm as possible, though it was very visible that he was very nervous. <FaroresVault> Whiplash had scaled the walls and started her search for more souls - she needed more souls. She didn't know why, but there was a powerful want deep in her belly; what she had was never enough. But look - they came to her. So many ran screaming, and that pink one kept her from chasing them down, but more came in their stead. She emitted more of a chirp than a screech, rumbling the ground around her with the volume of her voice and rattling arm plates, her tail coiling about a nearby building. She was confused - not mad, just confused. Then the spell hit. That brought out an unearthly screech - it wasn't unnecessarily painful, but it was unpleasant to the ghost, whose body now felt bizarre under her steps. She tested herself, cracking her tail across one of the nearby buildings - good thing Lunula had set up a defensive. This wouldn't do at all. <link2125> Mous, meanwhile, was just getting out of the building, absolutely rearing to go. She quickly sprinted in the direction of the commotion, though she was gave just a moment's pause as the ghost came into view past the buildings. A ghost that big, in the city? She shook the disbelief out of her head and continued onward, soon coming to the rear of the group that had already assembled. <FaroresVault> Cuff slammed his hands over his ears as the ghost screeched - jesus christ, aside from the bar he was a musician by trade, this was a nightmare. He set up what gear was available and assembled it over his swords, running a set to his sister.  PC looked about the area and sighed, people were filing out at least. "We've a ghost in the city and require combat assistance - if you feel you can handle it, you're free to come up to the surfa--" fuck you could hear the bloody ghost from here now. That was god damn loud. "....surface." <Eevelion> Robe’s ears perked up when she heard PC say there was gonna be a fight, followed by covering her ears when the thing screamed, she knew that tremor was a good sign. If she was going to join the fight she’d need more paint, so she ran off to grab a few more buckets from her room, though to anyone else it would probably just look like she’s going the wrong way. <link2125> Mous clasped her hands over her ears and gritted her teeth at the screech. Damn, that was painful. She doubted it would do much, but she readjusted her masks, setting one over each ear. It was far from soundproof, but it just might provide a bit of relief if that thing decided to open its mouth again. She moved up to the front of the group, coming before Cuff and Bangle, dipping in a quick bow. "Mousquetaire, reporting. I was sent to assist with neutralizing the ghost." raiisng her fists, she brought them together, a metallic slam sounding out as her namesake gloves activated into their weaponized form. "How can I help?" <theprophetgamer> Ok, yeah, that's enough. With a motion, Mantle's troops broke apart; Some took the capture gear and prepared to try what they can while the others and their commander prep to keep it distracted and AWAY from the rest of the city. She had Brother Judas and two squads of heavy shocktroops further inland monitoring the beast's movements. If it presses that far, they will evacuate who they can and guarantee it does not go further. <vividExplorer> Wincing at the loud inhuman shriek he made an educated guess and assumed it was closer than they though, or maybe it was just hella fucking loud. looking at PC beside him he grabbed his arm calmly. "Are you going?" He silently asked staring at his friend waiting for a response. he didn't even need to say anything, knowing the other for so long he can tell depending on the way he looks at him. that was a good thing, cause DJ didn't know if he could even make words come out of him mouth at the moment. <GeneralLeonhart> "Ow" remarked Chap as she covered her ears. She wasn't in the direct blast of the noise, but it still wasn't pleasant. "Necessary? Was it? You big baby." Remarked Chap, who felt the spell wasn't THAT strong. But she decided now from having watched it a bit, that she should get closer and buff. <FaroresVault> PC shook his head "Chap put me in non-combative roles eons ago, remember? I'm assuming I'm still bound to that." <SenseiDezzy> Diadema’s eyes widened. A ghost? No way! But the tremors and loud shrieking nose was proof enough. He swallowed hard and thought ‘Oh how I want to stay out of this but gosh darn it wouldn’t it make mother possibly praise me if I had a part.’ That’s was more than enough to convince the boy. He nodded, a look of determination in his eyes and said, “ I want to help too!” <FaroresVault> Lunula winced at the shriek, stretching her arms out. Sound. Sound, sound. Maybe if she tried to direct the sound away..?  She began rolling her wrist, building up a tailwind. [Range Spell: 1-4. Roll 2. Wait roll: 1 post] Once enough speed was built up around her palm, she kept rolling it in place, ready to fire off when Whiplash looked to be making more of a racket. Cuff stared at Mous incredulously. "Introductions are not a good choice right now!" he hissed grabbing her gently by the arms and pulling her to a safer area now that the ghosts tail had begun thrashing about. "Cufflink - the woman is Bangle. See the silver pile there? Get some of that on your weapon and try to pull this thing down." Gloves. fucking gloves what the hell was she going to do with gloves. Glancing between Diadema and DJ, PC smiled again. That seemed to be his natural response to things. "Then get up top and follow the yelling." He forked a card from his pocket to Diadema "My number, if you have any questions, I can probably assist. Now get going, they'll need it." <Dottie-Senpai> Etch was very careful in answering but it didn't take long for him to nod in agreement, he saw it as an opportunity to regain some trust with his caretakers and he didn't want to pass up possibly the only chance he would get. I'll go too, I uh, I dont want to miss out" he adjusted his belt and took a deep breath feeling a rush of determination to prove himself <link2125> As Mous was pulled aside and given instructions, she nodded in understanding. she did occasionally have to remember that formalities had a time and place. Retrieving some of the gear, she made sure it was fastened to her knuckles and palms, and gave them another nod, carefully moving out and taking a moment to observe. Rushing in there would prove foolish, she'd need it good and distracted if she was to be able to do anything.. All she thought was possible at the moment was to throw things, but that would likely just piss it off as things were. <vividExplorer> "you never know" DJ said quietly now turning to everyone else in the room. "If you are coming up top to assist please fallow me and be ready. once we are out side you are to follow me to fit your weapons with containment gear, so your weapons won't make it any stronger if you attack. I hope you are all ready, try to keep pace with me." hand still on PC's arm he gave it a squeeze and a "Stay safe." Before running to one of the doors leading to the exit of the building, tearing off his jacket as he did so. <SenseiDezzy> A quickly stammered ‘yes sir!’ and Diadema as off following DJ. While following not too far behind, he took off his headband, nervously broke it into two, and the broken hairband warped around his hands. Let’s hope these claws can be of use. <Eevelion> Robe walked back into the hall just as the rest were heading out, somehow managing to fit a total of three cans into those tiny arms of hers, she picked up her pace to step into the line. <hitagashi> Volto Foglia considered the people rushing around it. A roll of its eyes, it turned to PC with a sort of slow motion. Patting him on the head, it waved its phone again before making its way forward. As it moved, the mask on its face gave way to its whip, long legs taking it quickly forward. It looked over at Diadema and Etch almost curiously. Poor little precious things. <GeneralLeonhart> Chapeau finally found herself a good vantage point. From here she could see most of the group. She also was partially hidden behind a few buildings from the ghost. From here she would begin to focus on protective spells for the ground troops. Should they need it, they would have cover. [Protect Spell: 1-4. Roll: 4 Moderate] This would have to do, it was just a back up in case they were attacked. It'd take her a bit to make sure everyone present was covered. <FaroresVault> Noooo. Nnnnoooo people were moving. This looked aggressive. The ghost curled her tail in close and repositioned herself, cracking it back down near the containment gear - they were aiming for this, and so, so would she. Her arm plates were rattling again, occasionally cracking together sharply enough to send a loud ringing through your head. Slamming one of her arms down, the ghost crouched further, her tail taking more swipes at the buildings, causing some damage as the defense spells began cracking under them. <FaroresVault> Her spells were failing...Not strong enough. Lunula's free hand twisted again as she began re-casting [Spell roll range 1-4, Roll 3 - Moderate] and repeating her broad gestures over the buildings. Damn, what was her problem today? The girl flexed her hand, speeding the air around it up and condensing it as she repositioned herself, the circle of the levitation spell working as a marker for her location on the ground, as she stepped off the building and positioned herself in the middle of the street, dodging Whiplashes thrashing about. She'd seen ghosts do this before, build up for a feed and then get trapped and generally awful. And that's exactly what was happening.  Pity you have to be euthanized. <GeneralLeonhart> Considering how quickly their defenses went down, they were in trouble. Chapeau decide to unite with Lunula in spell casting. She'd quickly make her way toward the mage to discuss plans. However, this time Chapeau would make sure to put up a secondary barrier. She reviewed the spell for a moment and cast another defense spell. [Spell roll range 1-4, Roll 3 - Moderate] Not her best but better than nothing. Her subordinates could focus on damage, she would focus on minimizing damage. <FaroresVault> PC, stuck in the HQ by default, began to work on the PR explanation for this and handle some of the cover - they'll be needing it. Swinging the hoop around her arm, Bangle had seen enough. There were three spots on this ghost she was going to test, damn it, and so she will. Sauntering back, she rapidly signed at her brother <<Test its jawline, chest, and the vents on its side.>> - once aware that he'd seen and acknowledged it, both cautiously approached the ghost. Even heavily trained, Bangle didn't want none of this in her face. How the hell would she even get up there. <theprophetgamer> With her troops outfitted as much as they could before the ghost got smart and assailed their gear, Mantle waves them to action while barking out words of encouragement. "YOU ARE THE BULWARK AGAINST THE TERROR! YOU ARE THE DEFENDER OF THE MASSES! REMOVE THIS CANCER FROM HIS LIGHT!" The armored mass stormed towards the beast, unleashing hell in the form of firearms and, for those who could close the distance various forms of melee weaponry, several succumbing to the bone-rattling cracks of sound and falling debris, but their press continued on. Grabbing a small damaged car, the Force hefted it overhead with little resistance, preaching as she did. "THERE IS NO RETREAT. THERE IS NO SURRENDER. STRENGTHEN YOUR HEART, HARDEN YOUR SOUL! LAUNCH YOURSELF GLADLY INTO DEATH'S HUNGRY MAW!!" With zealous vigor, the amazon of a demon launches the remains of the vehicle directly at the monstrous blight that dares to befoul the land. [Damage roll range 1-6, Roll 3- Moderate] The smartcar flew like a energy-conscious missile, drilling the ghost right upside the head. NOW who's ears are ringing??? <link2125> Mous eventually got into position, right as she saw the vehicle plow into the side of the ghost's head. Shoot, if she did that now she'd just look like a copy cat. Shaking the thought out of her head, she looked around her immediate area. Current resources were a couple garbage cans and a street lamp. She needed the thing's attention, firstly. Grabbing the lids, she began to bang them together, hopefully just enough that the thing would see her as not much but a minor nuisance, like a fly. And if and when it tried to swat her, she'd be ready, preparing to leap to the side to avoid it. From there, assuming everything went to plan and she didn't end up horribly mangled, she'd grab for the tail and the street lamp, holding on as tight as possible to try and keep the whip out of commission. <vividExplorer> Sarong had wandered off after Chapeau had been taken aside, oblivious to the commotion everybody else was making her only hints to what was going on was the quaking of the ground and the shrill shrieking of something outside. calmly making her way to the front doors she heard a loud CRACK from the ghosts whip, the sound making her flinch and ears draw back. what on earth is going on. curiously she looked around at the people running in the opposite direction and all the destroyed buildings, hmm. eyes finally landing on the creature just mere blocks away from her. It was beautiful, and it was scared. it was rare that her face showed so much awe, then again it was also rare to see such a magnificent beast. looking around the groups of people working towards it it was quite obvious that they had an intent that did not please her in the slightest. that is such a waist of true beauty. none the less she herself fallowed suit, making quick work of the knots in her skirt and her top she slipped off the fabrics in one swift movement. transitioning into her henshin with a slight delay she shrugged it off. if somebody saw a glance of her body for a full 3 seconds its no big deal, in this heat she would go naked if she was allowed to. <FaroresVault> Lunula paused, her eyes trained on Mantle. If you listened quietly, you could hear the girl cackling from far above the street. A complete loss of composure. She threw a fucking car. Oh my god. That was enough distraction for Bangle to move, and she bolted up to the leg, the sharp heels of her long-deployed henshin dredging into the exoskeleton of the ghosts leg while she drug herself up. How the hell was she going to manage this. This ghost was a lot larger than it seemed. What's in the vents? Stream. Souls - lots of souls, and steam....Hmm. Alright. Mous' quiet banging jolted Lunula from her fits - what was the girl doing?? Readying her air spell again, she repositioned herself to pitch it should the kid need backup. Which was quite likely. <GeneralLeonhart> "Alright Lunula, do you think we can s-" Pausing, by putting her hand up for a moment. "Nice" She commented on the transformation, happy she relocated. Just as quickly as she was distracted, she was back to planning. "Alright Lunula, you see that woman at the end? I think she is going to need back up." Moving closer to Lunula and preparing to provide backup. <FaroresVault> Whiplash took a solid step back when Mantles crews charged, her opposite leg taking a swipe at them. Please.  Fatalities. Thanks for the souls! The ghost chirped again, the glow of her sternum brightening, and a blast of light shooting out of the vent, forcing Bangle to skitter back. **--SOULS GAINED, SPEED DEBUFF LOWERED**-- <FaroresVault> Nodding, Lunula pointed Mousquetaire out "I think I have an idea of what she's going to try. If I'm correct, we'll need to get the tail down." she gestured about the length of the ghost. <link2125>Mous grimaced a bit as the banging seemed not to catch its attention. Of course, as she glanced around again, she noticed that a couple eyes were on her. She pointed along Whiplash's tail from where she stood, and mimed a sort of grappling motion to try and convey her plan to her. Hopefully she'd get the memo that she needed the tail down within her reach. She considered for a moment to hurl the garbage cans themselves at the creature to get its attention, but upon examining the ghost closer, she spotted Bangle clinging to it. It seemed hard enough to hang on without it whipping around to see what was behind it. She merely contented herself with getting ready to grab the tail as soon as it came close. <Eevelion>When Robe got close enough to the ghost she took a seat in the middle of the road, set her cans down and got to work prying open a can of yellow. Using her magic, she levitated a few paintball sized balls of… well… paint and launched them at the beast, hoping to maybe poke out an eye or two, or at least what she assumed were eyes. [Damage roll range 1-6, Roll 4 – Moderate] Unfortunately the shot arced a bit wide and missed its target, in fact, it missed Whiplash entirely. <FaroresVault> Luns eyes followed Mous' motions - it wasn't the easiest to see her in full detail from here, but the gist was clear. "Miss Chapeau, what's your plan. I'll knock it down, any suggestions past this?" <hitagashi> It took some time but VF had finally gathered what it had needed. It was proud of itself and took a look at the... rather stupid looking ghost. Oh, it was pretty, but it was also kind of... well. Maybe it was just still used to the ghosts made by demons so long ago. It had, after all, been out of action since the uprising. A sigh and it turned its eyes to the people that were fighting. Magic. Lords, it hated magic some days. At least outside of its family. With a sigh, it trudged towards the battle, grumbling to itself and Selvaggia almost dragging along behind it. It sent a quick thing to PC, though, telling him he owed it a cinnamon roll. It was only fair, after all. "Ｈｕｎｇｒｙ." <FaroresVault> There were strange tailwinds making the angels travel to the City more difficult, the the problem area was clear as day. Bright and shiny, too, what a luminescent ghost. Checking over her missing shoulder for any of the other angels tagging along, Kit arched herself and then nosedived, bringing her wings in close and shooting down to the cement like a bullet. Landing like one, too, for how hard she hit it and skid back, lifting up and whipping around in her turn, pulling her spare weapons from a back pouch and flipping the staff out. Multiple other angels followed suit in their landing, Sadie excitedly pulling her namesake from her ears and pulling out Bottler. Trag, however, was making a point to keep up as much as he could. He was good at this parkour thing and all, and his weapons were handy, but damn if they weren't as fast as wings. <GeneralLeonhart> "Once it hits the ground, we'll open attacks from everyone. Some of us don't have long range and are better close range. Knocking it down will destroy its mobility and any attacks would be harmful. Just keep it down as best you can." Looking back to Mous and motioning an 'OK' <Dottie-Senpai> Etch had been starring at the scene for some time now, mainly out of fear, but also out of realization that thats a big ghost, and his weapon is a very close range weapon, and that would mean he'd have to get pretty close to it if he wanted to land a hit on it, and he wasn't all to sure if that was a good idea, especially with his inexperience in battle. <vividExplorer> There was a young woman running in the direction of the chaos, coming up the street behind the big nasty. if you have never seen a woman run in 5 inch heels today was your lucky day. Lavalier practically sprinting towards the direction of the HQ she quickly came up behind the ghost near where Mouse was waiting for her chance to snag its tail. "Whats going on." she more said just to say it, it was actually quite obvious what was going on at the moment. taking in what was happening around her she all but ripped off her necklace and changed it into Filigree, her beauty of a musket. it was probably a real bad idea to be unequipped with containment gear, but it made her feel better anyway. "Do you need a hand?"

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Pantchains lagged a little behind the others in research, figuring he wasn't entirely required there on the nose, not being a head and all. He'd show up. But between Cufflink and Bangle, the family with Sailor Moon legs, he lagged behind naturally anyhow. Besides, he had no idea what the hell they were talking about; he understood sign language well, but they used a sort of personal cypher...clearly years of slang and gesture built up between them. Maybe he should take up speech pathology and linguistics. Whoop, there his phone went. Whoop there was the sarcastic mouthing and "blah blah" gesture. "Yeah whatever dude sometimes you're busy but I'm being hauled by the ear here." <Eevelion> Robe pivoted on her heel toward Chapeau, the motion causing a bit of the paint in her bucket to spill out “Halt? No my name’s Robe.” Next she spun toward DJ, again splattering a bit of paint “Meaning of what, sir?” she looked down and saw the paint on his foot, leaning over to get a better look “Ooooh, you stepped in my paint, you know usually you’re not supposed to touch paint until it dries, dummy.” <theprophetgamer> The shouting of DJ caught Mantle's attention right quick. If one high-ranker was having issues, no doubt more are not far behind. Without a second thought, she tore ass down the halls to find the source of the problem. "Something always goes haywire when fresh meat arrive..." Lookit that grumpyface, kinda cute in a murderous, break-your-back-make-you-humble way. <GeneralLeonhart> Chapeau couldn't help but snicker. "Mr. DJ I will handle the situation." Chap simply said looking down at Robe and smiling. "If you are gonna walk around in paint, here." She motioned walking to a spot. "Start here and make sure you get around the door. I hate this carpet, its about time someone messed it up." She wanted to replace this old thing, paint spill write-off was her excuse. "Now Mr. Dj please come with me." <link2125> Mous straightened back up, nodding to Lunula and smiling lightly. "That would be splendid, thank you," she replied, before the sound of raised voices met her ears. Eyes trailing down to the floor, she too noted the blue and green footprints covering the floor. "Though, it would appear someone was kind enough to mark the way." Well, at least she knew that she wasn't to be the first one there now. "Shall we, then?" She followed along just behind Lunula, though she did know exactly where she was going, to be honest. <Dottie-Senpai> As Etch got closer to the main hall he heard the yells coming from it, and it only took him a second to speed up, not wanting to get yelled at for being late. When he arrived in the main hall he could already see the reason for the yelling and tried to avoid it best he could as he entered, before standing aside and trying to calm himself down in his head. <theprophetgamer> Ah, good. Mistress dealt with....whatever had happened. Now Mantle can return to a more relaxed state...wait, why are the wall fixtures all blurry? Why can't she stop? Why is there fresh paint everywhere? Oh blessed Light, that's the door. The amazon of a demon cleared the portal for her adoptive mother and resident Enforcement agent, but chose to do it the hard way: Hello new recruits, this pile of inhumanity is one of your Superiors. <SenseiDezzy> Soon as Diadema had made it to the room, prepared to give his greeting he half he was sure to not fuck up (but probably would regardless, only to find the room completely… empty. Am I early? I’m sure this is the place he thought anxiously to himself to. At a loss of what do he just stood there by the chocolate fountain, he didn’t want to touch any of the sweets till someone else arrived. He noticed Etch had arrived and let out a sigh of relief, he was happy the first face he’d see was one that was familiar to him and politely waved at him. <FaroresVault> DJ's yelling again. What now. Did someone breathe funny? Pants too short? Ugly shoes? Who knew. Cuff made a note to either ask him what the hell happened later, or it'd be more apparent when they arrived. His sister was yammering about...something. Yes. Something was a good description. Her signs were erratic and flip flopping between topics at a very rapid place - at least she was excited? Moments later, however, Bangle stopped mid motion and stared at the floor, her eyes trailing up over the green and blue spatters as she quickened her pace forward, peering in to the hall and taking the situation in to account. Though she did find it odd that Chap looked bemused more than irate - but then again, in comparison to DJ as a whole...

Great, Toothpaste is hollering. What's the issue now? The only thing PC could pray for was some schadenfreude, especially after the other night.

Gesturing ahead, Lunula happily led the way, paying little mind to the new decor "Absolutely. What a thoughtful gesture." she laughed as they slipped through the doorway in short time. Many new faces, though she extended a polite sort of curtsey bow to Miss Chapeau. <vividExplorer> DJs anger flared for a moment opening his mouth to speak back to the new demon, he quickly snapped it and held his tongue however when Chapeau had stepped in. hearing what she had to say his shoulders slumped, that's it? that is all she had to say to her?? glancing to Chap with slight disbelief he sighed and took a step to fallow the potentate. "Yes Mistress, of course." whining under his breath at the gross slick feeling of the paint on his foot . as he walked he made itty bitty foot prints every other stem, they kind of reminds me of cat paws. if only he was that cute all the time. <link2125> Mous followed Lunula in, taking care not to step in any of the paint, and gave a short bow to any one that might be looking in her direction. Well, this was certainly an interesting situation to walk in on. Mous took a seat wherever one was available, and casually observed her new colleagues. Well, at least working here would prove to not be dull. <GeneralLeonhart> Chap looked around at the nice crowd that gathered. Returning any formalities shared by her subordinates. "Please, let us all move near the entrance. I fear no one will find us over here in the corner." Motioning for the rest to follow over to the area where Diadema and Etch were. She could see Mous in the distance and would motion for her to come. "Don't sit the party out, join us." <Eevelion> “Bye bye Mr. DJ” Robe chuckled before focusing on the canvas the other demon had sanctioned for her, taking a seat on the floor, dipping a brush in her bucket and getting to work on ruining the carpet she apparently disliked. <Dottie-Senpai> Etch had been rather unsure as to why he had come in the first place, probably out of fear or something along those lines, and standing in the room only made him more self conscious then he was before, though he felt allot more relieved as somebody he knew entered the room, and he gave a slightly awkward wave back, unsure whether or not he should initiate conversation, and not even sure what he would talk about if he did. <theprophetgamer> We shall ignore this mishap and never speak of it ever. Mantle stood and inspected her form, the only paint on her boots, giving a heavy sigh. She just polished them this morning, Lucifer be damned. She silently strides behind the others, if she stays in the back, as she usually does thanks to her height, then no-one will see that little....lapse in poise. <hitagashi> Tiara, in any other circumstance, might have laughed at the situation. As it was, the demon merely followed behind Mantle with an amused grin on her face. Well, amused was a nice way to say it. It was more creepy than anything with how wide she was grinning. Still, she did stand close enough to do what she needed to keep her lovely lady safe and happy and- was that paint? Oh, she liked these newbies already!

It had taken... time for the masked demon (well, formerly, it rarely wore it anymore) to get into the swing of things again. It felt it was acceptable, seeing as it had been MIA for years. So it was with that that had it walking into the large meeting area in more of a predatory prowl than a walk but still same as it always had before otherwise. It considered the demons it could see and made its way with steady strides to where Diadema was. "Ｈｅｌｌｏ." <link2125> Mous rose as she was addressed, adjusting her masks a bit and making her way over to the slowly building crowd. Her hands flexed just a bit, beginning to regret her decision not to bring any popcorn along with her. It seemed like it would be unprofessional to do so, but given the semi-relaxed atmosphere, she probably could have gotten away with it. She straightened her tie just a bit (not that it wasn't already straight), and joined the gathering, politely dipping to everyone. "A pleasure to meet you all. I am Mousquetaire."

<Eevelion> Robe stood up after having some picture of a… green alien cow creature? There wasn’t much indication of what it is actually meant to be. Anyway, after grabbing her materials she walked over to join the rest of the group near the door, taking a spot on the opposite end of the huge demon, big people scared her.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema tried to say something along the lines of “ Hey come over here and check out this sweet spread of sweets!” but his cursed stutter wouldn’t even allow him to get the first word out. He settled for gesturing Etch his with one hand and pointing at the fountain with another. He looked pretty cheerful… till turned his head and notice the, what he though was, a scary looking Demon. He couldn’t help up jump a little, but quickly composed himself when he realized it had greeted him. “ Oh! He.. He.. HeEEEllo there.”

<vividExplorer> Ears perking up as Chapeaus voice filled the Head Quarters with her voice Sarong hummed a bit looking down at her work. She wanted to continue but it would probably be best if she attended this event along with the others. taking a moment to carefully put away her work she walked out of her chilly lab, smoothly making her way to the main hall where she assumed the others would also be. stopping for a moment to look at the blobs of paint on the ground, how odd. there must be something going on inside perhaps this will prove more interesting that she had first thought. letting the light smile grace her flushed face she leisurely stepping around the paint prints without a care. Ooh what do we have here, there are so many new faces among the crowd they all seem very interesting on their own if she would say so herself. After all, today seems to promise a very pleasurable experience or two.

<hitagashi> There was a head tilt, black framed eyes wide and curious. There was a cute person in a pretty outfit and a cute person in short shorts? It didn't matter, both Diadema and Etch were precious in its mind. It crouched down to be of a more reasonable height and to be less intimidating but honestly it looked more ready to fight this way than it did walking. It's for this reason that the tall demon addressed them both and tried to at least seem to be kind. Which wasn't difficult since it liked cute things. "Ｍｙ ｎａｍｅ'ｓ ＶＦ, ｗｈａｔ'ｓ ｙｏｕｒｓ?"

<GeneralLeonhart> Chapeau simply took a look around, she realized everyone she needed was here. But she also noticed her prayers had been answer. There were many beauties in this room and another one walked in. She over heard Mous and smiled. "The pleasure is mine, darling."

<FaroresVault> Hmm. Bangle had found her way towards Chapeau and the other heads, but Cuff scanned over the crowd for some of the new kids - some were familiar faces through The Lackadaisy. He'd need to give Bolero that heads up, especially if DJ wasn't aware of them yet. More record-keeping than anything...The shy ones, too. Poor kids. He just hoped they'd conduct themselves well enough. Pantchains had performed the same actions as Cufflink, shaking his head at some of the turnout. Interesting bunch. He gave DJ a quick wave before situating himself near Etch, more to help tone down the possible response to VF than any need to speak. Preferably, actually, he didn't want to speak. That'd be nice. Just avoid it completely. Lunula, like Bangle, situated herself generally near Chapeau, pulling her book near and pulling out a small envelope. Her voice was hushed in address "Miss Chapeau, Mousquetaire, pardon the brief intrusion. Miss Chapeau, this is the information you had requested earlier. I don't want to accidentally forget to pass it to you at some point today." and she lifted the small envelope to her, stepping back to leave them to their interaction...she was far more interested on reading the body language of those around her, and slowly something simple began to blow under her after a quiet murder and a circular gesture of her leg, bringing her a few feet off the floor. Much better.

<vividExplorer> "Good bye" DJ said to robe in response when he turned to fallow behind Chap. there were many knew people here indeed, taking a look around himself he made mental note of who to speak to before the days end to record. seeing Cuff, Bangle and PC walk in he waved back to his friend watching him walk off to help the young ones that VF seemed to hone in on. watching everyone move to a general area he could only assume that they were going to begin the introductions soon. how fun.

<SenseiDezzy> Calm down Diadema, don’t judge! They might just have different sense in fashion and makeup and.. everything. You’re here to make a good impression remember? “ D… D-dia..ah..dem-m-ma.” He swallowed and took a deep, much need breath. “Diadema. Rank: Serpent. N-nice to meet you all.”

<GeneralLeonhart> "Request?" That caught her attention, as all paperwork usually did. "Ah! wonderful, timely and official. Thank you." Looking to her seat and taking the envelope between her fingers. She couldn't be bothered to carry it around for now. So she flicked it toward her seat, landing it onto of her Ipad. She would read it later, at the moment she had other things. She really should have walked around with her purse. "Miss Lunula, Miss Bangle. Please stay near me, the same applies to you Mantle. Today is big day for you." DJ had not left her side, thankfully. She was worried he'd walk off and tap dance on Robe.

<link2125> So this was the famous Chapeau. Mous gave a polite nod and smile as she responded, though she stepped back and allowed Lunula her brief exchange. Her eyes flicked toward the envelope briefly, but she elected not to pursue the subject. No sense sticking her nose in the business of her superiors, even if they did exude an approachable air. Focusing her attention back to Chapeau, she offered a hand for a more direct handshake. "I'm glad to finally have the opportunity to meet everyone here. I'll admit I was a bit nervous, after the relocation and all, but I'm glad to see that my anxieties were unfounded." She smiled a bit more earnestly.

<theprophetgamer> With a nod, Mantle took her place next to Chapeau, but not before an oddly out-of-character wink to Tiara. it didn't help that if anyone saw that gesture that her face was still that grim stonewall expression she always had...

<Dottie-Senpai> Etch made an attempt to speak, holding his right arm to his side with his left but still standing somewhat strait. He found it difficult to get any words out at all at first but he eventually was able to force out a simple reply, "I, uh, I'm Etch." His words were held back and he immediately regretted speaking at all.

<hitagashi> It was right, this one was cute and precious and needed protection. Well... not protection just VF's entire family mother henning him. The other one too. My, what precious children. "Ｃｕｔｅ."

<FaroresVault> Chapeau seemed to forget Bangle's condition often, it was a good thing she made a point to learn how to lip read the woman specifically, and had been focusing on her, responding before her brother had a chance to do his job << Without question, Mistress.>> Lunula, too, had her attention caught by her address, and responded again with her little curtsey bow...bit odd while a couple feet in the air, but it worked well enough. "Of course, Miss Chapeau." she glanced about the others in the black uniform. She knew none of them. Same game different day. Looking to DJ and running her eyes over the man, an odd smile crossed her face. "Taking up modern art, are we?" she teased.

<SenseiDezzy> “Th-th-thank you,” squeaked the tiny effeminate boy with a ting of blush rising in his face both from the flattery and of embarrassment. Diadema took notice to PC standing near Etch and moved his attention toward him with an nervous smile. The more people to help join the conversation the less pressure he though. “ If I m-m-may ask, what’s yo-yo-yOUR name?”

<FaroresVault> Ah fuck. Smiling softly, PC hooked one wrist into his hand, both situated behind his back. "Pantchains," he responded gently "I work in research." He nodded a little towards VF "We are...ah...acquainted. Try to relax - it means well." Boy howdy did he remember how much the guy...person....? Whatever VF was, fuckin scared him when he first showed up.

<vividExplorer> Sauntering in Sarong just stood back and watched the others interacting waving her hand by her face slightly. it was never a good idea to transfer so quickly from such a cool spot to this uncomfortable heat, moving seemed to help a bit making kind of a little breeze as she walked towards the group of newcomers and our superiors. it seemed to be an inopportune moment to greet the others as they looked about ready to begin... what ever it is that Mistress Chapeau has planned. straightening up a bit at Lunulas comment going a bit redder in the face as he tucked his foot behind the other out of embarrassment. what a great day! he'll have SOo much fun getting off his foot later. oh joy joy. "Yes i am in fact, however unwillingly so. to my displeasure."

<Eevelion> Robe had now foregone using a brush, and instead plunged her hand into her bucket of paint to use as her new utensil. After every few strokes on the carpet she would take a taste of the paint and recoil at the taste, and despite obviously disliking the taste she would continue doing it.

<GeneralLeonhart> It would be rude not to shake hands, however she would've preferred kissing. "We are generally pretty social and amicable." Taking mous' hand and very gently shaking it. "Manners go very far darling. But please remain nearby, I have an announcement to make." Letting go and motioning for the selected group to follow. This time however, she'd make sure to sign directions for Bangle. It had been a while, she had forgotten. Once she reached her seat, she moved the envelope to the side and picked up her Ipad. She opened it back up and pressed opened an App. She then handed it to bangle and pointed at it, repeating a few words to test it. "That microphone should pick up on anything people are saying." And with that, Chapeau walked behind her seat and retrieved a wireless microphone. She kept a bit of distance as to not interfere with the Ipad. "Welcome Darlings, Its a pleasure to see you all here. I hope you are enjoying things so far. So let me make this quick." She paused for moment to take a good luck around. Once everyone was paying attention, she continued. "Alright, lets start off with our Head of Enforcement, Mr. DJ. Congratulations, now that you are in position, all mishaps shall be addressed to you. Miss Bangle will be leading our research team, I wish her luck. If you should have any ideas, please bring them up to her. Text would be most appreciated, illustrations too." She then reached Mantle, checking her once over. "Now, training has been lacking recently. We cannot forget that we must always be combat capable. With that being said, Miss Mantle will be heading training. She is very well experienced, so listen to her closely." The only person left was Lunula and she wasn't quite high enough. "Now, don't let this person fool you" Picking her up a bit higher. "This caster is highly trained and is a new transfer.Miss Lunula, welcome and we look forward to your Magic training." With that being said, she was gently put down. "With that being said, enjoy the party and please interact."

<Dottie-Senpai> Etch listened carefully to the brief announcement which was distracting enough to let him loose his train of thought, after it he looked back at VF and Pantchains and forced some words out, "I-its a pleasure to, um, meet you both"

<theprophetgamer> Mantle stood in place, hands behind her in the small of the back. She looked over the crowd, eyeing out potential candidates for training. She keeps her initial impressions to herself.

<FaroresVault> PC got a bit of a stupid expression on his face. "Mr. DJ" he mouthed and restrained a laugh. Yeah. He was gonna use that. In fact... He immediately texted DJ a photo. The cover of Madonna's "Music" album. He was probably going to get hit for that, but nah, no regrets. Worth it.

Bangle gestured a thanks at the use of the tablet - hers still sat heavy in one of her large labcoat pockets, but this was a different app - may as well see how that blew over...which was well enough. Some parts didn't quite make sense, but it was comprehensible. She flashed everyone a bright smile at her mention and did a short bow.

Now Lunula...well...she was more than a little shocked at being lifted. The was almost three feet off the ground. What did you take her for? Simba? Sure she's 3'8" but her levitation spellworks allowed her to be at least 5' when used lazily. There was a choked back squeak from the sudden grab, the girl pulling her legs in close and her perpetually-out tail flat up against her belly. What the fuck. She looked like a kitten.

<link2125> Chapeau would probably note that Mous had a rather firm grip. Not a painful hand-crushing one, but definitely one with a fair bit of strength behind it. Mous nodded again as Chapeau and her assembled group left to make their announcement, staying behind for now so as not to disrupt. She listened attentively to the introductions, noting who she knew and who she didn't. Lunula, of course she met in the hall, and DJ she believed she had spoken at length with over instant messaging. Misses Bangle and Mantle, however, she was currently unfamiliar with. She supposed that she'd get to know them in due time, however.. For now she contented herself with idly observing those at her own grade. Of course, most of them seemed to be absorbed in conversation at the moment.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema paid close attention to the mistress’s announcement and was left utterly dumbfounded when she mentioned DJ. DJ? The same DJ Diadema had been pestering for the past few days about shoes?? A guy??? Well he shouldn't be the one to judge since he himself is a crossdresser. But… “ He doesn’t even wear shoes..” mumbled audibly to which the group probably heard.

<hitagashi> VF grinned at the people and the person that spoke to it. With that in mind, it raised a hand and pat PC on the head lightly. It all but ignored that announcement, though one name rather stuck in its head. It made note of the name as the one person that THAT person cared about. Important to know. It seemed to be smiling kindly to the three with it. "Ｙｏｕ'ｒｅ ｓａｆｅ ｈｅｒｅ."

As this went on, Tiara kind of covertly sidled up to her wife with a wider grin. She seemed to be communicating that this aspect of her to be amusing. Not far off.

<GeneralLeonhart> Well that was interesting, she didn't expect Lunula to do that. Apparently she turns into a cat when picked up, nice to know. Chapeau wondered if she inadvertently pulled a lion king. "Uh sorry about that Lunula, didn't know you were a cat. I was thinking stoat." Before lightly tapping everyone on their way. She would make a final pass by Bangle and say "Use it for the party darling, test it out. Enjoy yourself, you are far too delightful to keep locked away in research." With that she returned to Maus, picking up where she left off. "That is a very firm handshake. Strong and beautiful, very impressive. I will keep my eye out on you." Where was that other beauty? They had not met yet.

<vividExplorer> Mr. DJ. yes, thank you Chapeau, oh so very much. straightening up a bit he waved when introduced, hand falling back to his side, groaning a bit on the inside, once he had heard the rest of what she had to say in regards to him. Like he wasn't addressed for fuck-ups before, only NOW everybody will be Sure to come to him. The things he does for his job honestly. Hes not entirely being serious, the dramatic young man often over exaggerates things, hes actually very pleased with his job... to an extent. DJ unsettlingly glanced at Chapeau and Lunula during her introduction. it was... weird to say the least. Coming back to the world of the living DJ shook off the remnants of the zone out he was just in, pulling out his phone to see what the fuck Pantchains had to say now. flicking his head up in the direction of his friend he glared at him. Hard. he was not going to live this down, but Satan be damned if he wasn't going to make PCs life hell when he mentioned it from now on.

<link2125> Mous returned her attention to Chapeau as she returned, smiling and laughing quietly. "You flatter me, Miss Chapeau," she replied. "I merely see fit to keep a healthy workout regimen. It's important to stay fit, after all." She nodded, as if agreeing with herself. "I can only hope that I continue to impress you and your colleagues during my time here."

<theprophetgamer> With the ceremony over, Mantle left the limelight with her better half. No, the one that was corporeal, the one that helped her relax and unstress. Hand in hand, she leads the dragon to two chairs next to each other, a full view of the...interesting additions to the rank-and-file.

<GeneralLeonhart> "It is well deserved, but may I ask a personal question? Are you into theater? I noticed your wonderful masks. We should see something together, it'll be my treat." A formal invitation for a fellow Enthusiast. Chap had been locked up for months, she could use a day out. "We can talk, I like make my subordinates more efficient. Finding our your talents will help that."

<Eevelion> It took a while, but Robe finally became fully aware of the gross taste of the paint she had ingested, scurrying past the group to get something to drink at the snack table, she poured whatever was the most colorful into a cup for herself and chugged it down. Paint’s good for a lot of things, but eating it is not one of those things.

<FaroresVault> PC puffed from the sudden petting, yeah, ok VF. Catching DJ's expression, he shot his friend a bright, douchebag smile. Hell yeah. Fuck you DJ. This is for every blue shell.

Content to be put down, Lunula adjusted her palla - sure, you were supposed to layer it with a peplos or chiton below it, but she had her reasons not to...though surprises like this often made her life a little hard. She repositioned herself a few feet up in the air, glancing about the room. People seemed to be getting along well, and the informal air of this sector was a pleasant relief from the strain of the Vatican Fault. Wandering about the room, she found herself peering about at all the 'thoughtful additions' to the floor, smiling at some of the drawings. This feels like a child's work...who the hell did these? A...Ah...Right, follow the trail then, shall we? "I feel like I'm in Blue's Clues."

<<Thank you, Mistress. We'll see how this goes. It is very appreciated.>> And with that she took a couple strides to her brother, showing off what it was to him. He was clearly helping test it, pointing out certain words and then signing what he actually said - aha, trying to correct and misunderstanding error patterns.

<link2125> Mous immediately seem ed to perk up at the mention of theater. "Oh, indeed, I am. It's one of my great passions, to be frank. I actually have a little pet project I've been working on for a while now, a critique blog for film and theater." Mous gushed. "I'd love to see a show with you some time." She dropped her tone slightly, speaking in a slightly more hushed tone. "And of course, if you ever need a favor, reserving seats, getting award copies of movies, so on and so forth, I have a few friends here and there that I can put you in touch with."

<FaroresVault> However, though he recognised Etch and Diadema from resistance files in Panic, he figured amicability is the best option. "So, how long have you two been 'round here? Look like a couple of new faces."

<vividExplorer> Sarong had been listening, truly. The pale demon by the door off to the side wasn't standing there to look as if she was uninterested with the announcement, she actually quite enjoyed it its just.... so hot. All these people in one room giving off their own body heat was making the rooms temperature rise. to her dismay. she stood their fanning a bit harder at herself letting out little puffs of air every now and again. today was definitely not the best day for Sarong to go to such an arrangement, inhabiting her air conditioned lab for the last couple of days it seems she has lost her previous adjustment to the heat. scanning over the group of people again she noticed that Mistress Chapeau was once again open to conversation. well more free than she was a moment ago, meeting a new face wasn't bad at all. at least she'll be starting somewhere. taking a breath she walked towards them enjoying what little breeze it made, she waited beside them both for a chance to speak. she did not with to interrupt the conversation they were having, that would be quite rude of her. instead fanning he flushed face some more. honestly they should really consider air conditioners.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema broke outta of whatever trance he was, blinking rapidly and a flush reappearing on his face as he realized he’d been out of it. He nodded with a smile ad VF, it’s words regardless of its form somewhat comforted the boy. “I’m new here. I think Etch is too?” He managed to say without an interruption. “ I promise to do my best while here and lo…o-o-k-k forward to wor-k-kING with you all!” Fuck you stupid ‘K’s Diadema was on a role there for a second.

<GeneralLeonhart> Excellent, there were no reservations now about her passion. "Ah, I do love to read. Sadly, I am often busy and cannot read much. But, perhaps an audio version would work better for me. Perhaps in French? We can talk about that over a movie. I'll let you impress me, make the reservations and tell me when." Just as one date was being made, another appeared. However, this one looked visibly uncomfortable. "Hello Darling, are you okay? Are you hot?" Chapeau had lived in Russia in her past, she could relate. "Please ladies, will you follow me?" Relocating a few steps away near her seat. "Hmm, I do not know your name but I am Chapeau and this is Mousquetaire." Addressing Sarong. "Near my seat I have vents to keep me cool. It does get a little hot for me too. "

<Dottie-Senpai> Etch nodded in agreement, "Yeah im uh, new too" Etch pulled on his shirt collar, feeling a little awkward "I'll work hard, I dont want to hold anybody back, or um, anything like that" Etch was constantly checking his posture in his head, making sure his footing was correct and his back was strait

<link2125> Mous nodded and smiled. "Of course. I'll get on it as soon as I have a free moment." Mous glanced to the newcomer as she approached, nodding to her and smiling. She followed after Chapeau as she beckoned the both of them, and bowed more formally as she was introduced. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss," Mous said, and politely waited for the other's introduction.

<FaroresVault> He couldn't help but chuckle lightly. They're cute, VF was right. "Relax a little, you won't hold anyone back. Besides, if you were to be having issues, a fair amount of people in the HQ do some form or another of mentorship to help you get back on track." all his experience on working in management with his sister was showing - reassuring newbies was a thing he enjoyed, honestly. His voice was gentle and relaxed, and he paid no mind to Diadema's stutter. "Nothing wrong with being new. Nothing at all. I'll be happy to see you around the HQ. Is there anywhere specific you're thinking of working?"

<hitagashi> It couldn't help but smile at the nervous newbies. How adorable. And someone agreed. "Ｗｅ ｔａｋｅ ｃａｒｅ ｏｆ ｌｉｔｔｌｅｓ ｈｅｒｅ." Or so it remembered in the messy cluster it called its memories. If they needed help, many would help, if only to have a stronger force. VF's grin was wide, though not visible, and its eyebrows rose up in a pleased manner.

<vividExplorer> blinking at Chapeau as she was addressed she nodded slightly fallowing close behind as they stepped aside. stepping into a space where a vent was blowing lightly she sighed a little, a but upset that she had to act like this at the moment it was very unfitting of her. though it can not be helped. "здравствуйте. Forgive me, my name is Sarong it is very nice to meet you both. Though i have heard much of you down in the labs Mistress, i am glad to finally see you in person." Her thick Russian accent was pretty hard to miss, bowing a bit to Chapeau it truly was a pleasure to meet her. she was probably a very busy woman and sarong held no hard feelings for it. being bottled up down in the labs she understood being preoccupied. she sighed again at the cool air wonderfully provided by Chapeau her flush receded a bit, but only slightly. this climate would never be ideal, untill the winder moths that is. she eagerly awaited the arrival of those once more.

<SenseiDezzy> Diadema puffed his face at being called little. His height was one of the few things he’d take offense to. “I’m 18 b-by th-th-the way…” he muttered cupping a warm cheek in his hand. He knew he should of worn heels today. He let out an embarrassed giggle at what he was about to say next. “ Forgive me if this s-s-sounds ignorant bu..uu..BUT , what are diff-f-ferent things that can be done at HQ?”

<GeneralLeonhart> "Oh this will be fun and no pressure, I love seeing new things. Everyone has a different taste and thats something worth of celebration." Finishing the subject, with the arrival of Sarong. And Wonderful, if she could bed them both she would have no trouble understanding them. Would be interesting to hear them both at the same time, ambitious thoughts Chap. "And hello to you too. Hmm, it seems I am not the only one with an accent here." Although Mous was completely suspect to having one. That name was extremely french. "It is my pleasure to meet you Sarong." Taking a bow to return formalities. "I should apologize however, I've been away for a while. It is finally nice to meet everyone. Both of you are delightful, I'm ashamed of not doing this sooner. May I ask you both, where you originated from?"

<FaroresVault> Nodding at VF's statement, PC allowed Diadema to continue. "There's a variety of things around here, depending on your skillset, really. PR, law enforcement, various aspects of the sciences, street teams, general media, and so on." he explained "All of these have a mishmash of branches on top of the main one, usually there are specializations."

<theprophetgamer> Mantle just wears a grimace of bland disappointment. "I'm genuinely sad. No-one looks like they can lift their own feet let alone take a punch." The only exception was VF, Mantle still remembers their first round of sparring so long ago. She turns to Tiara, talking somewhat quieter about a personal matter. "Was mother finally able to go to sleep before you left?"

<vividExplorer> seeing that every one was getting along fine and dandy DJ pocketed his cell phone and basically made a B-line to where Pantchains was. greeting a new member here and there he finally pulled that leather book and pen he had out, scribbling what seemed like gibberish in it. honestly what the fuck DJ. he skittered across the carpeting afterwards right over to that little band of people. walking up behind PC without a sound he firmly placed his hand down across his shoulders on the back of his neck and leaned in over his shoulder beside his face. "so who are these little kittens you are speaking to, Smartass." he said emphasizing the replacement name with a squeeze of the hand. his smirk changed to a light smile as he waved at the newcomers and nodded to VF. Way to make an entrance DJ.

<hitagashi> Vf gave an encouraging smile to the newbies, though it mostly looked like it was laughing a bit at them. Fondly. Like a parent to their child's antics. "Ｔｈｅｒｅ'ｓ ａｌｗａｙｓ ｔｒａｉｎｉｎｇ ｉｆ ｙｏｕ ｌｉｋｅ ｓｏｍｅｔｈｉｎｇ ｂｕｔ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｉｔ." Because more than rules, many of the demons here adored training. Well, adored training others. Its attention was arrested by DJ and it screwed up its face. "Ｎｏｔｈｉｎｇ ｐｒｅｐａｒｅｓ ｙｏｕ ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ. Ｅｖｅｒ."

At the question, Tiara smiled widely. Of course she had checked that. She nodded though her smile turned worried and she gestured vaguely to say she thought she heard her talk to the helmet again. She didn't mind, honestly, but her beloved Mantle needed to know.

<link2125> Mous blinked a bit as the subject of origins came about. fiddling with her bracelets just a bit. Her past was always something of a sensitive subject, and not always something she was totally willing to share. Of course, there was the factor that Chapeau was her superior, and lying or withholding that sort of information probably wouldn't go over too smoothly. That aside though, she seemed trustworthy. "I am from France," Mous replied a bit quietly, dropping her false American accent for just a moment. "It is a bit of a sensitive subject for me, to be honest. It is why I falsify my accent, you see." She straightened up a bit, clearing her throat and resuming her false accent. "Well, mostly. I've been doing it for so long it just comes naturally to use this voice in public." She nodded. "If there's anything else you'd like to know, however, it can be found in my official file. I'm sure you have access to it."

<FaroresVault> Motherfucker Won't lie, DJ, your hands are fucking cold, and PC's brows shot up accordingly when his hand was placed on the back of his neck. Fuck. "Listen DJ I don't know if you happened to pull off your body temperature by sticking your hands in an ice bucket or just holding them close to your heart, but don't share your tricks with me." He whined, squirming out of his friends' grip. "These would be Etch and Diadema, a couple of newer members to the HQ." he gestured to each accordingly.

<theprophetgamer> Sigh. "She was doing so well, too...." Her free hand rested on her chin while the other gripped Tiara's a little tighter. "If this persists, I'll have to take her to my doctor. IF there's anything that can be done." She doubts it, since her mother's state was partially Mantle's doing, but one can hope.

<hitagashi> Tiara frowned and then smiled softly, pressing a hand to Mantle's cheek carefully. Her thumb stroked over the warrior lady's nose briefly. A gesture she used to say everything would be fine. She was sure the old woman would be all right. But grief hit others differently. It drove her Mantle mad, led her mother-in-law into her own mind, and the mere idea of it had Tiara practically welcoming death during the whole fiasco where she lost her eye. It was just a matter of time. She was sure and tried to convey this before pulling back and gesturing at the assorted demons. Probably asking for more of an opinion than what she had translated to simply mean 'maggots' in Mantle Speak.

<SenseiDezzy> Tilting his head Diadema faced a good question he hadn’t really thought of before. Well, it did cross his mind but he keep procrastinating and delaying of coming up with an answer. What did he want to do? It had to be something that was well within his range and would get his mother off his back. “ General media maybe… Th-though with training ava..a..able?” His attention was brought back to VF and what it had to say. “ I hope I get some cute n-n-nicknames like… DD-“ He stopped when he noticed DJ had joined the party. This was definitely not the beautiful woman he had imaged him to be just the other day but he was disappointed, rather he was awestruck for some reason. “ He…he..hello” he managed to say after being introduced.

<vividExplorer> Sarong thought for a moment, it has been a long time indeed since she had last been home, what did the outsiders call in now? "I am from what you would call, The Siberian Tundra Mistress. it has been a long time since i have been in my homeland, it is much more interesting down in these areas with all these people." she said looking around at all the others, they were all interesting from everything she could gather. feeling the breeze blow her skirt lightly she hummed, little things no matter how often you see them can be just a good as new ones.

Eyes wide at PC, DJ put his hand over his mouth to try to stifle his laughter. to no avail. he walked away for a moment to try to compose himself, he was doing a horrible job today with setting an example. coming back over to the little group again he greeted both Etch and Diadema with a "Good afternoon". all the while he kept trying to keep a straight face, keep it professional DJ. but he couldn't help the pull at his mouth as he attempted to hide a snicker. he couldn't even look at PC he might just end up laughing his ass off, and that was very impolite. flipping his book open for a just a moment DJ proceeded to scribble more gibberish into one of its pages before giving them his full attention.

<Dottie-Senpai> Etch was somewhat confused by DJ but replied to his greeting none the less, "um, hello." He kept in brief unsure what else he could say anyways, and even if he did, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. Etch felt somewhat uncomfortable around so many people and he was growing a little hungry, considering he hadn't eaten much all day.

<theprophetgamer> A very rare public display of affection, Mantle leans over and gives her wife a kiss. An actual kiss. Like, on the mouth. She saw her motion to the mass of people and shrugged. "Well, you know how I am; I've been wrong with recruits before, but my gut rarely fails me."

<GeneralLeonhart> "I understand, I will not press futher. But how lovely, it was a treat to hear you naturally." Could she record her reviews in that accent? No, that would be far too much. At least she was certain of Mous' origin. Perhaps they could stop at that fancy French place after the theater. However, the could discuss that later. But hearing Sarongs origin stumped Chapeau for a second. That would make Sarong ancient? This was gonna be really hard. Older women were Chaps weakness and these two were confirmed older. "I see, are you new to my city? I will have to give you a grand tour. This also extends to you Mous, if needed." She doubted but the extension was a formality. "Funny, I happen to be quite intimate with both languages. Perhaps we can practice sometime. It is a good idea to work out ones tongue."

<SenseiDezzy> “Anyone w-want a sn…nn..NNAck?” He offered to the four. <Eevelion> Robe was still standing by the snack table and, surprise surprise, she had pulled out her paints and was adding some decoration to the table, also, pretty sure she might have dumped some paint in a punchbowl, so it might be a good idea to avoid that. <hitagashi> Tiara beamed at the kiss though her attention was firmly on the business at hand. She pat Mantle's cheek as if to reassure her but honestly it was sympathy. She would have to watch them carefully. Her wife wasn't usually wrong but sometimes she was. And if she was then there could be some dangerous people in this hall. Well, dangerous to her anyway. There was a moment where VF stalled and then it grinned wide. What a kind cutie. "Ｎｅｅｄ ｈｅｌｐ ｇｅｔｔｉｎｇ ｔｈｅｍ?" <SenseiDezzy> “ I could use t-t-tTWO more hands!” Diadema, nodded and smiled brightly. He and it walked over to the snack table… only to be met with an oddly colorful display of sweets and drink. “Are… these edible?” a question he directed to Robe. <Eevelion> Looking up from her art to acknowledge Diadema she noticed the very large VF, she scurried under the table and popped back up on the other side, yes, good, now there was a partition to protect her from the giant. “Hrmmm, These ones, probably not” she said as she pushed the paint covered foods to one side “The rest should be fine though.” <vividExplorer> "I'd love one, its not like it'll do anything to my figure" DJ said making a gesture with his hands that went from his sides down to his hips, and laughed a little at himself. The new arrivals looked a little tense, and what harm is there with some light hearted joking. nudging pc as they walked over to the snack table he couldn't help but notice all the paint. here we go again. looking down the table it was hard to miss a small girl with, you guessed it, paint covering her head to toe. grumbling a little as he moved his foot around feeling the dry paint on it he picked up what looked like a cupcake and looked at it, man he hoped this all WAS edible. he hadn't eaten all day either, fuck his weird fluctuations of attention, he blames Tragus for it, but that's probably not true. nobody should bring something like paint near food, you could kill someone. <link2125> "I am somewhat familiar with the city already, the theater district in particular, but I would love to come along anyway," Mous replied, with a smile. "I'm sure you can offer a unique perspective. And it would be a grand opportunity to get to know the both of you better." <Dottie-Senpai> Etch follows the rest of the group to the snack table looking at the food, the ones that weren't covered in paint at least looked somewhat good, and he really wasn't going to be picky right now. He was damn hungry, if he had to he would probably settle for the paint covered food, luckily it wouldn't come down to that. <GeneralLeonhart> "If Miss. Sarong wishes to join, we shall make it a day for three. I can also take Sarong to get something for the overheating. I am sure we can find a good portable fan for her." Poor thing, she was still hot even tho she barely was wearing anything. "Could use a nice little recorder for you too Miss Mous. For all those lovely reviews" <Eevelion> “I mean it probably won’t kill you, I’ve been eating it all day and I only feel slightly nauseous.” Robe gave the group a goofy grin “But again, you probably shouldn’t eat this cause it’s art, you don’t go to an art gallery and eat the paintings do you?” she said, laughing at her own joke. <FaroresVault> Yeah laugh now, DJ. Kick your ass later. Who the fuck does that anyway? Puts cold hands on peoples necks? That's akin to dropping an ice cube down a tucked shirt, the bastard - you really deserved to be a demon. You did. Damn. He wasn't terribly inclined to move there with the group, as the scent of the paints was a little overwhelming to his senses, but PC felt he had no choice and so followed suit. Besides knowing his sibling's predicament, he always felt a little guilty partaking in something she had built her life around creating and now only could on very special occasion -if she was lucky. It felt wrong. Then again, what didn't feel wrong here? "What figure?" he teased. Running a bar himself, Cuff was usually the type to keep an eye on the catering and...well, this contamination was a little too far. His sister agreed - and he could use the extra pair of hands to help carry the replacements. Bangle, with two long strides, started her walk back to Chapeau and returned her iPad in fair break in conversation <<We're going to be picking up catering replacements, Mistress. Thank you kindly for the use of the program - while slightly buggy, it is better than the one I utilize, and I will be looking in to it further.>> she smiled, her signs quick but coherent - lengthened and in full when she is no longer 'speaking' to her brother. Upon returning the tech, the two began to head out, making use of the spellwork which hid them well in the city. Two demons walked in, and a Spaniard and Chinese woman strolled out. It wouldn't be long, they knew a good place nearby. <SenseiDezzy> Diadema wasn’t hungry as he was thirsty. Once good look at the punch bowl though and he knew wasn't going to have any of that. Genuinely curious he asked Robe, “ Umm… wh-why did you p..p..paint the table?” <vividExplorer> "i have been to many cities over the years and being here for a little while i do know a pieces of it. It would be greatly appreciated if you could show me around, even tho i am more interested in your labs at the moment, not to offend, i do believe however it could be an enjoyable experience. i would love to share time with you as well Mousequetaire. perhaps i will even find something interesting to bring home with me." she said smiling lightly, yes she had been in many cities and honestly when it comes to public interactions people could be well... predictable. but on a different note, there was something about Chapeau she couldn't quite put her finger on it but none the less she has seen something along these lines before, it still made her smile. if it is what she is thinking it might be, she is very intrigued. she hummed softly at Chaps offer. "that would be lovely Mistress, thank you for the consideration." <link2125> Mousquetaire inwardly winced at the abbreviation of her name, but said nothing. Part of her was a little embarrassed that, phonetically, it was exactly the same as "Moose", but she was sure Chapeau didn't mean it that way. At any rate, she would love to spend a day with the both of them, they both seemed like lovely people. "I look forward to it, Mistress," Mous replied, nodding to the both of them. "Perhaps I should make our show reservations for three, while we're at it?" <Eevelion> “Sometimes you have a burst of inspiration and you just have to put it to paper, the paper in this situation being the table, and finding a real canvas takes too long.” She replied, then putting on her best childish voice she added “Besides, you can’t stifle a child’s creativity, that’s bad for their growth” <vividExplorer> DJs attention immediately snapped over to PC giving him a squinting at him. he knows they both are joking, to be honest he DID joke about it first but still. Rude. not wanting to make the other man a total mess he swiped two fingers in the cupcakes frosting that was in his other hand and with one swift movement had made two stripes of frosting across his face. smirking to himself he chuckled before licking the rest of the frosting off his hand. welp, even if it wasn't edible, it was still worth it. <GeneralLeonhart> "Excellent, then it is a date. Three beautiful ladies taking the town by storm. But I'll talk to bangle later, I can work something out for you Sarong. If you are interested in our labs, I can arrange a small tour." Certain projects might benefit from an outside consultant. Checking her Ipad and closing it back up, tucking it under her arm. Bangle seemed satisfied by the results, good. <FaroresVault> He couldn't help but smile from the look shot at him - PC: 1 DJ: 0. Ok, PC: 1 DJ: 1. "Great. Now I'm an accomplished warrior. Thanks for knighting me, King Jerkass." PC responded, deliberately leaving the icing on, even if it felt really gross. He did feel bad for the new kids though, all things considered. A fair amount of work had gone in to the catering and while a couple higher ups were probably on their way back with replacements, he felt this hadn't been necessary. <SenseiDezzy> “Ooooh! That’s a really neat v-v-view, actually” He hadn’t looked at it that way,. Alebit he wished it hadn’t gotten to the punch, but Cuff and Bangle had brought in some people to make replacements so he figured he wouldn’t have to wait long. Diadema turned and noticed what DJ swiping frosting on PC’s face. “ Ah! Are we doing face painting n-n-now?” Diadema kinda wanted someone, maybe Robe, do his face if so. <FaroresVault> Speaking of replacements, it only took about fifteen minutes for Cuff to return. He seemed a little out of breath, but maybe he just skittered back here as fast as possible...would explain why his sister was lagging. Placing the boxes on the table, he proceeded to heel turn and move straight to Chapeau, gently placing a hand on her upper back between her shoulders, almost imperceptible in his touch. "Pardon the interruption, ladies," he smiled, giving them each a nod "you look lovely today. But I need to steal Chapeau for just a moment - it's...ah...imperative we do immediately. Do you mind?" Not that he honestly cared if they did, he was going to snag her anyway. <link2125> "No, no, that's perfectly alright," Mous replied, nodding to Cuff. "I should actually start making some calls now if I'm going to be getting those tickets." With a polite bow to Chapeau, Sarong, and Cuff. She retrieved her phone and moved to an isolated corner in the room, so she could talk in private.

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