azume | Departure.

INCIDENT.

The weekend starts off...loudly.

The commotion is coming from the direction of the Galactic Warehouse on the northern side of town, fairly late into the morning; given how quiet and peaceful (for better or worse) the city tends to be, it's unbelievably noticeable when something is going awry. Even more so when it sounds like something may have quite simply exploded.

You might want to see what's going on there, in other words.

Arriving to the scene to check it out will reveal a standoff occurring between the buildings and warehouses of the compound; on one side of the lot stands Cynthia, proud and tall, long blonde hair flowing down her back and a large, rather intimidating Pokémon at her side; it's worth noting that the Pokémon, too, doesn't seem to be suffering from the same sense of apathy as everyone and everything else that you've seen - its gaze is alert, and the sound it offers is loud and harsh, a bellowing roar from an aggressive, hunched-forward stance, aimed at anyone who might consider coming near its trainer.

And there are a fair amount of people to consider potential threats, standing near the building.

Most of them seem to be dressed the same way you were when you first arrived; there's a decent number of them, maybe ten or so, all just as blank-eyed as ever. However, there's someone else with them, a young man who can't be much older than his early twenties standing in front of them with his arm out to the side as though instructing them to stay back, one of those red-and-white capsules (Pokéball, those of you who have done your research should know what it's called by now, he's got a Pokéball with him) clutched firmly in his other hand.

There are two things that are likely immediately obvious about this man - one being that he looks completely different from the other members of Team Galactic that you've seen, which probably means something important. The other is that judging from his actions and the intense look in his eyes, he's just as alert and emotionally intact as Cynthia is.

She doesn't seem fazed by him, however; if anything, her voice sounds bright when she addresses him, reaching out to pat her Garchomp's neck affectionately as she does so.

"Commander Saturn!" She sounds downright cheerful, really. "Have we reached an agreement or not?"

The more astute among you will likely notice that the area around them is looking...rough, covered in scorch marks and still-unsettled dust. The man - Saturn, apparently - just glares at her for a long moment before he responds, though his gaze isn't steady; he pauses for a moment to make direct eye contact with the lot of you, obviously acknowledging your presence, before he glances back at the grunts as though to make sure they're staying back and away from the conflict.

Eventually he'll speak, though, and his voice is surprisingly low in pitch and smooth in timbre; outwardly it seems calm enough, but it's difficult to ignore the way it's brimming with something somewhere between anger and contempt, especially given how blank the others are by contrast. "Just the one warehouse, isn't it?"

"That's right," Cynthia replies, offering him a smile that's edged with something sharp. "Just the one."

Saturn pauses. Glances back again. It's clear that the grunts behind him are his charges, in one way or another; he keeps checking on them.

After a moment, though, he'll throw a key card across the way, sending it clattering to her feet; she bends down gracefully and picks it up, toying with it between her fingers. "Thanks, sweetheart," she says evenly; Saturn just clicks his tongue agitatedly and turns to leave, issuing orders to his grunts as he goes. Oddly enough, despite the tension, he seems to have no qualms about giving her his back, and she doesn't move to attack him.

"Fall back, and defend the main building if necessary. If there's trouble, report directly to me. Immediately."

Cynthia watches them go, still toying with the key card between her fingers; it's then that she notices the rest of you.

"Oh, this is wonderful, I was just about to come get you." When she smiles at you, the expression is far more genuine, far less hard. "I've got something for you."

The warehouse the key card opens up is comparatively sparsely-used; there are boxes and the like scattered everywhere, but perhaps more important is what's inside them - namely, an outfit you'll notice as belonging specifically to you, as well as a personal item you'll recognize.

"You shouldn't stay here," Cynthia says. "I'll stay in town long enough to ensure that he doesn't decide to give you any trouble, but it's in your best interests to leave. Take the southern exit out onto the route, and make your way toward Lake Valor; if you run into him or anyone like him, don't engage. He folded easily enough today, but chances are he won't go lightly on you. As much as I hate to say it, as you are now, he will defeat you.

"So stay out of his way, and try to stay out of trouble, all right? Take care of yourselves, and stay safe."

[OOC: Welcome to the end of Week 1! In the boxes you've been granted access to, you'll find one canon outfit belonging to your character, as well as one of your submitted material regains, whichever you decide that one regain to be! The one stipulation is that it's probably something small this time.

If your character is the sort to ignore the commotion going on, Cynthia will find them and tell them to get their stuff, and give the same general advice before leaving them be - get your stuff and get out of town, it isn't safe to stay here.

No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!]

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Ah, well, it's time for camping, then, I suppose.

[..........he's really not happy about this, as impressive as all that was. He's not sure, but he might want one of those dragon things.

...maybe. It's not quite his style, but... anyway, he is happy once he heads into that warehouse and begins rummaging through those boxes to find....... his coat and his gloves hell yes he's so happy. he likes the outfit he actually bought but it's his coat man! He's going to put those into his backpack, since they're not really made for roughing it, but once he gets to civilization? Oh baby.

...

And then he gets to the bottom of the box, notices some pieces of stationery... and his face kind of reddens a bit before he kind of just shoves them into his pocket and begins muttering to himself.]

...how did those even get here?

Research?

Yes. Research that I am very closely guarding until I decide it’s worth publishing.

[sure, Kayneth.]

[Drat. So much for comparing magical theory— Wait a second. That's a downright shy expression on his face there.]

Ohh~? Your face is as red as a tomato, Lord El-Melloi. Are you alright?

It's fine. Everything's fine. Nothing is a problem.

Uh-huh. [Pretending to act surprised, she stares at a space behind his shoulder as if noticing something strange behind him.] Wait, is that the Wizard Marshall Zelretch?

What, really?

[holy shit. he.... turns to look..........]

Hah! I'm sure all my observations on the worlds the others have described will be wait a minute.

[IT'S LIKE THE GOOD YEAR BLIMP OF THE MAGE WORLD, AND HE TOOK IT HOOK, LINE, AND SINKER.

But can Rin successfully nab or get a good look at those papers in that split second it takes Kayneth to catch on? Because she's totally going to try. What do they saaaaaaay]

[yes, she can.

...

and it's really embarrassing, purple love poetry. like, your eyes shimmer like the morning dew embarrassing. holy shit.]

[Oh my god, Kayneth. She's not sure what she was expecting, but it wasn't quite this, and somehow that just makes it better.]

El-Melloi, this is so sweet. [Keeping a move on, she walks around him in a circle.] I was completely off the mark with my impression of you.

"Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time." [Quoting that, she coos.] Aww. You're like a lovesick puppy.

[if you look closely you can see his soul literally leaving his body at this point]

Please stop.

[The devil she is, Rin is just. LAUGHING CHEERFULLY OVER HERE...

It stops though when she hears that little whine of protest though, and looks over to see Kayneth about to turn into a pokemon himself, via the way of ghosts. That gets her to settle down.]

O-Oh, was that too mean? I'm sorry. I got carried away.

[While she's still smiling, she definitely looks sheepish. Without a wasted moment she steps back over to him with an apologetic look, holding out the poems for him to take back.]

You shouldn't be embarrassed, though. It might be cheesy, but it really is sweet. It's nice to see you have a heart under all that grandeur.

Ah, well...

[that does sort of perk him up as he takes them back, at least, even if he's still a little red around the cheeks about the whole thing.]

It's the sort of thing where they're all rough drafts, so. I'd be fairly mortified if someone found a rough draft of, erm, something different, as well...

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The same way we did, I bet. It's really freaking me out.

Well... I could understand if it was something that was on my person, but it was something that I’d left at home in my study when I went on a trip to Japan.

Oh, gross, does that mean they're stalking us?

I don't know what it's supposed to mean.

But it might.

Euuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! That's it, I'm complaining as soon as we get there. I mean, we gotta deal with the serious things too, but -- wait, that's serious already!