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Salieri

Experience powers. Huh. Well, no wonder there was no demonstration. It wasn't something you could easily show. Still, Sal took Wayne's word for it. No reason not to believe that, seeing as people just cloned themselves and applied crystal to their fingernails in front of her. It was outlandish, but it was still happening.

Salieri was glad Henrietta was a little paranoid too, and it wasn't just her. She had more reason to be, seeing as she was just confronted directly while Sal got lucky enough to piece things togethern. But Salieri wasn't paranoid enough to investigate this concert, especially since she wasn't trying to look for Plasma until they came to her.

"You're right, that doesn't sound like Plasma's thing. If you want to check it out, be my guest. But I'm not going unless you guys get in trouble. Or, you know, if it's like a really good concert." Sal looked down at her xtransceiver. "Let's set up this C-Gear thing so I can rescue you all when the going gets tough."

After a few seconds of tapping buttons, her brow furrowed as she hit an obstacle. "If we want to set up a private line between all of us, we need to give our chat room a name." Sal looked around the room. "So what's it going to be?"

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Jump

Jump looked at Jackie and rose his eyebrows, as if to say "Really? Is this guy really trying this?"

"Did you not like this music? Cause we can listen to the chorus of an A-Teens song if you wanna change it up, I've got a CD in my car." He paused. "For interrogation purposes. Strictly interrogation purposes."

Henrietta

"Legendary?" It sounded lame in her head but if you applied it to a history book it'd look cool, right? "What about The Legends Crew?" She waited for the criticism - probably from Wayne.

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Bill

"Yeah, I know the whole spiel." Bill was ex-military, joined Plasma because he couldn't stand the idea of his brothers in arms - Pokemon - being used as children's toys.

"But you aren't exactly the good cop here, kiddo. Half by the book, half by impulse, that's how they're teaching you kids these days?" He looked at Jump. "Okay, not by the book, all by impulse."

Then he looked at Jackie again. His tone implied he was the teacher here. "Check my pocket and do a background test. You're late to the party anyways, your boyfriend here could've done that while we waited instead of him proving himself surprisingly camp."

((And this is a size comparison))

Wayne

"Fine," Wayne sulked, "Legends Crew it is. I could've done better... I guess it'd be pretty cool. I guess... actually, does that mean we get to do a pirate theme? I heard that there are real pirates out there, but they mostly deal with pornography and video games."

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Jackie

By the book? Bill did have a point. But the book was only really valid when human rights were involved. Otherwise there's just a general direction that you shoot for. If you hit it, great. If you don't, well, better buy a mop.

Jackie watched Jump quietly. Did he have a partner? Probably not. She could guess why. Still, she had to admit that his antics were considerably brighter than the kind of attitudes she was used to. Even when they were in the middle of interrogating people.

"Check your pocket?" Jackie smiled and shook her head, "I appreciate that you're trying to regain some authority here, but it doesn't work that way. You're working for Plasma, and you're either going to 'sing' or we're going to start chopping bits off. Then I'm going to put the rest of that fruit up your a**."

She put her fingers in her mouth and gave a shrill whistle. Ferox got up and lumbered over. "Ferox, if he doesn't cooperate, bite his d**k off." And if Bill didn't start talking, and if nobody intervened, Ferox would do just that. Then she'd spit out the bloody goop of flesh and fabric so he could see it.

((Should be fixed razz ))

Jackie

She decided to let Jump lead the questioning. They had satellite footage of Victini's escape, but she'd like to hear about it straight from the horse's mouth. She drummed her fingers on top of Ferox's head, as a subtle reminder for Bill to talk.

And she definitely ignored that hotel remark. 100% definite.

After there fists stopped hurting both tk's took seats on Henrietta's bed. then the group started talking about a name for the group. Personally, Tk liked Wayne's names but agreed with the 'Legends Crew crew'.

"whats pornography?" one of he Tk's asked Wayne, who had mentioned it.

Wayne

"If you wanna go a few doors down I can show you," Wayne said, throwing his thumb in the general direction of outside. Hopefully the couple he'd walked in on wouldn't mind if it was for educational purposes. "Buuut actually, they might be finished by now. How long has it been? Five, ten minutes? That's a record if I ever heard one. And believe me, I've heard some records."

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Zack

Eyes sprung awake.

"Okay... Did I get owned just then," he grunted, "or what?" Zack growled his first thought, sitting up from his slump in the passenger seat of Jump's car. He was back in the forest with nobody else about. The little flashing device on his lap looked to be a pokémon repellent device. It gave off both a high pitch ringing sound that humans couldn't hear, while releasing the same aroma as actual pokémon repel.

His head hurt a lot; there were various other aches and pains from where Jacqueline had been beating him up, but his head hurt the most. It was the knock out blow, after all.

At least the forest was quiet. Zack got out of the car and leant against the hood. He folded his arms and closed his eyes, using the same breathing technique as Jacqueline to recover from his wounds. Zack's regeneration was flashier, literally, as crackles of blue Aura danced across his skin like tiny fingers of electricity. The pain receded and he opened his eyes.

He wasn't using to being beaten that badly. Even though it was just training, he hadn't managed to lay a finger on Jacqueline. She had the benefit of experience, having continued her work long after he retired, but there was more to it than that. Maybe she had a point, after all. He looked around the forest, tracing from the lush greenery in front of him to the skeletal wasteland created by his fire.

A decade ago, he'd been a part of the Sinnoh Incident, where a madman attempted to remake the world. He'd participated in his share of battles, both with pokémon and without. Looking back, he'd lost a lot more battles than he won. Fodder didn't count; once the situation escalated, it was downhill for Zack Redgrave.

"s**t..." he pushed away from the car. His explosion powers really were fearsome, but left little to the imagination. Could it really be his fault? Esme. Wayne's parents. His blood boiled just thinking about them. He wanted to grab something, tear it to pieces, but he stopped himself. He always stopped himself, right until the start of a fight. And then it all came out.

"Wayne!" Henrietta made to interrupt him, her cheeks tinted red. "W-we need to move on." She looked at Salieri who had mentioned the chat room. Presumably Salieri was setting it all up, if not Henrietta could.