The door would open after a silent moment, but it was not Oscar greeting Lulu on the other side. When Oscar had received Lulu's message to meet, he was ill prepared. He had been at his Mauville office, preparing a presentation for the following morning. He wouldn't have time to make it all the way to the Rocket sub and back in time for the presentation--but he'd never want to miss a meeting with Ms. Flint. Thus, Oscar called in a favor.

The being that opened the door for Lulu was Malum the Malamar, whose insufferable smugness had earned him the job of watching over Oscar's sub office. Malum looked Lulu up and down, smirking at a joke only he understood. The tentacled trickster slid out of the way, opening the door wider to reveal Oscar's office.

It was mostly basic, he didn't spend much time there so there was no need to personalize it. He wasn't even sure why Beasts got offices, they never needed them for Rocket duties. Nevertheless it has been set up with a computer, albeit a rather old model. The only thing that seemed decent was the brand new webcam that sat on top of the monitor, hadn't even had the plastic wrapping taken off the lens yet.

Malum moved to the Keyboard, typing a few keystrokes before painstakingly turning the monitor to face Lulu. Upon the screen she would see the pixilated visage of Oscar, live from an empty GMH boardroom. He himself was using a newly bought laptop, as he knew to spare no expense when it came to the security of this meeting. 

 Oscar sipped at a cream soda he had poured into a bourbon glass, his eyebags invisible on Malum's shoddy monitor. When the crystal clear Lulu appeared, Oscar smiled. "Good evening ma'me, I hope you don't mind the circumstances. I assure you I've taken great lengths to keep this meeting a secret." The beast cocked his eyebrow, his smile turning mischievous as he leaned toward the screen.

"Now how can I help you?"

Lulu Flint

Oscar raised an eyebrow, his mouth churning into an amused smile. "Is that so? News to me I'm afraid." Oscar was quiet for a long time, his pixelated face deep in thought. What exactly was Devon's game here? Ever since he wrestled their hold over Hoenn's power from them, Oscar tried his best to have as little to do with them as possible. Silph had long claimed the rest of that carcass, no use going in for seconds when he barely escaped with the chunk he had. Yet he couldn't deny, this intrigued him.

As Oscar's curiosity got the better over his judgement, his expression hardened. He was in business mode now, a serious mood for a serious topic. While not intending to be intimidating, the pixels morphed his face into something inhuman. Perhaps even demonic. Finally, Oscar decided to speak.

"This is very interesting Ms. Flint. If you wouldn't mind I would like to know more. Everything you know, if you can manage it."

Lulu Flint

Oscar took in Lulu's information stoically. He kept his feelings close to his chest, although he didn't suspect anything odd. His only passing thought about her involvement with Silph co. was that he didn't trust ol' Fernando as far as he could throw him--and that wasn't far. Insight into Lulu's backstory was fascinating, and while he wanted to pry he concluded that now would not be the best time. 

Finally Oscar smiled, leaning back as he answered. "I'd like to follow up on that faking your death bit, but for now I think your idea is splendid. The things we could observe at this party could be invaluable--and even if it isn't at least we gave due diligence." 

Oscar rolled his neck, chuckling as he imagined all those stuffy shits patting each other on the back for being rich. Was he bitter about not being invited? Maybe a little, but he didn't feel too bad. After all, he would get to attend anyway. Whether they liked it or not.

Oscar folded his hands together, "Alright let's meet tomorrow afternoon and we'll plan how to handle the bug. Thank you for coming to me with this, I feel very blessed to call you my ally. Was there anything else you think I should know?"

Lulu Flint