What a beautiful day today. The sun is shining over Sootopolis, with the Wingull flying high in the sky, flapping their wings as they do. The freshwater lake is nice to take a dunk in, less to arrive in after diving. Irvyn's lungs are big, but never meant to be that big. That's what scuba gear was for. Still, the harsh light that came from how the sun refracted made for an interesting picture.

The job was simple. Meet up with one of the elites, someone far above him who was half his own age, and smear the living hell out of the League, without ever mentioning Rocket. Stir the proverbial pot a little, maybe cause a riot. Irvyn's puns alone might be able to do that much, buuuuuuuuut... there was probably a way to do this with a lot more finesse. And the imagination of children often made for a lot more fun than just an adult comedy show meant to break down the societal chains of establishment and annihilate peace by pointing out its flaws in a hilariously tragic way.

Honestly. Who would want a comedy show by him anyways? This would be a lot more fun. Because Irvyn lived for seeing people smile, and while he never was one for social activism in a way that would meet societal demands, he did love watching the seams tear apart. He found it fun, and it gave him the biggest smile on his face.

Irvyn Rielly was not a good person. He never was.

"You must be my superior." With utmost respect, the nicely-dressed redhead bowed to Eris at their rendevous point. A small cafe for the duo to use to their advantage. Whether it was here, or on the waters outside of the gym. "And so young, too. My therapist tells me I have quite the inferiority complex, though it isn't a very good one." A joke to break the ice. "Irvyn Rielly, at your service. How would you like to start?"

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