He wasn’t sure what had been said just before he’d arrived but whatever it had been, when he looked up at Felix Gallagher , he seemed visibly upset. That or constipated. He’s sure Eris didn’t have an unkind bone in his body and his eyes turn to stare at BARNABY FINCH accusingly before the young girl stepped through to announce the exam about to begin. He accepted the focus band without a second thought before letting out a scoff and giving his friend another shove. “You too! Merc experience doesn’t make you invincible.” He said, though he didn’t try to force the band on Felix. He’d be covering him anyway. “At least try to talk to us before you do something stupid.”
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At the suggestion of teaming up though, he jumped to object. “You sure you wanna stick with him? Don’t force yourself if you don’t want to.” he added, frowning at his choice in partners. Eris was alright, but without anymore context than what he’d seen, he wasn’t all that excited to join forces with Bee, regardless of what had gone down. He turned to guy wide eyes narrowing into a glare. “Bee can always buzz off.” There’s a pause before he clarified. “That means ‘fuck off’.” Despite this, it seemed like the team was set anyway, much his chagrin.

With that he turned to back his attention to the defacto leader of their team. “Eris Halla is more than capable, and I’ve done some training since our last mission together. So, trust us a little bit.” He said, raising his eyebrows at the man before turning to Eris. She wouldn’t want this on, but there was no need to take unnecessary risks for a simulation. “If you get hurt, you’ll delay your SPECTRA training.” He stated as he snatched up the band from Felix and slapped it onto one of Eris’ wrists. “Medbay food is shit anyway.” He continued with a sigh before letting out Straciatella. “Telly, take care of us.” He said as the Abomasnow began to pat, him on the head. His gaze eventually made it back to Bee. “That guy too, since we’re technically a team.” He added not about to sacrifice team cohesiveness over a little spat. “We can talk more later~” He added with a smile, though there was nothing friendly about it this time.


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+ team femboy is ago go [break][break]
- taking a FOCUS BAND [break]
- starting some shit [break]
- slapping a FOCUS BAND on Eris Halla as requested

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For a beat or two, long enough for the silence to be noticed by those around them, Yoshiro remained still and quiet, her countenance impassive. But then the corner of her lips twitched up in response to the jest, a low sound of mirth emanating from her chest, and she bumped the side of his arm with the side of her fist in an almost brotherly fashion.

"I'll have to start practicing my dragons for next time - wouldn't want you to be disappointed when it's your turn." There was her own manner of levity there, found by those who knew her well enough to look for it, the watered steel of her voice smooth at the edge. "Maybe a little Haxorus. Just for you."

It looked as if she had more to say about future employment, but as the announcement sounded and the Porygon-2s started to zip about, Yoshiro tilted her head and listened, one tattooed hand falling back to the hilt of her katana as she settled into an easy sort of wariness. Say what one will about Shioda, she was very good at her job - both the criminal one, and otherwise, and there was little use in jeopardizing either enterprise at a whim.

Or upsetting Amber, if she should disappear again.

The Focus Band went on. That would be that.

With a cursory check of her tamahagane, only an inch or two of shimmering metal revealed and only for an instant, Yoshiro re-sheathed the blade and lifted her chin in assent toward The Fixer. A last scan of the room made, she asserted, "Not the worst odds we've ever taken. You remember the Machamp gauntlet?"

Concurring with the man beside her, she addressed chryssa glasgow , "Perhaps another time, once I've had the opportunity to see your work firsthand. I wish you fortune and glory, nonetheless."

+Focus Band ON +Team The Fixer and yoshiro shioda +Pokemon: Arcanine, Jangmo-o, Zorua

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The exam seemed to begin, with Remiel Calcifet stating to "bring in the girl." Whatever the fuck that meant.

Summer was still a bit bitter that Remy hadn't acknowledged her. She'd make sure he'd hear about that later, though. Right now, she was too busy looking down below to see what exactly was going on.

Honestly? This was all whack. Maybe because she was so pregamed and intoxicated that she couldn't really understand everything going on, but what she did get was that some people were accepting these bands that could save them from death or maiming or not. In her eyes, it was a simple decision.

You absolutely took the band. Why waste your talents and life in a stupid exam like this?

Summer huffed before slumping back in her seat, looking over at Martín del Mar and Cillian Quinn as they discussed bets. Her polished finger tapped her pursed lip as she thought about who'd she bet on. She didn't really know many of the participants down there. But, based on her intuition, she could definitely pick out some good potential from the crowd.

Absolutely.

"BARNABY FINCH has my bid. That blonde girl over there, with the long hair, she does too," she said, pointing over at Elisabeth Fiorelli.

Why?

Well, Barnaby was hot. And that blonde girl, she was a cutie. Maybe she had something in her.

"Hmm... and maybe that cute little girl with those group of idiots that refused the band. Oh, and that really scary looking dude. They seem to have potential."

Summer was referencing to Ceri Glynn, priam conrad, and oscar clayton, of course. And The Fixer.

spectra

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”Good luck everyone.”
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Despite the chaos of noise that unfolds around the group, tension bleeds out of Klaus's frame as he looks around the hologram of Slateport. This wasn't real. He could handle not-real. Klaus's hand passes through a nearby man, a static-y feeling shooting up his arm that he duly ignores.
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Fist clenching and unclenching in an absent manner, Klaus shakes out the sensation before his magenta-pink gaze settles firmly on the lighthouse in the distance. "We should go there," he asserts suddenly. The young man does not wait for anyone of his group to confirm or deny the decision, instead moving purposefully through the crowds as he mentally repeats his mantra of It's not real.
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"Steel and water," Klaus mumbles, his hand going to his hip, only to pause as he thinks better of it. "Down closer to the water. Anwhistle can Safeguard us, unless someone else has a Protect. Both might be worth it. There was an Ultra Beast."
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"I know the area," he continues in a distracted manner, his hand swapping to another pokeball that he doesn't release just yet. "The beach down there should be safe enough. The rocks can provide cover, but they'll hinder our movement. I can draw whatever out onto the open water if we need."
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Gone is the timidity of earlier, a focused glint evident as Klaus falls silent, consumed in his plans. The song filters unbidden into Klaus's mind, an almost manic laugh spilling from his lips which then continue to move, wordlessly repeating the lyrics to himself:
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Everything that freaks me out [break]
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I'm cold as cold as cold can be [break]
Be [break]
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+ Elisabeth Fiorelli, ana fell, Izydor Baranowski [break]
+ Participating [break]
+ Pokemon: Dhelmise, Skrelp, Lapras [break]
+ WEARING the Focus Band [break]
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