Oscar had to jump through a lot of hoops to obtain what Rowan required. Nihilego toxin samples were plentiful within Rocket's science department, but they were monitored closely. What was Oscar going to say once it was discovered that a sample went missing, that he lost it? The risk was too great, so instead Oscar tracked down a grunt that had captured one during the Ultra Deep Sea campaign and leveraged his position to get a chance to milk it. Have you ever milked a Nihilego? It is fucking nasty. Not the toxin itself, but like--the tentacles. The texture is just wrong. So very wrong.

Anyway Oscar got what he needed, and was entering Aether HQ with a refrigerated briefcase. What cruel irony; he finally got a chance to visit the Aether Foundation and all he had to do was undermine Rocket. Oscar did not have any regrets though, this was the price he had to pay to maintain Rowan Wrynn as an ally. Whatever Rowan had in mind for this toxin, it would be worth the risk.

Oscar was directed to the 'lounge', and once he discovered it was just a Sawsbucks he rolled his eyes. The Aether Foundation would absolutely be the kind of office to call an on-location Sawsbucks 'the lounge'. Bunch of degenerates, and Oscar envied them so fucking bad. Rowan was not hard to spot, and after waving enthusiastically Oscar would approach their table with a skip in his step.

"Hey there chucklefuck." Oscar stated as he placed his briefcase in front of Rowan. He would unlatch the case but not open it, instead turning to approach the counter. "Take a look, I'll be right back." Oscar would run off to order a black coffee of his own, allowing Rowan to observed the cylinder full of black liquid within the briefcase. Oscar would return with his coffee, hopping into his chair while directing a mischievous smile toward his friend.

"Can I deliver or what?"

Oscar leaned onto the table, one hand holding up a cheek while the other idly lifted his coffee to his mouth. "Any time! I mean, maybe not any time but, you get it." Oscar got a little lost in the 'sauce' from there, staring at the alien liquid as it unnaturally flowed around in its cylindrical casing. Maybe Oscar just needed something to anchor himself so that his anxiety about helping the League did not get the best of him.

Nope, not helping the League. He had to keep reminding himself that this was for Rowan--and for Aether. Speaking of, Oscar snapped himself out of his trance and fixed his posture. It was time to find out why Rowan needed this toxin.

"So, are you ready to share what you're working on or do I need to sign a form or something."

Rowan Wrynn