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Neon lets out a sharp laugh after howard slayte finished. “Wait- you can't seriously believe one Beast, no offense Dog, is enough to compensate for the power vacuum left by an Underboss? What's he gonna do, slice the paperwork on Underboss Fiorelli's desk?” A glance at Hitoshi Inoue and his LED grin dropped for a moment. “Actually he does look like the type to try it…” his attention slides back to the Admin. “Either way, we’ve lost a huge administrative figurehead.” Or something similar. Underbosses after all were some sort of deadly mix of admin and beast. At least, to Neon. It’s a strange sphere of influence and Elisabeth’s was vast. Poisons, subterfuge. and an overall penchant for fucking with the League. Literally and metaphorically. [break][break]

He sighed through his nose still at Regirock’s acquisition. He couldn’t deny it was beneficial to them. PROJECT INFINITY would benefit greatly from a different dynergy signature. Even still, their gains seem measly at the loss of someone he was fond of. He glanced at jayden cross , half for guidance, half for morale. In the end, whatever position Jayden took would reflect Rocket, and Neon would model his own response after it. Jayden had grown up in the organization after all.[break][break]

When Cillian Quinn enters, he straightens up a little at the presence of an actual Underboss, not just Elisabeth Fiorelli ’s chair, and gives a nod of acknowledgement. When Tempest speaks, that’s when the silver feather crosses the air once more, slicing off the cherries of howard slayte ’s and now Tempest Quinn ’s cigarettes. It deftly hides itself near the Beast’s wings. He doesn’t ignore Tempest then, tilting his head ever so casually towards the man and giving a wink which was just code for a middle finger. Underneath the table, something purple zips by as his owner busies himself with the meeting, exploring the abandoned pokemon center before settling on the other side of the table to stare at the glowing creature on the table. [break][break]

Zev Harcourt enters and he smells like a bonfire, but at least he doesn’t bring anything fresh and as strong as a new cigarette. He finally takes a seat next to jayden cross ’s empty one, understanding the one empty seat was for fern delaney . He greets priam conrad , matching his energy with a bright blue smile at the newer beast and a thumbs up. Priam’s words had been smooth. He definitely knew what he was talking about. [break][break]

He then looked over at the next beast that entered. Immediately, Neon is unable to hide the grimace at the sight. Not of Shred ’s grody appearance but the fucking obscene amount of cigarettes hanging from his lips. Once more a feather zips through the air to swipe at the cigarette’s cherries. The irony of his own appearance is lost on him and again, he looks to jayden cross to see if this was another one the Admin knew of before turning back to the Last of the beast’s to arrive. [break][break]

“You should’ve stayed outside until you were ready to come in.” [break][break]

Shadow like tendrils strike out from underneath the table but they don’t grab anyone or anything. Instead, one purple Zigzagoon uses them to prod at the Illumina Eevee, drawn to them perhaps because they were the only other similarly sized pokemon out or because of their own strange dichotomy. One pokes their back before retracting quickly before attempting to poke at their nose. Zabaglione sits patiently, shaking with unexpelled energy and big eyes and a tail that wags back and forth in a flurry at the thought of a possible friend.


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it's a highway, highway to the dark [break]
and a neon medusa's got your heart .