Oscar raised an eyebrow at Fernando's answer. He had yet to hear about this incident, and it was truly surprising that someone could manage such a wound on Fernando Silph. Oscar would need to get more information about this encounter later--unless Fernando had more to share.

He just might, the cyclops ceo had put down his first card. Oscar's playful smirk faded, replaced by a look of concern. He placed his hands on the table, straightening his posture to appear more attentive. "Enough shenanigans then. What's the situation?" 

FERNANDO SILPH

PURCHASING/REDEEMING

welcome to the poké mart!

5X GACHAS (250 PD)

TOTAL

do come again!

250 PD

Oscar smirked at Bryan's urging. "I would not call it a good idea just yet but it's a start at least." Oscar spread out his arms dramatically, his black veins growing more visible as they pushed against his flexing skin. "I'll build an Infinity Generator in here and hook it to the tree! We'll have to clear everything out and find another place to store it, but it could be worthwhile. The generator has a shit-ton of Infinity Energy output so we can just pump it into the tree and see what happens."

It was probably more dangerous than Oscar made it seem, but he would worry about those sort of details later. If ever.

bryan delarosa

"Fuuuuck if I know."

Oscar's professionalism disappeared immediately. It was impossible to maintain a proper conduct in this sort of heat! Oscar's remark was supposed to be an answer for both of Fern's questions. Oscar was unsure how long exactly their hike was to be, just that it would take somewhere between a hot minute and a while.

As for the artifact, Oscar did not want to admit that he was not exactly sure what they were looking for. The client only divulged that it was not a rock, so that was all Oscar knew. Yet as they trudged forward, Oscar felt like he could at least elaborate on the client.

"The client's more important then the artifact itself. They want the artifact and we want their stupid amount of money so we're gonna bust our asses to make sure they're satisfied. Or--put a reasonable amount of effort--into our asses? No that doesn't make any sense. You get it though, we're gonna work hard."

fern delaney

Oscar dropped his menu abruptly, Fernando had a fair point. "Good idea, as long as it is not seafood." Oscar had enough health problems to worry about, he did not need to add food poisoning to that list. 

Oscar leaned in slightly, placing his elbows on the table and rest his chin on his clasped knuckles. "So how did you lose your eye? I know you live a much more interesting life then you let on, spill the details." Oscar could not hold it in, he was impulsively curious.

FERNANDO SILPH

Their second generator was easy to locate, and once again @bishop knew exactly what to do to restore it. Once again, however, their progress would also be their downfall. The power around them was restored, prompting their surroundings to light up with the beaming of streetlights. To the likely horror of the participants, Oscar had place another surprise here to help Genesect locate them.

Music.

Speakers placed around the area suddenly sprang to life, blasting a big band tune in every direction. Another distant boom would foretell Genesect's arrival, giving the participants precious little time to hide or run. Incidentally, Bishop's positioning gave him a head start over Johanna Joy. Would he take advantage of it or help out his comrade?

Or could she handle herself?

TNPsquLn
2/4 Generators Activated

Johanna Joy: 1/2
@bishop: 0/2

--You know the drill by now.

--At any time Bishop can give himself a strike to prevent Johanna from being eliminated. Note that if he gains a strike from his roll in the same round, that means elimination for him.

Oscar maintained an insouciant smile, unaltered by Fernando's signature blunt mannerisms. If such things bothered him, the world of business would have been far more difficult to navigate. He sat himself into his chair, opening the menu that the host placed in front of him before returning to the entrance.

Oscar aimed the menu downward so that he could still make eye contact with Fernando when they spoke. "Yes, everyone's been a bit busy lately. Can't be helped sometimes. Glad we made some time tonight though." It would have been foolish to believe this meeting was an attempt to reconnect before their world was annihilated. Oscar assumed Fernando wanted something, and he made an effort to stay aloof until Mister Silph showed his hand.

When asked if he had been well, Oscar briefly sucked on his teeth but refused to lose face. "Could be better, but I am trying to make my lemons into lemonade--so to speak. What about you Fernando? What has life thrown at you this year--also recommend something so I can put this menu down."

See it's funny because he clearly lost an eye and Oscar just wants to hear him say it.

FERNANDO SILPH

Trading Oscar's Swoobat (gacha, not used in thread) to jayden cross for caden maher's gacha beedrill 

Oscar jumped when Chu-e Choi spoke up, being unaware that he was right behind him. Oscar's brief panic died instantaneously, after all Chu-e was a trusted friend. He had even left his Mister Mime at home, which greatly set Oscar at ease. That clownish pervert was the last thing Oscar wanted to deal with at such an important meeting.

That's right you fucking mime, he knows it was you! Your days are numbered clown!

Oscar tuned back in on the matter at hand. Chu-e invoked a fair amount of theur peers to share their opinions on possible alternative plans, and Oscar had to admit their lack of concrete detail made him--concerned. Would they really have to rely on the League? Ugh, Oscar could not imagine such dire humiliation. Trusting the League to get their plan right might as well have been the same as jumping into a bathtub with a plugged in toaster.

Yet alternatives were scarce, at least alternatives Oscar felt confident in. If only they had that blue fucker, the one that scrambled time by accident. Maybe it could stop the meteor, hold it in place so they could take it apart. Alas, if there was any truth to the simulation he witnessed within the cyber world, the blue and pink duo were being locked out of this particular misadventure.

However, discussion of Lulu Flint's teleportation project reminded Oscar of another duo that might be of use. He spoke up, facing toward Lulu while speaking loud enough for all to hear. "The details are hazy for me, but aren't there pokemon that can naturally open wormholes to Ultra Space? If we lure them out maybe we can put them to work. How do we do that? I dunno I'm fuckin' spitballin' here."

Tl;dr
--Oscar thinks the bat and lion are a good bet.

As Gavin attempted to show he meant no harm, Genesect continued to stare. It was waiting for something, as if expecting a behavior common to Gavin. The only thing Oscar could think of was Shadow Lugia, Genesect was probably waiting for Gavin to send it out. Oscar rolled his eyes at Genesect's oddities and answered Gavin's question. Or tried to.

"It depends on the priority. I can divert its attention--ugh give it a rest Genesect he's not gonna send it out!" Oscar had taken a wild guess to stop Genesect's incessant staring, and to his surprise it worked. Genesect finally looked away and stepped forward, becoming more curious with its surroundings than Gavin. Perhaps it just needed to feel safe.

Oscar sighed, "Sorry, where was I? Right, so as soon as Genesect locks onto a priority target it is going to attack. The only way to keep it from doing so is to distract it before it can lock on. Usually it's really easy, I just yell at it and it'll look at me and won't go aggro. That's the key though, not giving Genesect enough time to recognize a priority target. A second too late and there won't be any stopping it besides just withdrawing."

Cillian Quinn

Oscar sighed as Gavin cleared the way to his work space. He was one hundred percent right; Oscar knew Genesect was a constant risk thanks to its programming, but he always tried to avoid fixing it because it seemed beyond him. Genesect was Cadis's creation at the end of the day, and only he knew how it worked. Without him, changing Genesect's programming seemed impossible.

Oscar pulled out Genesect's red pokeball, scowling as he looked upon it. "Not just Lugia." His tone was hoarse, determined yet tired. "Genesect attacks any shadow pokemon, ultra beast, and poor Chu-e without hesitation. For something created by Rocket, it's ironically the perfect weapon against us." He squeezed the ball, looking up as the doors to Gavin's lab opened. "It's too valuable to be such a danger. I will do what I must, Genesect will become an asset once more!"

Stepping into Gavin's lab was momentarily overwhelming, it was far larger than Oscar anticipated. Who knew they could stuff this much down here? Oscar quickly realized he was gawking and refocused, lifting his arm forward as he opened Genesect's ball. The cybernetic hunter appeared in a burst of red, temporarily facing away from Oscar before quickly turning around.

It lifted its arm as a greeting, proving that at the very least it remembered its courtesy training. Oscar wondered if it even understood what that meant, but in the end he was just glad it kept doing it. Oscar raised his hand, "Hey Genesect. You ready to train?" Genesect turned toward Gavin, staring down the Underboss with expressionless contempt. Oscar chuckled nervously, "You remember Gavin. Come on, you know he's cool." Genesect seemed unconvinced. 

Oscar sighed, "We should probably just get started. What's first boss?"

Cillian Quinn

The elevator ride to Cillian Quinn's bunker lab felt like a decade, though that was probably just Oscar's anxiety creating time dilation. Oscar was pinching his palm, occasionally looking to the underboss as if he he wanted to say something before deciding against it. At one point he did build up the courage to speak, but ended up only being able to get out some small talk.

"Blackstone was kinda hard to find ha. Thought it was Lulu's place for a second."

Oscar turned his head away, cursing himself for his cowardice. Why was he scared, it was not like he was in trouble or anything. He just thought--Gavin's request was---well. Oscar groaned loudly, running his hands down his face. "Look I'm not saying this a bad idea, it's just not possible! We're gonna get ourselves hurt if we try--"

Ding! They were here.

The doors opened, and Oscar cringed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I dunno man, I'm just fucking freaked out." They stepped forward. "Genesect's programing is not like a behavior, it can't just be taught to stop hunting shadow pokemon. What if this hurts one of your pokemon--or Genesect--or--where are we going again I've never been here..."

Oscar stood on the lowest step below the admins, leaning his body against the handrail of the stairs. This was the first time he was invited to stand anywhere besides the general crowd, so fuck yeah he was going to take advantage of it. What a fucking crowd though, looking out on all these Rocket grunts sent shivers across his skin. He always forgot just how large their numbers had grown.

Declan--uh Mister Walsh commences a meeting with a rousing query: What did Rocket think of the League's plan? priam conrad ignited the vast majority to shout their disapproval, and with such a massive wave of enthusiasm Oscar could not help but grin. Oscar did not approve of it either, not just because of the damage it might cause but how wasteful it was. That meteor was a resource, a jackpot from deep-space with unprecedented value. Their solution should not be to get rid of it, but to use it for the betterment of mankind.

You know, if they could find a way to stop and mine it.

Oscar threw up a hand, a gesture of dismissal toward the League's plan. "The universe sends us a fuckin' meteor and they want to chuck it elsewhere? Fuck that, either the world's meant to end or that meteor is meant to be ours!"

@rocket