Gavin was delivered safely, though perhaps a bit singed from the Electroweb. Once he was feeling well enough, the underboss was free to join Oscar at his cute little control-center desk where he was watching the training through Genesect's visor cameras. Popcorn will be provided on request.

Genesect had work left to do, so it would fly out of Oscar's safehouse and head back toward the first generator. Another Flame Charge would unleash a second sonic boom, indicating to the remaining participants that Genesect was back on the hunt. At the first generator Genesect would find that its two remaining prey were already gone, though there should be an indication of where they went should it look around...

--You know the drill by now.

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Oscar responded to Aurelie's questions in statements with expressions and gestures rather than words. The bright girl thought a bit too fast in this moment, Oscar could not formulate verbal responses in time. Mostly shrugs, nods, finger guns, and at least one smiling downward glance of understanding. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and when she asked the magic question of when she could start Oscar would clap his hands together and grin.

"Tomorrow!" he announced, flourishing his hands a bit as he looked upward and let out a cheerful "Hooray!" Oscar chuckled as he pulled out his cellphone, already starting to type before requesting information. "Would you mind giving me your personal number or email, that way I can send you the address of where my helicopter will be departing. All you have to do is show up before we leave and board, I'll have a contract written up and ready to sign by then."

Oscar finished up what he was typing and paused to listen for Aurelie's answer. As he filled in the blanks with one hand, Oscar would hold out his other and smile at the young blacksmith. His eyes had a spark to them, though it was hard to tell if it was from mischief or joy. "Shall we shake on it then?"

Aurelie Lefevre

Oscar clapped his hands, "Yes! Good then I can proceed. I wanna make prosthetics. Not just any prosthetics though, I'm talking Genesect prosthetics--but for humans. Like um, human prosthetics with Genesect tech. Sorry my brain is leaving me behind here." 

It would seem Oscar was more susceptible to the Champaign then he first assumed, those months without drinking really did a number on his tolerance. Now that he thought about it though, how much of his sickness was from the Endless and how much was from alcohol withdrawal? Oh shit he just blew his own mind. 

Oscar blinked as he realized he was staring into space, and poured himself another glass. 

Lulu Flint

Oscar looked up, his face practically beaming as Ethan approached him. "Thank fuck I was getting worried!" Oscar flinched after he spoke, looking around to see if anyone noticed. Luckily the scientists hanging in the lobby were too absorbed in their own conversations to pay Oscar any mind. Oscar cautiously turned his attention back to Ethan. 

"I need you help. Follow me, don't lag behind." Oscar turned on his heels and strode up to the porygon guarding the inner lab. It looked Oscar up and down, scanning him to allow access. Oscar pointed his thumb behind him to Ethan, "He's with me. Lulu will know him." The porygon would let Oscar through, but would stop Ethan to get a scan. It would not prevent him from following Oscar once the scan was over, but now it would have a bio-reference just in case anything went awry.

Oscar fast-walked down the main lab hallway, looking over his shoulder occasionally to make sure Ethan was keeping up. He eventually reached an elevator, and after scanning an ID card the massive sliding doors of the lift would open to the both of them. Oscar would wait for Ethan to board before pressing the button for the bottom floor: B3. 

As their decent began, Oscar would take this moment to ask Ethan an important question. "How familiar are you with the space-time distortions occurring across Hoenn?

@bishop

Oscar looked over as a stranger addressed, a grin forming as he realized who he was looking at. "And you must be Levy. Welcome to the fuckin' party, hope you're ready to hike." Oscar turned toward the young man fully, folding his arms as he looked him up and down. Was he nervous? Nah, uncertain? Anxious! Hm, he could not place the emotion but something was clearly bothering the kid.

However Oscar was not familiar enough with him to play councilor just yet, for now there was work to be done. He chuckled as he turned back around to face the pass. "Spoinks are most populous about half way down. It's not as far as it sounds, just kinda rough. Let me know if you need help."

Without further instruction, Oscar began climbing down the path. The rocky terrain was cumbersome and steep, those who did not pay attention may very well find themselves tumbling downward. Luckily, the slender frame of these two poachers would make them nimble enough to avoid such a fall--in theory.

Oscar called upward, continuing to hike without seeing if Levy had gotten started on his own. "So how do you feel about today's mission!?"

Levy Alinsky

Oscar looked up as he was addressed, his expression still a mixture of annoyance and fatigue from searching through his bag. It suddenly clicked that this man brazenly stepping up to him and addressing Oscar by name was fern, and the beast quickly adjusted himself to appear more 'with it'. Oscar smiled brightly, his arms open with enthusiasm to punctuate his greeting.

"Hey you must be Fern! Yeah I'm great, totally fine and pumped to find this relic. Hope you brought everything you needed, we got a long trek ahead of us."

Oscar was doing his best to seem experienced, he did not wish to make a bad first impression with his mission partner. A beast being unprepared for a physically taxing hike, a laughable idea. Oscar would feel INCREDIBLE SHAME! Turning toward the Fiery Path's entrance, Oscar adjusted his backpack and motioned for Fern to follow. 

"Do your best to keep up, and let me know if you need any breaks."

Oscar hoped he did well enough to appear is if he knew what he was doing, but he was not fully confident in his effort...

fern delaney 

Oscar scratched his head as Bryan took a moment to recharge. He did not look so good, the effort to revive the tree of life seemed to be taking a massive toll. Oscar scowled as he cautiously drew closer, resting his hands delicately upon his waist. 

"That barely answered my question." He spoke firmly but empathetically, as he did not wish to set Bryan off or upset him. "Forget about me, I want to know how Bryan is doing. You've been trying to revive this thing for ages, when was the last time you've gone outside?"

Oscar worried for his friend; it was understandable why Bryan seemed to be obsessed but it was clearly killing him. Humans, demi-gods or not, were never meant to expend Infinity Energy. If he could not reel himself in, the damn fool was going to waste away.

bryan delarosa

A dinner with FERNANDO SILPH? How unexpected. Oscar had assumed that Hoenn's premier mega-ceo would rather chew glass than interact with him in person. Perhaps he missed Oscar's roguish charm and bad attitude. Jokes aside, Oscar felt uneasy about the invitation. Fernando did not reach out unless there was something important to discuss, and if it involved Oscar it likely meant bad news.

Oscar would attend regardless, meeting Fernando at the restaurant of his choosing in a fashionably late manner. As Fernando came into view, Oscar would open his arms in greeting. "Well Mister Silph, it's been an age or two hasn't it?" 

Oscar tapped his fingers to his cheeks, "Nothing we can't handle I assure you. Just an influx of sea predators, probably drawn by the tourist activity. They should not be hard to clear out." Oscar leaned back, dismissing his concern as a passing anxiety. Surely the reports from his GMH survey team were exaggerating. 

He opened up his arms as he chuckled to himself, "Fuck Rowan I'm just excited to get that eyesore back to being operational. When can we start?"

Rowan Wrynn

A shadow passed over Chu-e Choi. Perhaps he would pay it no mind, believing it to be just a cloud. Or maybe he would look up right away to see what was suddenly blocking his light. Either way, a metallic screech would surely draw his eyes to a black and red object hurdling down toward him. With a bit of focus, he might even realize that it was nonother than his favorite cybernetic assassin: Genesect. 

As always, as soon as Genesect located Chu-e the eccentric former underboss would become a priority one target. Genesect was flying at a breakneck speed, likely aiming to smash Chu-e into a smear of black crystal on the bench he sat upon. Luckily before it could get too close, Genesect would disappear with a flash of red behind the sitting mister Choi.

If Chu-e were to look behind him, he would find a very giggly Oscar coming out from behind a tree. He felt rather proud of his little gag, only possible thanks to the park's sparse population. He hid Genesect's red pokeball in his coat pocket, getting all of his chuckles out before addressing his long-lost friend. 

"I'm so sorry, I really couldn't help myself. Did I scare ya?"

"Hmmm..." 

By this point Clavis was completely decked out. Rings lined every inch of his legs, and he worse bracelets around his body like extravagant skirts. It was a more than satisfactory haul, and with the trinkets Oscar had in his own pockets he felt pretty confident in their victory. However, he did not feel happy about it. It seemed uneven, if he came back with this much loot it might make Jayden feel bad. The last thing he wanted was for him to stop wanting to hang out.

Oscar rubbed his neck and groaned as he emptied one of his pockets onto the ground. "Dump the jewelry, we're not taking it." Clavis gasped, shuffling backward in shock. Not taking the loot, had Oscar gone mad!? Oscar shot the dewpider a harsh look, "You heard me bub, dump it all!" Clavis sighed, reluctantly sliding off his various spoils. The disheartened spider then crawled up his master's body, perching himself on Oscar's right shoulder. Oscar scratched the top of Clavis's bubble, "Sorry pal, I just don't want Jayden to be mad at me. I'll make it up to ya. Promise."

Oscar emerged from his hiding place and headed back to their original meeting spot. As Jayden came into view, Oscar held up a hand and tried to get his attention. "Yo Jayden! Over here!" Clavis mimicked his master, waving one of his legs frantically to get Jayden's attention. Once he was close enough, Oscar pulled the few bracelets he kept out of his pocket and showed them off. 

"I didn't have much luck this time. Oh well, it happens. What did you get?"

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Oscar checked his watch as he looked down from the top of the Jagged Pass. There was no time crunch or anything similar, he just needed something to do besides staring into the horizon while he waited. Today's mission was straight forward, just find some spoink and take their pearls. Nothing else to it really.

Oscar was glad to have an easier job for once. The Jagged Pass had a sizeable spoink population, so it shall not be difficult to find a few. Plus spoink were tiny weaklings, taking their pearls shall be easier than stealing from toddlers. Why did Rocket need their pearls? Well what do fucking spring pigs need pearls for? Psychic enhancement? Sheesh, they will be just as psychic without them. These pearls had a high price on the black market, and with how easy they were to get the profit basically made itself. 

Well relatively easy to get, there was always the chance that a powerful grumpig will be nearby to protect the spoink--but come on what are the odds of that happening?

Before he could begin though, Oscar had to wait for his partner for this mission: Levy Alinsky. His file had very little information, so he must have been pretty new. Oscar supposed the admins wanted him to teach the greenhorn a thing or two, which was never a problem as long as they got the job done.