Mother of All Marks (Open, be ready to fight)

[bruiserbill]

Biil straightened the cloak on his "white ghost" uniform. Buzzer had talked Remy into performing here a few night back with his band and they had done plenty of scoping the place out.

He knew that the fault was downstairs, and that with a good distraction, he could get at it. First, he'd need the distraction. Thankfully, Amy and Hype were ready to help with that. Amy had laready prepared to transform into him, but was right now posing as the bouncer, who was currently tied to a chair is his own house.

Hype would knock out the generator, Amy would transform into a replica of bill in the white ghost outfit, and by the time the lights came back on, security woudl be upstairs while he raided the vault. He kenw this plan was too easy, though. There was a good chance someone coudl spot him so he had to focus. He was on the roof of the opposite building, and the watches were synchronised. He jsut had to wiat for the right moment....

Hypes smiled as he found the right maintainance shaft. Go in, knock out anyone inside, bash or slice generator with psychic energy. Simple enough, he thought as he looked down into the negineering room.

Amy flexed her hands slowly. Posing as Benny, the tough-guy bouncer, was far from the funnest part of the plan. She was just waiting for the signal, ready to strike. Making these rich punks and Pravus drones sweat was gonna be fun, even if it meant playing the part of an idiot until then. What really freaked her out was how many phone numbers she had gotten. Apparently this guy was a looker by human standards, which wasn't what she expected from this bulky, buff and bald body. Whatever.

[Bug||Bradley.]

(I didn't mean for this to be so bad, I just wanted to post for you. >D)

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Brad was shocked at just how easy it was. Before he had gone through puberty all those years ago, he couldn’t get a girl. But now -- now his sex life was at its height. Women practically ate out of his hand, wanting so badly to just have what he could offer, and as sick a thought as it was, Brad loved every second of it. So after sleeping with woman one hundred or so, Brad was nothing short of a professional love maker -- if there was even such a thing.

“Oh. Mr. Vibravi, you’re just so handsome!” the woman whispered in the darkness of one of the hotel’s many closets.

Brad ran his fingers through his hair while pulling his jeans up over his boxers. Once fastening the button of his jeans, Brad lowered himself onto the girl sprawled out upon a few blankets the two had found on the way towards the closet before their bliss had ensued. His lips pressed against hers firm at first, but softened as he searched for what he wanted. All the while, the woman ran her fingers through his hair with one hand while the other tugged against one of the belt loops on his pants.

“No. No more. I’ll get back to you later…,” Brad muttered against her lips, truly not meaning what he was saying. “But shh.” And he attached his lips to hers once again, forcefully pushing her over a little so he could wrap his fingers around the universal keys in her dress pants' back pocket. Once feeling the cool metal against his calloused fingers Brad pulled the keys into his back pocket and loosened himself from the girls heated grasp. In the dark he could tell that her eyes were filled with desire and evident yearning.

“Come back later, Mr. Viscadi. My shift ends at twelve,” she told him, a sense of pleading in her eyes.

Brad smirked at the pathetic sight, dipped his head, and without another word left the room. Once outside his Infernape, Inferno, approached him. “Your lady friend had a Chimchar --”

“That’s rape, I hope you know that,” Brad interrupted, his eyes searching the hotel’s interior in order to find a pair of stairs which would hopefully lead him to the vault. "But if you didn't, you know now."

Inferno rolled his eyes and followed as Brad opened up a door and slipped inside unseen. It was then that the two were led to a stairwell that seemingly had no end. Inferno opened his mouth to complain about the soon-to-be long walk, but was quieted as soon as he did so although nothing even came of it. Brad was on a mission, he could tell. So as the two climbed up the stairs, Inferno whimpered out in clear annoyance.

"I hope karma bites you in the ass you --" Inferno snapped, only to come face to face with the outdoors. He smirked, they were on the roof -- figures.

"Fuck! The roof? I didn't want to end up on the roof, I am tryin' to steal fuckin' money from this damn hotel, an' I get on the roof? Just my luck!" Brad shouted out into the emptiness of the sky around him.

[bruiserbill]

(No worries)


Bill jumped over the gap with a running leap, making a surprisingly soft landing near this blond fool and the infernape following him. "Yell a little louder that your robbing the place, I don' think security heard you," he said in a hushed whisper. "If you're seriously going to rob the place, you can help me out. I don't know what your target is, but I'm after the vault. I'm after s something specific, but if you'd like some cash, you can just help me in and fill your pockets. It'd save us the trouble of having to fight," he said gently.

To be honest, he didn't like this one bit. This guy was some con-man or thug, and he couldn't be trusted. But if he was half as greedy as he acted, he wouldn't bite a hand that fed him, either.

Amy looked at the bouncer's cheap knock-off watch that she had stolen and worn. Two minutes. Then the lights would pop and sh'ed have to make her move. She signalled to a burly waiter. "Keep an eye on the door, I gotta wash up." The hefty waiter nodded and took his place as s/he quickly walked into the men's room, smiling at the emptiness. The attendant was apparently out having a smoke. She pulled a comic book sketch out of her pocket and focused, transforming into a Nidoking wearing black leather pants, gloves, and a black bandana over it's face.

Hype smirked as he slowly unscrewed the vent on the shaft, moving is aside quietly and creating a small opening. "Cut the lights and run to the vault easy enough."

Meanwhile, Amy walked over and pulled a duffle bag with multiple guns and swords out form under the men's room sink that Remy had left there a night back. She began loading them into her holsters, still grinning widely. "This is gonna rock" the cheerful Nidoking thought to herself. Amy grinned. Once the lights died, it was time to move....

Bill sighed. "I've got two minutes. Either you can stay here, or you can help me. Hurry up and choose."

[Bug||Bradley.]

Brad hadn’t even allowed the thought of forming an alliance with someone he didn’t even know in order to steal from the hotel’s vault. However, something about this mysterious guy who had cleared the gap between two buildings just seconds before made him consider the thought. Whether it be his appearance, or the way he carried himself, Brad was convinced that maybe this could work. After all, stealing from a vault alone got pretty painstakingly dull now that he thought about it -- this wasn’t the first time he had been in the situation -- so maybe the new added flare would spice things up. Then again, there was always a chance that the male could pull the rug from under his feet, which, in turn, would have him be put behind bars.

“Hm. Yeah, you’re right…I don’t think they heard me. Maybe I should be yellin’ a bit louder, shouldn’t I?” Brad retorted, his words lined with malice. He didn’t wish to show the man he was interested in his little plot, he wasn’t one for criminal buddies; working alone was all he had known, so getting used to the new change was strange and somewhat unwelcome. Although, warming up would most likely make things easier. “I wont, if you were wonderin‘…I mean, about yellin’ louder. I ain’t that stupid.” A smirk lined his lips then as he paced back and fourth for a moment.

Inferno, who was crouched down beside his trainer, folded his arms across his chest. His head dipped a bit, giving off a sense of empowerment as he gazed up at the new figure through his dark lashes. Something about his stance gave off to Brad the Pokemon’s uneasiness, though he could tell the Pokemon would allow the change of pace for once. “I say we join up with them, couldn’t hurt. If we do get caught though, guy,” Inferno commented and continued, “you will have a ringed fist slammed up against your fucking skull, okay?”

Brad chuckled darkly. “Inferno, no time for threads. We’ve got a hotel to rob.” His gaze shifted towards the man. “I’m in, as long as you’re open to doin’ this with another. I’m not used to helping’ people with these sorts of things…” the male admitted.

“Brad, keys…” Inferno began.

Brad fished through his pocket and drew from them the universal keys he had pulled from the woman’s pants just a few minutes earlier. “Universal keys. I got them from some lady…you don’t need to know how.” He smirked again. “They’ll get us into the vault room much easier, I just don’t know what the combination will be -- or even where we can find it. Any ideas? Or plans, for that matter?”

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[Akira]

Major fail of a post. Not much interaction, yet, clearly. Dx Bleeeeeh, I have a baaaad feeling death will come... -sniffle- Akira don't wanna diiiie. XD Ebil guns. o3o Brad, I had to borrow your "girl" in this post too...Hope it's alright. Dx Since, Brad pretty much "left her" and all.

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Crowds of many flocked about, completely swarming the main lobby. Mutters, hisses, spats, curses - all imaginable rantings - echoed in the lobby. Both grunts and civilians held back little; for it seems neither could reach their destination. The mobs' anticipation grew loader, demanding someone to assume their rightful place behind the desk. Such demands only caused rash actions to follow. Fists were thrown up, people began shoving one another. A single click - of the tongue hitting the mouth's roof - silenced the mob.

Akira let a hum or pleasure surpass her lips. My, how did she enjoy attention by such a method. Suddenly a chuckle escaped her throat; raw as it was unusual. Glistering crystal orbs roamed the crowd. Finding little to no entertainment drew the woman bored - which her falling smile facade revealed. Or, perhaps the crowds roars were - now - directed at her.

"Why in Hell are you not giving us our rooms!?!"

"Oi! When you people say "excellent service" I expect it!"

"What makes you think we should wait until you're ready to serve us!?"

Sheesh. Where are the people who accused me? Ah! Wait! There they are~

The lips fell as low as they could, the lieutenant finding herself growing irritated. A sigh was forced from her lips as she took a step forward. The woman's hips swayed while adverting many sized forms. Swiftly, the hands dodged about - as if the owner was dancing with each soul she passed. Once the dance was complete (Akira now in front of the desk), a transparent smile began to form. Her hands were held up, revealing several wallets of leather. Gasps instantly rose among the crowd;

"THIEF!"

"GIVE THAT BACK!"

"Gladly~" The demands came to a screeching halt. Eyelashes fluttered in utter confusion. Had they heard the woman right? Was she really willing to give her wallet back? As the smile began its widening, the crowd grew weary. Emotions were drained from their faces but Akira could still read them. A think chuckle entered the silence room; reading everyone's failed "pokerface" attempts. Perhaps a game was in order...

"Oops~" A sarcastic sweet reply. Wallets were flung into the air, people scurrying to catch what was theirs. Or what wasn't...Akira didn't care. The forms had strained themselves - to grab something that was green. While the pathetic panic ran through their veins, the lieutenant placed her hands (palm faced down) on the marble desk. With a thrust upward, the woman was sitting upon the stand.

All mutters - this time about the hassle over wallets - were sliced down when Akira spoke up."Tell me, novices, does this appear to be a pathetic hotel worker's outfit?" Various eyes instantly followed the woman's hand stroking down her form. From a red tang top that hugged tight in the right area. Down the leg that was covered from the hips. Black ten-a-shoes matched the tops' fire-type symbol. Once more, faces could only be baffled. How could they have not see that she - clearly - was not the woman in charge of the desk? It was outrageous!

A few began to stand, brushing off any dirt that collected to their clothing. Akira let her head tilt, letting the different color strands to intertwine. Did all these people win the Dunce of the Year award? muses quickly laid to rest once a rustle came from behind.

Sure enough, the woman had returned to her post. Her own eyelashes fluttered, as her face began holding a darker red tint. Akira took time to realize she was, indeed, pretty but...the lieutenant fell silent - allowing the woman to release apologizes into the stale air. My, how that voice reveals so much...

Once the final person was in place, Akira pressed her lips together. Giving a disgusted look. Catching the glimpse from the other woman, came a demand; "Yes, Miss? Something you need to say to me."

"You reek of sex."

"W-what!?" a stammer, a flush, then a denial.

A narrow of the eyelashes. "You reek of sex." Each word pronunciation was slowed drastically. Words took a minute to set him - apparently as the woman went to protest.

"How-"Said attempts were silenced as a hand was held before the mouth. Cupping it, the lieutenant hissed a,"Hush. I don't need to hear your lame excuse. Though I'll tell you if you keep your yap shut. Got it?"

A nod. A smirk was formed."Your eyes are constricted, as if you were intoxicated by something. Your clothes appear to be slightly ruffled - unprofessional by the way. Your face was flushed. Finally, you reek of some cheap perfume or man in general?" The last line was a personal hit for whoever he was.

The woman removed her hand. "Good. Now, for the record, next time you desire sex..." a click once more."Do it on your break. Women like you give women like me a bad reputation."

Silence broke through the lobby. Until, a muffle of words had hit the area. Akira cocked her head, observing an action before her. Taking glimpse of a waiter taking a place before the bathroom stalls - no, a male's stall. Akira shook her head,"These days...men are just as bad as women."

Something felt wrong - or so said Akira's instincts. Terribly wrong. The woman released a sigh, a hand was rushed through blond and blue hair. A knot came through the run-though, making the lips of the lieutenant fall slightly. Was this an omen? Whatever the case...

The lieutenant smirk as some foreign emotion surged her veins. As swift as the smirk came, it vanished. Instantly the woman came off the counter. Leaning over the marble, she spoke up. "Now, if I were to get a room...." Her shoulder twitched, adjusting the bag that held her Pravus card, Pokemon, and a bit of cash. However, many would fight a long time before reaching inside its corridors.

Waiting felt odd to do...but she'd do it...

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"Where are the people that accused me? The ones who beat me down and bruised me, They hide just out of sight, can't face me in the light , They'll return but I'll be stronger..." - Fireflight; "Unbreakable"

[bruiserbill]

Bill chuckled. "Keys? That should work up till the vault. Thankfully I have a distraction right about...now." And with that he entered the door and gestured for them to follow, "Keep up."

With perfect timing, the lights flickered as Hype knocked out the maintenance man and hit the lights, knowing the back up generators would kick in automatically.

As the lights flickered back on, Amy came out in Nidoking form with one gun drawn and dropped an empty bag. "I'll take any jewelry, wallets and other valuables you happen to have. No heroism, please," Amy uttered in a gruff masculine voice, improvising an angrier version of Buzzer.

Billy continued down the stairs, hearing the large amount of noise and the occasionally shot of gunfire into what sounded like the ceiling. "Well, it looks like our main-floor distraction is working flawlessly."

Hype smirked, quickly teleporting to another ventilation shaft outside the vault. He quickly whispered the necessary intelligence into Bill's headpiece. "Boss," he whispered, there are four humans and three Pokemon keeping an eye on the vault. All the guards are packing, and look moderately well-trained.

Bill sighed. "The welcoming carpet has teeth. Four humans, three Pokemon. They aren't moving from the vault, so it seems likely that we're going to have to fight our way through, unless you have a better plan. Frankly, I could use the work out, and I'll take point. I'm prolly the best at taking a hit between us. Just get ready to back me up, got it?"

With that, he made it down to the first floor, seeing people panic and not yet moving out. "Blend in to the chaos, move to the staff elevator opposite the coat closet, and wait for me there." He then coded over to the Amy, "Skinny blonde and Infernape are with us, don't call any attention to them."

[Bug||Bradley.]

Brad never really took part in anything team like. Throughout his school career--while keeping up with his Rocket career on the side--Brad liked to sit in the back of his classroom, acting like he was invisible. He’d receive a few weary, as well as daring gazes, from the many sumptuous young women in all of his classes. His teachers would ask the class to begin working in pairs, and at times groups. Brad would refuse, nevertheless, preferring to work alone as opposed to with a partner or partners. He was fixated on his own standards: working alone, living alone…being alone--that was how it was meant to be.

Working with this Bill had piqued an interest within Brad, nevertheless. The two seemed to be rather similar, wanting nothing more than to wreak havoc and make some cash along the way. So, with that in mind, Brad handed the keys to Bill, as if handing over leadership to the man. If things were going to work out, he would take the role as a sidekick. Bill also had his plan more thought out, whereas Brad was simply planning on sneaking his way around. Clearly Bill was the more intelligent of the two.

“Keepin’ up isn’t the problem,” Brad smirked as he followed after the man, his green hues scanning the area around them. He could only look for a few moments, for the lights in the building had turned off, only to flicker back on as the backup generators completed their job. “Part of the plan, I’m guessin’.” He sniggered and continued down the flight of stairs.

Further inside the hotel Brad could hear the sound of gunshots hitting what he figured to be the ceiling. This guy was good. If only his team were more, better-suited for these sorts of missions--maybe schemes such as these would come much easier. That wasn’t the case, however. Stealing, conning and instigating always came with a cost. Just a few days ago Brad had been in a sticky situation with a Ranger brat: Ethan Lynch--his new mortal enemy.

The bastard had kicked him in the face twice, and in the same spot, which smacked a purple welt just above the man’s eyelid. It was a gruesome looking thing, and Brad favored to not draw any unwanted attention towards it. Some things--he believed--were better left unsaid. Things such as getting his as whooped by a man younger than himself. It wasn’t important now what had happened a few days ago, the thought was long lost. Brad had more things to think about now.

“If we have to kick some ass, can I use my switchblade?” Inferno asked, the question meant for no one in particular. The Pokemon clutched the sheathed blade, his eyes widened in excitement when he happened to overhear some of what Bill’s Pokemon was saying. “I promise I’ll leave their carcasses in a place where no one will find them…”

Brad looked over his shoulder, then eyed Bill. “Ya don’t mind if he has some fun, right?” he asked, a snicker lining his lips. “He’ll be makin’ sure he doesn’t do too much damage. Am I clear, Inferno?”

“I won’t rip their innards out, if that’s what you mean…” Inferno chuckled, his fur blazing.

Brad shook his head and glanced around him. People were horror-stricken, something he hadn’t seen in a long while. At first he was slightly taken aback, but soon eased up to the thought of creating a scene. He took notice of Bill, who hadn’t moved out into the open, and figured they were waiting for someone--or something. “Tell me when, Boss.”

Brad laughed to himself, trying the word out on his lips again, this time in a whisper, “Boss…”

[Akira]

Sorry for the delay and the crappy post...

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Fingers made piter-patter sounds as the woman found herself drawing near the brink of breaking. Her orbs focused down upon the pale digits, in the cycling pattern. Said crystal irises glazed over with the emotion of boredom. Her attention drew to the woman working behind the counter. Somehow, watching her scramble to get Akira a room wasn't entertaining her. Odd, very much so...

"I'm booooored," the woman whined, making the other to hide an annoyed scowl. Akira could not help but let a smug smirk cross her features. Hiding emotions is where many failed at in life. Pity, really. Calmly, yet in a predatory manor, the lieutenant's hand 'tip-toed' (with her pointer and middle finger) toward the woman's hand. Clasping it, she giggled when the other woman gasped. Oh~ This was far too much fun~

Akira's fingers entwined the other's. Now, Akira was no where bisexual nor was she homosexual; but it never kills to scare another person. The woman behind the desk failed to pull away as Akira pressed her weight upon the peach-skin; possibly aiming to bruise it. A whimper was Akira's only protest. With a smirk, the lieutenant leaned forward, brushing against the pretty woman's ear. With a rash exhale, Akira spoke up,"You're quite entertaining when afraid~"

With ease, Akira had tugged the woman from behind the desk. Lips holding a smirk, that grew, with each protest. "Relax~ Unlike men, I find a whore not in my interest~"

A protest was silence by the sound of a click. Akira's smirk instantly fell. "Gin...what a pleasure to see you out." Her gaze caught a glimpse of her own Vulpix. The tiny fire sat on the clean floor, equally eying her master. A shake of her head, as the Pokemon spoke;

⌈...is this the time to toy with tiny souls? When...something is think within the air...⌋

A sigh for Akira knew Gin was right. Despite not being a NineTails, Gin just knew when danger was around the corner. Just...a survival instinct, perhaps is what we'd call it. Despite knowing the fox-like Pokemon was right, Akira had yet let the woman's hands go.

Gun shots.

Both women froze - along with others; whom quickly went to panicking states. More gun fire. As a figure, built clearly, stepped out of the said bathroom from earlier. Akira found her hair standing up on edge - despite fear had left her veins. Excitement. THIS was far for boring! JUST what she NEEDED! Words were spoken from the figure; demanding wallets and such basic things thieves desired.

Gripping the woman's hand, she hissed while others were tossing their possession."Where's the vault!?" Hissing in the woman's ears, Akira was, forcing a whisper still. The woman's eyes fluttered.

"W-wha?"

A snarl."Where is it!?"

"T-the va.."

She was becoming worthless. Akira shoved the woman, hard enough to thrust her on the tiled floor below. With a scoff, Akira's attention drew to the figure (Amy). Holding the said woman's (whom she shoved to the floor) wallet in her hand, Akira tossed it toward the form. "Take it. I desire something more than cheap, penny scraping, cash.."

Holding her hollow gaze, Akira's mind was already sent into motion. A robbery? At Pravus? These fools had guts...major guts. Akira approved. A smirk etched her features, as if letting the other question what she meant by such words. Now, was this a game? A twisted game? To Akira, perhaps it isn't a game...

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"More deception and greed, more wars and disease, more lies from the hive mind, that seek to deceive - Otep; "Confrontation"

[Jacen Zidar]

After his brief time at Pravus headquarters, Jacen had travelled to Nada Citadel - the only part of the region that was more or less as it used to be - and taken up residence in the Mirage Hotel. It had always been a luxurious place to stay, but now it was overrun by Pravus initiates to the point where he began to wonder if it was really a hotel or just a cover for a boarding house.

Truly, Jacen would have liked nothing better than to return to his home in Sunset City, but of course his home - along with the rest of the once-beautiful city itself - had been razed to the ground in the war. He had been putting off going to the cliffs where he had been born, for he knew what he would find there. Doubtless both his parents and his brother were long-dead, fact that should have bothered him far more than it had been of late. Perhaps the fact had simply not set in yet. Perhaps he had lost the capacity to feel too much sorrow during the war (this he doubted; the war surely had not scarred him that badly, and in any case such thoughts felt meladramatic and self-pitying to him). Whatever the reason, he was waiting to seek out confirmation of their deaths. Waiting for what, precisely, was a question he had yet to answer for himself.

As nighttime fell, the little bar/cafe in which Jacen had set up shop began to fill, and at length the noise level became uncomfortable. Once upon a time he was a great fan of the social scene, but seeing so many young Pravus members' false smiles while they secretly sized each other up made him lose his appetite for socialization. He glanced down to the pokemon who had remained at his side throughout the day; the silky-coated persian Hatshepsut. How she had managed to keep herself uninjured throughout the war was a mystery, but then so were many other things about the capable feline. Thor, the typhlosion that had stuck to Jacen like velcro ever since Hermes's death, had been left at the pokemon center (much to his disapproval). But, Jacen felt safe enough with Hatshepsut at his side.

Stroking the persian's ears one last time, Jacen gripped the arms of the chair he was seated in and laboriously shoved himself to his feet. For a moment, the crippled man teetered, but in a moment the articuno-headed cane was in his hand, its end tapping the floor rhythmically as he made his way slowly out of the bar and into the far end of the lobby. Jacen crossed, and made his way to the elevator, stepping in as soon as it had arrived. He pressed the button for the 12th floor, and the elevator doors had just barely finished sliding shut when the sound of gunshots echoed through the small area. The other three people in the elevator gasped, looking amongst one another and to Jacen as though not knowing quite what to do. Jacen, for his part, remained calm yet alert. He drew his dark eyebrows together at the continued sounds of gunfire, and quickly reached out to press the button for the next floor the elevator would come to in order to stop it quickly. It did indeed stop, allowing him to step out and consider the other elevator. Going down using that elevator was not likely to be very successful, since many people would doubtless be trying to use it as an escape route now. But the stairs would only be slower, as Jacen took over a minute to complete a set of only ten stairs - going down, no less. What did that leave?

Well, his Pravus card, however outdated, had gotten him back into headquarters. Perhaps it would get him into the staff elevator too. In a Pravus-run building like this, he wouldn't be surprised if it worked. Hatshepsut looked at him quizzically as he moved down the hall, she padding next to him. She did not miss him taking out his Pravus card as they walked. "You think that will work?" she asked dubiously. Jacen simply shrugged slightly, tilting his head to the side a bit. "If not, I can always ask Gabriel for help." That made the persian chuckle. "If he doesn't blow up the elevator entirely." Yet she gave no real protest to the idea.

In the meantime, a couple of people had come to that floor and hurried by, quickly returning to their rooms to escape whatever chaos had erupted downstairs. The walk to the staff elevator was a fairly short one, however, and soon enough Jacen had swiped his card at the left of the doors. He smirked slightly as, a few seconds later, the elevator let out its standard ding and the doors slid open. Jacen bowed slightly, holding an arm out. "After you, please." he joked, following Hatshepsut's swiftly-twitching tail into the lift. Then, they made their way back down to the lobby level.

[bruiserbill]

Bill simply watched the two of them. This was going to be more chaotic than he thought, but he could run to to the service elevator without being noticed hopefully.

The blonde guy was a sneaky rat bastard, but also not fond of direct confrontation, so he wouldn't screw things up, hopefully. The flaming monkey, well, hell if he knew. Seemed like most fire-types, more hot blood than brains. Ah well, he'd do. Again, hopefully.

Hype was already in the vault, happily working on picking the lock to a safe-deposit box that was his secondary target for this mission. He knew the suitcase was a priority, but he also knew Bill could handle it himself.

Amy nodded to her orders and continued to order the panicked masses to empty their belongings, noticing several of the security staff attempting to trade fire and power, and failing miserably. The guns had enough stopping power to knock out most pokemon in one good shot of concussive force, although it wouldn't work on ghosts, she was pretty certain. However, she hadn't dealt with any of those yet, and had even managed to pop a Snorlax out over a table. most of the crowd was fearing her at this point.

Bill listened to the two of them. "Use weapons if you must, but I'd prefer no fatalities. It lowers the odds of cops working too hard to hunt us down, honestly." He yanked a smoke bomb from his pocket, tossing it into the path in front of them and watching a burst of smoke come up. "Now!" he said without any hesitation as he ran across the room, his white robes blending into the grey smoke effortlessly while he dive into the staff exits and down the stairs, stopping at a locked door.

"You pop it open, then I'll take point. No offense, but you're a human, so i suggest you keep at least one pokemon on either side of you, just in case. Rather you didn't get yourself killed, that'd ruin both our days..." He said as he focused, preparing to burst through door with fists raised.

He then remembered something. "Cover your eyes after the door opens. I'm gonna flash-bang them, make this go a little faster."

Hype smiled as he finished open the small safe-deposit box, taking a wooden box filled with recipes and putting it into his knapsack. Now he just needed to wait for a signal from the boss man.


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"Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose, nothin' and I mean nothin' if it ain't free, yeah"--Janis Joplin, Me and Bobby McGee

[Bug||Bradley.]

Brad looked down at his watch. The slow methodical ticking paced in time with his breathing, while the anticipation coursing through his veins matched that of his racing heart. He’d never attempted something as big as a robbery of such a prestigious hotel; a hotel that was owned by his people: Pravus. In all reality, he was stealing from nothing, but the reward that lingered beyond was so worth it. He wanted nothing more than to hold a tremendous pride in knowing he’d wreaked havoc and thrust pain upon people--wanted to watch them fall into their own hysteria. And as he watched people panic and run about the hotel, a smirk lined his usual down turned lips.

All around him people screamed, holding onto a hope that their end wouldn’t be that night. They clung to their purses and wallets, threw things in their “attacker’s” way as if it would bring them any sort of safety, and drowned in their pathetic sorrows. The man chuckled softly at a man huddled in a corner, a line of blood trickling out from a fresh wound he most likely had received in his terror. Inferno took note of him, his blade now formed to his hand. Brad patted the Pokemon and shuddered as a bright red stream of light protruded from his belt and a Vibrava appeared. Night’s mouth opened and Inferno clamped it shut.

“Mffy midn’t amyfone mell me amout mis!?” Her words were strung together in an unidentifiable mess, and Brad somehow managed to get what she said by just looking into her large hues. He pulled Inferno’s hands away from her mouth, told her to speak softly, and she did, “Why didn’t anyone tell me we were breaking into some vault? I’ve been hanging out in my ball wondering when you’d let me out. And then you don’t, so I’m just bored out of my mind. I swear to you Brad, I’m not going back in there, not until this thing is over.” Her eyes wandered up to Bill, who seemed to be thinking some things over. “He’s smart. I like his ideas more than I do yours. Breaking into a hotel and creating a scene like this? Genius! Bill is, like, a thief god! Maybe a partial god, but a god!”

Brad ran his fingers through his hair, ignoring his Pokemon completely. He then parted his lips to speak, “Night, we have to be quiet. We’re in the middle of breakin’ into a vault, and Bill here created this whole diversion. So as long as you keep shushin’, we’ll be okay. Now ya don’t have to go back in your poke ball, you jus’ gotta try an’ keep quiet. Also, try your best to contain yourself. You have no need to kill anybody today, ya hear me?”

Night blinked as a response, which was good enough for Brad. Bill spoke to him, and he listened to every word, tugging on Inferno’s arm every now and then to prevent him from running off and dismembering the trembling man in the corner. He began to wonder why he had even given the Infernape a switch blade in the first place. Maybe it was because the thing wouldn’t stop nagging Brad and trying to prove the point that he was a gangster. That was something to be proud of, obviously, as well as something Brad knew he would never understand. And, in all honesty, he didn’t care to try understanding either. It was a lost cause.

“Ya hear that, Inferno. No killin’, okay? An’ Bi--” They began running through the smoke, making a quick dash for the staff exits, only to become hindered by another locked door. This was where he and his little sex pit stop came into play. Thanks to that highly daft girl, getting through the rooms of the hotel would be a cinch. The wonder of universal keys: they can open just about anything. “There…” The soft click of the door signaled they were in, and Brad knew what came next, so he covered his eyes.