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Walter Sullivan ([personal profile] 11121_assumption) wrote in [community profile] victory_road2018-03-05 05:03 pm

Twenty-Third Sacrament: Unity

Who: Walter, Diana, Jinx and Vanitas
Where: Fuchsia City
When: 5th March
Summary: Four traitors uniting to form something new...?
Rating: T for mentions of Pokemon abuse?

Log: 

The meeting place, arranged by simple, cryptic letters ferried by Pokemon or sent over Gears, was a small, hole-in-wall cafe, off the beaten path nearby the studio. The Purrloin's Paw was a humble place, most often sought by locals as the Starmiebucks around the corner attracted the eyes of tourists and the famous/infamous workers of the studio. On this particular day it was extremely empty, with only two employees behind the counter, quietly talking to themselves.

Walter was already inside, seated at a corner table that let him see the doorway but hid him from direct line of sight. Assumption was sat at his side, club on his lap as he ate a poffin. Gloom was in his shadow, waiting for his command. Once everyone was gathered and general polite welcomes had been made, she had her orders; hypnotise the workers into a deep sleep and lock the door, flipping the sign to 'Sorry! We're Closed!' Then, they could discuss their 'problem' with Team Rocket.

Once they had their chats and made their preparations, they'd simply stroll out into the sunshine, leaving the cafe and it's sleeping workers as it was...possibly minus some treats from the display counter.


[ While this is made for the group to talk as one, feel free to start threads between characters privately to catch up and assume that there's some casual banter going on too! ]
badluckbabe: (Flirt: Daydream in love)

[personal profile] badluckbabe 2018-04-06 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Exactly, come on boys do you really think we'd want to be seen in public with you two if we looked ridculous? We're trying to inspire respect here!"

Turning to Diana's suggestions she nodded enthusiastically. "Something we can move around in. I'm thinking suits, we'll each have a slightly different style. Not jump suits more respectable. Somewhere between big business and fancy dinner party."

She already had some ideas in mind but she'd need to see what she could get her hands on.

"I don't suppose you boys know your measurements? I have fabric measuring tape in my bag." She sounded almost too eager to get started.