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    In the year 2,994, a young human boy had been born in Can Tho, Vietnam. He dreamed of quiet and prayed for peace. All seemed well in the vibrant cityscape, blessed with new technological eccentricities and quirks that had made everyone’s lives much easier. Outside of school, he spent his days fishing in wide, crystal-clear rivers, a small human on a boat with his friends by his side. The days passed calmly; and on nights, especially summer nights without school, his friends spread stories about legends.

    They fixated on one legend in particular: Liriois, a mythical being said to grant multiple lives to those who saw it among the stars in the sky. The bird was said to fly high, stardust of hope glittering away from massive wings that summoned auroras and outshined even the brightest of moons. Ever since they told one another of those legends, those young girls and boys, they saw the stars every night, swore to each other that they would see Liriois. What were children to do with multiple lives? They shared their secret plans of adventure and peril, filled of reincarnation and dreams of making each life better and better, for themselves and others.

    At the age of ten, Bao’s mind was blown away by even the possibility of multiple lives. What could one do with so much time, so much life? He wanted a life of quiet joy, ecstasy shared among close family members and friends, all in their hometown, all ebullient. He cherished the cycles of beginnings and endings, knew that he never wanted to interfere with nature’s will. So when his friends asked him what he wanted to do with another life, he had only one response: he never wanted one. One life was all they should have ever hoped for, to cherish.

    The next year, the comet hit Loveland and sent Pokemon sprinting up Southeast Asia, snatching away the people and city he loved.

    He was the last one still standing.

    Bao’s life started anew. He wasn’t ready for this life of turmoil and trouble, wasn’t prepared for the way his body broke a thousand times in one second. He would be reassembled anew, chiseled to every particle with the new influence running rife like disease in him. Is this what it meant to be born into a new life when your old one had not concluded? Bao tried to die ten times over - only for the massive beast inside to keep his soul afire. It called itself Lirios. Bao knew that any hope had had of the quiet life had been quashed, crashed and burned in the light of tragedy to follow.

    The Yveltal PokeSoul, having been discovered rampaging against Pokemon in a daze wherein he knew not where his human form ended and Pokemon one began, was sent to solitary confinement deep within the bowels of the Underground Chambers. A series of tests upon his new body began, ending with only one conclusion: these PokeSouls were just as unkind as the Pokemon and people that he had once called kindred souls. But he waited. He bided his time, knowing that their pretend peace would not last forever. Years of wasting away on the URPG Space Station as a dangerous Legendary PokeSoul broke his faith in humanity, broke the gentle veneer of good hope he had in other living beings.

    A technological war began, signaling the end of the URPG Space Station. Confusion followed. Which side would he take? He faintly remembered the face of a boy, reflected in clear, calm water. Could it have once been him? Would he want to protect someone so jejune, shield them from their horrid shared world? The one once named Bao should have contemplated such questions, but instead he moved with the ruthless instinct bestowed upon him by Yveltal. His touch kills, seeping away the life force in one’s feeble body. The memory of an altruistic legend once known as Lirios faded away, replaced by this thing that hurts and kills with no mercy.

    Now, he waits. He cannot end this new life, but he can help others through a precarious fate. He’s sworn that’s what he’ll do with his new power. Bao, once a young boy blessed with the name meaning protection. He’s twenty-eight now, the raging coup leader of the PokeSouls, the one who founded Flux and promised to bring justice to a beaten race. Scars tear their way into a body that just won’t die; knives and blades line his lithe form, but not for his own sake. Should he fight with his fists, he would risk killing someone on spot. He likes to think he doesn’t enjoy that. They call him Slayer.

    Slayer sits in an abandoned coffee shop, its windows boarded with wood yet blasted through anyway. The vestiges of happy memories lie in stools and tables well-worn, the color fading away from their surfaces. But now he’ll repurpose the joy and the life and the conversations that once kept this place alive. He’s sent a message far and wide, sending the coordinates of this place to PokeSouls. He knows some of them still live here when they’re not near Flux. Now is the time for them to come out of hiding, to enact their plan to take back all with unabashed vengeance. Should a Human or Pokemon come through this coffee shop, they may just join the cause only to reach a different ending..

    The coup calls.
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    Calloused digits freeze against the chilled metal when the call ripples out with her so near. Tension races through every inch of her body. Hairs slowly rise along the planes of her neck and down her spine, goosebumps thundering across her very flesh. Breath stagnates in the depths of her lungs like water that's sat still for too long, until she releases it only out of necessity.

    "C̩̼̳͉̙̕͜ͅa̛͉̘̫̙̞r̨̭̹͇̤̹̜̕͡e҉͖ͅ.̪̲̬̻̝̳͉̗͢ͅ.͏̟̣͔̥̤̀ ̘̺.̢̘̣̺̺̹̜̥͜ ͉͉̠̭͠ĺ̶̜͔͔ v̶̨̯̗̣̺̥̹̪͕̼͓̖̪̪̈̈́̾̇̂̚̚͜͜͝ẹ̗̮̣̩̲̗͙̕.̴̲̞́.̳̲͟͞.̛̘̮ " comes the telepathic warble, deep and low in the confines of her mind, the only thing that manages to soothe the tension even slightly from her. She finally takes a slow, deep breath, lids lowering slowly over brilliant blue eyes. Gradually, she lowers the scrap metal to the street, such care gracing her motions when she sets it to the asphalt that it darkly reminds her of putting an infant to rest.

    Gaze tracks steadily toward the source of the call. It'd been so commanding and loud to her senses that she hadn't been able to discern if it'd come through her ears or through her thoughts. She raises the Transistor from where she'd propped it against a crumpled pillar. Pupils lock onto the crumpled coffee shop. Or had it been from the building next to it?

    It brings back memories, to see something that reminds her so much of the old Earth World, before it'd all come crashing down. It'd been their second date. There has to be a reason why they always choose coffee shops, she remembers him saying, laughing as he joked: What if we missed out on something by not doing it the good old fashioned way? They hadn't. Him trying to teach her how to play flute and her failing miserably at it had been much more fun than sipping too-sweet espresso and watching people outside stride briskly through the rain. But it hadn't been bad. Not bad at all. Moments with him had never been bad. It's funny, how even over the years, coffee shops still looked pretty much the same as they did in the textbooks from years ago. It's as if the demographic for caffeine never really changed.

    The Transistor hums at her, drawing her back to focus from her moment of weakness.

    After a moment of consideration, she guesses the shop is the source of the noise, and chooses the building beside it as a safe zone. To keep her steps from echoing in the empty shell of a refuge long lost, she teleports silently to the building next to the shop, her back flush against the tattered wall and shadow cast away from the windows and holes of the shop. And she breathes quietly through her nose, holds her breath, and listens.

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    Tiny songbirds chirped their tune though the abandoned streets. The emptiness was uncomfortable with such large buildings surrounding Finn, but it was nothing he hadn't grown accustomed to witness. Picking wild figs that grew from the cracks in the cement, Finn foraged. He was on a scouting mission for Machina: Objective: Find any sources of food or pockets of potential resources. Thus far, he had found little.

    However, the metropolis in the clouds was not the ideal setting for Finn; he was rustic at heart, needing to feel the earth underneath him, escaping the polluted cityscape for something- anything more open and organic. Ironic it was that he'd be sent to an old megacity, however, as mother nature had been creeping her way back into the city without any head from people, Finn found comfort in the forest's reclaiming.

    Finn's pointed ears perked; the birds had become silent. Nothing seemed to sound as Finn slowly flattened himself against the spruce, blending his lush green antlers with the young tree's. Then, a call. Something reaching out to PokéSouls nearby. Finn couldn't make certain what the message entailed, however, he was able to make out that whatever was calling for him was nearby, maybe only a few blocks away, sitting in a once cozy, warm place.

    The birds began burbling on the sound waves again as Finn was left with a choice: leave and report? or stay and scout?

    He thought momentarily about leaving and going back to Machina to report what he had found: nothing, but a strange, telekinetic call. However, he had been immensely enjoying his time on the surface of Earth, where he truly belonged. This call was alluring, and he was there to scout so...

    Finn crept along side bushes and various foliage to around the block where the call had been broadcasted. He came upon a street where he could see a boarded up café. It looked feeble, falling apart and worn. But there was a charm to it that reminded Finn of better times. There were scraps of metal that seemed to have been placed where they sat recently... Finn suddenly felt less alone than he preferred. And now was his ultimatum. He had been in situations before where some mysterious being had called out from the unknown. Most times, the caller needed help, but other times... they were traps.

    Finn sat his satchel down in a bush nearby the café, took out his Tyrantrum knife, and adorned his deer skull. With haste, he dashed up to one of the already busted planks covering a window and he leapt through! Blasting through the broken wood, he risked the splinters to enter the café; he landed with a wide stance, ready to leap again, or to hold his own if attacked. Knife flashing in the dim light as Finn took in his surroundings: a man sitting alone in the dark.


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    The city was certainly in far better shape than Ben expected. When he had been ordered to go to known major cities to scout out a location for a new surface village, Ben had been expecting a boring trip looking at ruins. One city in, and he couldn't say he wasn't interested in the mission.

    Someone had set up shop in the crumbling remnants of a building - a café? family restaurant? - not long after Ben had arrived and started his scouting. To try and liven up the mission a bit, Ben had decided to act on a hunch and play spy for a bit. While there hadn't exactly been a steady stream of customers heading into the place, there had been a few interesting characters. Ben had watched with confusion as one entered the building next door and amusement as one burst through the boarded up window. Hopefully whoever decided to reopen this place has insurance.

    An hour or so of watching had brought Ben to a conclusion: the abandoned surface village wasn't nearly as abandoned as everyone thought.

    The simple answer was to give up on this site and move on to the next. But the simple answers were also boring ones. Sticking around and trying to figure out what was happening here would cost Ben a day or two but could potentially be the most entertainment he would have during the mission.

    The plan was simple: sneak in, see what was going down in the café and decide if he needed to step in for any reason. If it turned out to be a bust, he just had to make up the lost day at some other point in his mission. If something did happen, Ben got a new story to tell the guys in the barracks.

    With the plan made, it was time to decide how to execute it. Any self-respecting café would have a delivery entrance to get supplies into storage without disturbing the customers. Ben looked around to make sure no one would notice his movement, then started toward the back of the café to find out if it happened to have the entry point he was looking for.

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    Gazing out towards the clear blue skies, deep blue eyes stared out into the distance. Not a single cloud in the sky suggested a clear forecast, the sun beaming down onto her features through small breaks in the leaves. The woman raised a hand to shield her eyes as she looked up before dropping her hand back into her lap, a somewhat lost look to her face. She wore not a frown or a smile, but something in-between, not quite expressionless. A gentle breeze blew against her, making the strands of lavender hair dance about the wind. She closed her eyes, head angled up, listening to the gentle sounds that generally filled such areas.

    Once, this place had been home to many a human, bustling city life with droves of people walking either towards or away from one another to reach individual locations. That was years ago and though she did not live here when everything happened, she could envision it. Faceless humans walking through streets and along sidewalks, leaving and entering shops stationed a long that stretch of land. Now, those streets and busy sidewalks have crumbled, giving way to dirt and vegetation. Tress had started to grow where buildings one stood and what remained of them was ripe with new plant based life. She exhaled gently and opened her eyes once more, mouthing the word, “why?”.

    Lately, she had been doing a lot of thinking. About the course of her life and what she was truly striving for. Was she really living like this? At one point, this life wasn’t so bad, as she was mostly free in her expeditions, to travel and come and go as she pleased. But things had changed. She was no longer as free and they had tightened the grip on her due to the unrest lately. A war was upon them at this rate and while she had some slight attachment to the Enforcer’s, she didn’t have any strong feelings for it or the regime. What little she did have, had been choked out of her as they put a lid onto her activities by moving her to Machina. A smart move to many perhaps, but a suffocating one to a soul who wished to be free. Never before had the feeling been so strong in her heart and yet… what choice was there? The last she needed was to be branded a traitor at such a delicate time.

    Rou bit her lip as the thoughts plagued her. It was a relief for her to get this bit of free time after finishing her recent duties, but everything was weighing on her mind.

    ”Its okay Rou… calm down. These new changes have been hard on the both of us. Though, admittedly as I was never held down by anyone but my little ones, I may have been causing you much of this stress. Even tied to them, wandering as we were… we were in a sense free. However.. we’re feeling caged as of late… I wish nothing more then for us to break free, but understand you cannot do that. The human part of you.. still wishes to remain… human.” Mia commented, bring a slight feeling of peace to her.

    She didnt say anything at first, but opened her eyes gently, with a small smile. ”Thanks..” she whispered and then moved to stand atop of the branch she had been sitting on, placing a hand against the body of the tree beside her. For a moment, she felt relief only to be shocked as a voice suddenly called out, breaking the silence she had only just enjoyed. With the call, came a coordinate as though it were an invitation to a party.

    ”A call out here won’t certainly be a party.” Mia said with a sense of caution.

    ”Perhaps so. But it would be rude to refuse an invitation. As a enforcer, I would have to send this out to my superiors before approaching. However, Im feeling less inclined these days Mia…” she whispered and made her way to the east towards’ the source of coordinate, stopping as she sensed other entities about in the area.

    ”an ambush…?” she thought as she looked around before moving to climb a tree nearby. The coordinates pointed to an abandoned… cafe perhaps? Surprising it was even as well intact as it was, but this was hardly the time to investigate further. First, she’d have to pinpoint who else was nearby first.

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    The air smells of ozone.

    Cam can almost feel it; a feeling winding its way up her back with tiny tendrils, like static electricity muzzing over her skin. Beneath her tool-filled hands, Wingnut pauses and blinks his eyes open despite the fact that she's opened up his chest cavity for repairs and he shouldn't be able to do that.

    Odd.

    There's a whirring sound, and Cam feels the message for real this time; the arc forming. So when Wingnut opens his beak and sears a set of coordinates into her bedroom wall (that's not even the worst way he's messed up her house, honestly), she's already got her stuff gathered up and ready to go.

    It takes her five minutes to close up Wingnut and get his body back online again; she's just finished entering the coordinates into his flightpath calculator when she realizes something more interesting: she actually knows this place. This used to be an old haunt, although she could've sworn that the shop had begun to crumble with age and disuse alongside the rest of the city. Who knew? If someone was calling them there, perhaps it had been revitalized again.

    ---

    Wingnut lands her on the outskirts of town. She doesn't quite have the guts to go flying in there, metaphorical guns blazing, but sneaking around wasn't her strong suit either. This, she decides, is a passable middle ground. She takes a deep breath and squares up her line of sight with a rooftop just overlooking where she remembers the cafe is. There's a gentle pull as the teleportation actives, and then she lands --

    -- on the wrong rooftop, a solid three feet from the edge and a foot off the ground. Oops. Cam rolls her shoulders at the awkward landing but manages not to fall over, which is good enough by her standards. She scrambles over to the edge of the building and peers around. Her eyes are already distracted by the faded colors of the city around her, but she doesn't see anyone. Then again, she's heard that hide and seek was a skill that you had to develop early, and not when you were hiding from a robot bird with x-ray vision in a one-room basement. And seeking a giant robot bird in a one-room basement.

    Luckily, Cam doesn't have to be bad at this game for long. There's a huge crash as something jumps through the window, and that's the kind of reckless, stupid opening that she lives for these days. At the end of the day, no matter where they stand, that's probably a person she'd like to talk to.

    Right. Second time's the charm. Cam eyes the now-collapsed window of the shop and the cavity behind it, and directs herself to teleport inside.

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    Amadeus. It's 3022!

    To Amadeus, Flux stood for PokeSoul potential. The message resonated all the way down to his impassioned nerd core. It tapped a basic fascination with PokeSouls, especially as one himself. Flux was about the upper limits of possibility. Flux would define the future!

    But trust was hard to be found here. Revolution over reform is one thing, but there were rumors about the circumstances behind Flux's founding, and especially unsettling ones about its leader. "A PokeSoul struck by animosity and pugnacious spunk founded Flux," Amadeus had been told. A silent promise of revenge brewed heavy and thick upon storm-struck air. The spectre of death lingered too closely here. Too many secrets for solidarity.

    Here was a chance to shine some light on the truth. The core in Amadeus' head beamed on, illuminating long untouched corners of the city. Something creaked in the far-off/not too far-off distance, signalling that some corners, at least, were seeing some action now. The city was starting to come to life, and surely, this was something of design. Specific coordinates were sent out from a location in the city, no doubt tapping interests of all types. It was going to be some characters bringing some hullabaloo. Amadeus, too, was drawn in. Hullabaloo engaged.

    And there it was: a boarded up coffee shop, ominously wrapped up in outbound radio waves and a sense of grand-scale attraction. The thought of eyes loomed heavy as a Thing-Happener. Amadeus slinked into hiding, mystery-boxing himself under the shade of a building on the far end of the block. Who knows what laid in wait here? If there were answers, or even questions, maybe even ideally questions, to be found regarding PokeSouls here, well, the prospect gripped Amadeus. Time to drop a pebble in the water.
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    Noelle.

    Shut up, Levi.

    No-elle.

    Levi, I said shut up.

    This sort of back-and-forth just dragged on. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Levi to clamor and shout for Noelle's attention when she just didn't have the time; it wasn't like she could pretend she never lost her patience with him. But this time was different. The venom in Noelle's voice, the just wrath in Levi's, were new.

    They each hated both, to be perfectly honest.

    This is not a time for I-told-you-sos.

    The baby bat's voice is way too casual for someone residing in the headspace of a girl crouching in the ruins of a department store within a mile radius of one of the most dangerous individuals in the galaxy. I'd say it is, since I did, in fact, tell you so.

    It had been Levi's terrible idea - Levi's, not Noelle's! - to come to EarthWorld and spy on the founder of the Flux faction. At first, the message had been exciting. It had come down from one of the most respected individuals in the worlds, after all; someone this important didn't just send out invitations for no reason. But the implications had been... disturbing. Enough that Noelle hadn't wanted to go, however 'adventurous' it had sounded. This "Slayer" was talking about PokeSouls taking vengeance on humans and Pokemon, but what would Noelle want vengeance for? Aside from a few angry glances from humans and some rude comments from Pokemon, she hadn't been mistreated much as a PokeSoul. Her issues had come from Levi, and those had been mostly at the beginning.

    But Levi still managed to get under her skin sometimes. Like that one time he'd convinced her to spy on a meeting full of vengeful PokeSouls and a guy who was rumored to have all the power of a Legendary Pokemon. Noelle had been spurred on by curiosity, a sense of adventure, and a desire to stay on top of things, but seeing all these people gather... she hadn't recognized any of them yet, and she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if they noticed her.

    Look at all of these PokeSouls, Levi giggled. Maybe Noelle really was just being paranoid. Either that or the idea of a grave situation still hadn't sunk in with Levi. Possibly both. Mr. Buchanan would throw a fit if he knew about this.

    Shhh, Noelle thought, too distracted to get into it with him. Help me listen.

    Immediately, Noelle discovered that they weren't just not alone; they were not alone in their hiding and sneaking. Noelle could hear other people breathing. Maybe they'd had the same idea as she had - to hang back until they had a sense of exactly what was going on.

    And so, Noelle waited, hidden by cracked walls as she listened in and occasionally chanced peeps through the hole where there had once been a window. Her left hand cupped her left ear, while her right hand rested at her hip, the just-in-case of a pistol resting beneath her baggy black sweater.
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    ANDDD this Campaign mission is now CLOSED! Super excited, thank you all so much for entering this!! We've got a ton of people and I have a feeling this will go fast and will try to make it as exciting as can be for everyone! I'm also going to belatedly rate this as M for language and??

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    A grin spreads across Slayer’s face with the arrival of the first one. From the spot where he sits, crouched over, endless light flows over the man with the ancient antlers sprouting proudly from his skull. Slayer never bats an eye at the sound of splintered wood hitting the floor, at the makeshift windows crushed under the force of the man with immense power. Slayer’s about to say something when the second one comes in not long thereafter: the beautiful woman, machination of metal and the immensity of a million adventures in her tote. She’s teleported into this shop and this brings him intense joy: one radiates physical prowess, the other technical skill beyond the imagination of most people her age, if not others much older. The crowd’s brimming with talent.

    More people trickle in over the span of short moments and soon a low din grows over the crowd. Anticipation, familiarity, ten different dreams finally meeting along the same path. Slayer continues to sit there like a steel statue, stoic, wrinkles of torture and knowing etched into his young yet aged face. He’s proud of the people assembled here and proud of those lurking outside; fate is a dangerous mother, cruel to her children, showing her care in the horrendous ways tough love manifests. It makes sense for them to wait, to not engage this mysterious man of murder and hatred. He will protect all of them, no matter what. He swears upon it.

    He stands. The small coffeeshop simmers to silence. Even standing, he hunches over, the weight of so many swords sinking into him, nearly melted into his spine. Long, tattered scarves billow slightly in the draft spilling in from the shattered windows. When the wind passes, he opens eyes, maroon slits that’ve seen the other side of the moon.

    “Friends. Family. Good morning.” Voice grates against the silence - warm, booming, scratched as if vocal chords too had once been brutalized from a thousand screams. “You may be inhabitants of Flux, of the old URPG Space Center, of lands far and wide. Don’t think of me as the creator of Flux. Think of me as another child born of Pokemon and Human essence, just like you.”

    He stalks across the room, making sure to look into everyone’s eyes. We are one of the same, such a gaze says. Let me protect you. “We gather here today for the sake of our own peace and protection. War kills people. Hatred hurts people. Our mission is one of survival and everlasting love. I want none of us to forget that.”

    Finally rounding the small shop, the Yveltal PokeSoul makes his way back to the table. He withdraws a pack affixed to his boostrap and undoes it quickly, laying its contents out on the table. Two glass carafes full of iced coffee await, as does a pack of cookies! The Yveltal undoes it quickly, setting it up for everyone and backing away from them.

    “Consider it my first peace offering. I’d like to know all of your names, your powers, and what land you call home,” he says with the most gentle of tones. He flops down into his steel chair then, pouring himself his own drink from one of the little recyclable cups he’s brought for everyone.

    Meanwhile, an angry little boy falls from the sky…


    “Shit!” he screams as he barrels out of the sky, having lost control of his nearly infinite energy -

    He spreads his arm out as he’s falling vertically, so so close to hitting the ground until an enormous ball of fire bursts from his palm. The force of the attack sends energy rocketing up the other side of his body, cushioning gravity to such an extent that he can land easily on black rubber boots. The ground’s scorched from where he’s landed but he doesn’t care; he’s already marching towards the woman with the enormous and powerful sword, screaming at her while flailing his arms -

    “I swear to God, lady!” smol angry boy screams, red irises bulging behind his black mask. “If you go in there, you’re screwed! I swear! That asshole is up to absolutely no good and we’re all gonna die if we go in there!”

    He whips his head extravagantly around him, scouting out the life energy of everyone else who’s waiting nearby. He feels a man waiting near the back of the cafe, a woman waiting in the trees, a salacious Starmie man hiding behind a building, and a woman waiting by the outside -

    “It’s for real! He’s frikken evil!” Pierre screams again, so loud and angry on this otherwise sunny day. That’s the downside of being a Victini PokeSoul - he’s got all this energy you see, and he can make explosions and create huge fires but he’s always excitable, especially when he gets within the range of other peoples’ energies and -

    “Just come with me and I’ll lead you away from him!” he says back to Avignon, and also to the others nearby. “Just touch my palm I swear! I SWEAR!” He holds out his hand to her, this thing that’s coated in a green gauntlet that stretches all the way up to his elbow. It’s coated in all his energy, the veracity of his soul projected onto its very surface. Children don’t tell lies too often, do they?... Pierre peers up at her, still excited, the air toasty from where he landed. He continues to burn internally!

    ❤ MISTRAL IMMORTAL ❤

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    She blips into existence inside of the coffeeshop and sticks the landing, which will probably be the first and last time today. No matter. It's everything in Cam's power to keep a straight face as she appears, radiating confidence, calm, of course I do this perfectly all the time why would you say otherwise. She lands on the balls of her feet and doesn't relax her toes as she surveys the room.

    There's one wearing the skull of a deer (maybe? Looks too small for a Stantler, but it's hard to tell from this angle) and holding a knife made out of some material that she can't really gauge. Looks hardcore as fuck, though, so that's cool. From the way that the wood's splintered around him, he was the one who crashed through the window to give her a clear line of sight into the coffeeshop, which was unintentional but still great. She can't make out much else beneath the mask.

    The man in front of her, however, is a different story. Scarves floating in every direction, maroon eyes, back bent under the weight of a trillion swords -- he's already got command of the room, or at least of Cam's attention, well before he starts talking. So by the time he's into his speech and Cam realizes that there was probably a lot more mixed intentions behind this little invitation than she'd initially predicted, it's a little too late.

    We aren't from Flux, Wingnut was yelling urgently at her, while Cam was yelling back, No fucking shit we aren't. Pause. The next statement almost came from both of them, in a sense. Maybe we fall under that category of lands far and wide?

    Maybe we've gone too far with this one, Wingnut says, and she gets the image of a bird ruffling out its feathers. To look bigger or to take flight; she can't fully tell. And then: He's the creator of Flux. Another pause. He's the creator of Flux. The bird in the back of their minds is well across the horizon by now. We need to go. He isn't called Slayer for nothing; this is the kind of man who kills by touch alone.

    You're probably right, Cam sends back regretfully, but if the info Wingnut's got is true, she doesn't even know if they'll be able to get out of this one fast enough. One doesn't trifle with the power of gods. We should probably just -- are those cookies?

    Cam.

    Oh, and he's got coffee too.

    Cam!

    And he's talking about peace and equality and he even brought little recyclable cups for the coffee-- "I'm called Cam," she says by way of answering his first question, walking toward him. It almost feels rude to not say a full name, but she was never a Cameron, and now she's certainly not a Wayton. She reaches forward and pours herself a glass of coffee. She drinks it black, luckily. "Powers are a bit of a toss-up. Wingnut's my other half, and he's a Rotom, so I get a lot of electrical stuff, and I'm good with machines." She's actually done this kind of introduction a couple times: there's kind of a script that Pokesouls tend to follow, and she's used to it. The rest of her speech is said through a mouth full of cookie crumbs. "We also got some weird ghosty bits, but I'm not really sure how all of those work yet. Um. Haven't really found a home yet. Roamed a lot for the past few years, saw a lot, kinda live in Automata for the moment." Pause. "It's really cool to meet you in person, sir."

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